more cheese
Addendum to that last post:
We were bored today, so we checked out Kensington market. We were intrigued by the concept of large enough quantities of delicious cheese to fill at least one store.
The cheese shop: smelly and unimpressive.
The cheese shop boys: smelly and unimpressive.
Later, we overheard:
A gay best friend who was carrying his best friends baby in a snuggler:
“That bed is sooooo Sigourney Weaver in The Ice Storm.”
FYI:
It wasn’t. The bed was mid-fifties Scandinavian modern. The ice storm was set in the mid-seventies middle America.
You’re a gay best friend, if you’re going to cross-reference your pop cultural references to your knowledge of interior design, do it properly.
In related news:
Rebecca Eckler has a blog. In which she discusses how her nanny can afford Prada, and her 2 year old gets 140 dollar haircuts. I am not linking to it, because I don’t want to make anybody yak. If you really want to see it, or don’t know who I’m talking about, you all know how to use Google.
Today, Toronto made me want to yak.
What happened to you Toronto? You used to be cool.
March 5th, 2006 at 2:13 am
Hey, Toront0 still cool! You pay later, LATER!!
March 5th, 2006 at 11:25 am
I googled it, and found the blog. It is exactly what I hate. The only worst thing than compulsively blogging about every meaningless thing you do and making it seem important is compulsively blogging about every meaningless thing your baby does.
Babies, by their very nature, are fucking boring because they literally do nothing all day. That is not good blog material.
March 12th, 2006 at 5:22 pm
Woo! Another Drawn! blog to add to my RSS feeds. I like what you’ve done with the place. I’m a whore for pink links as can be seen at my blog.
March 13th, 2006 at 2:42 pm
Why thank you. Pink is pretty. I like’s it.
March 15th, 2006 at 9:18 am
Eckler, was she the one who wrote “poor me, I got pregnant’d!” for the Post?
I’m going to check it out. And cringe. Hard.
March 15th, 2006 at 10:20 am
… I couldn’t get past the part about her baby eating or not-eating CARBS.
Couldn’t!