I'll do it tomorrow

Fab Magazine Cover - Dec 2009

jasonkb:

A few weeks back I shot the cover for the fab magazine holiday issue which is now available on newsstands throughout Toronto and online at fabmagazine.com. The theme was holiday entertaining with a Martha Steward flair.  Some of you might recognize the setting, as we shot the image in my kitchen. Luckily it was a warmish day because I had to pull down the sliding doors to have enough room to setup.  Kyle, the model, was a great sport and didn’t make me turn on the stove for extra warmth. Thanks Kyle for not dropping the cookies and Paul for the great styling.

Let me know what you think in the comments below.

I LOVE fab magazine.  Good for you!

things I'm having trouble getting over

small picture - next week is december.

big picture - five weeks from now is a new decade.

even bigger picture - digesting all the “best of 00s” lists that are going to be generated between now jan 31/10.

FULL SCOPE - how old it’s going to make me feel to understand 99% of all cultural references with a defined sense of “I was there”.

So effed up!  So unfair! So time for some agressive regression!

Life's timing makes me laugh..

amaninthemaking:

This morning around 715 on the bus, I noticed this pretty girl just going to town on two  huge sandwiches. Sandwiches for breakfast? hmm. She must have been hungry because they were both gone within minutes.

I finished work an hour early today and I jumped on the bus aroiund 330 to go home, and yea..there was Sandwich Girl again! In the same seat, but no sandwiches in hand this time. No no….a nice brand new plunger.  Of all the things to see a random stranger with twice in a day, two big sandwiches, followed by a hefty plunger.  hilarious, I’m sure to just me.

Bulimic?

sick dreams

when I am sick I have the worst dreams.  last night it was that I was eating scones and had to throw up in the public washroom of my hometown’s public swimming pool.  and I didn’t have flip flops on.

the woman’s change room of said pool always had a few cm of warmish water all over the place.  it was dark, too.  and festering.  and the bottom of the pool was this weird textured cement that always ripped up all the little kids toes.

so, to me (more my mother, then eventually me) those pools of water on the floor weren’t composed of highly chlorinated run off.  no.  instead their makeup consisted of urine, blood and pool water.  in trace amounts.  forgetting flip flops meant you got carried.  shamefully carried.

cold sweat, woke up, back to bed.

but I’m STILL mad at myself for forgetting the flip flops.

on glands

I have football player neck and a grimace when I swallow yet I’m going to work.  Why?  I don’t know.  Maybe if they see my face they’ll send me home?

(they won’t)

Maybe they’ll recognize my hard work  and dedication?

(uh-uh.)

Maybe I’ll leave half way and stop at the clinic and get some antibiotics?

(yes).

Well ok then.  Thanks for all your help.

Roll out: The best times to leave the worst party

youdonthavethis:

10. When nobody wants to play Beyonce.

9. When someone comes up to you and declares that she’s going to make a move on an older man, who is in a serious relationship. “Oh no,” you say, stroking her hair. “Don’t be that girl. Don’t be the girl he sells out to his girlfriend when he confesses that he made out with you tonight, tomorrow,” and she nods. Moments later they are dancing, rocking side to side, his hands clenching handfuls of her party dress and ass.

8. When everything is great and someone looks at your face and asks what is wrong and you’re like ‘Nothing!’ and she’s like ‘No, really’, and then you realize you’re just old and tired, haggard. With loose skin.

7. When your period starts.

6. When all you can think about is that half a burrito in the fridge.

5. When you realize that if you do not leave, you’re staying to watch the sunrise with these people and that means sitting upright until 7:30, watching the cats and wondering how long you can hold your urine.

4. When your champagne and cranberry juice is gone, and you’ve only had one A&W mug full.

3. When you realize you’re sober enough to care too much about what songs come out of your iPod, and people you would like to be making out with are coming up and requesting songs to bump and grind 18 year olds in American Apparel minidresses and leather jackets to, like this is seventh grade and you’re a local radio DJ, refusing to play Shoop even though you have it, because your life is one long hot iron to the face. And you can’t make out with a 13 year old in the station van, because you’d be arrested, and never considered for the morning show.

2. When the tiny lesbian insults you, laughing, hugging you and snuggling the side of your face.

1. Before you convince yourself to stay.

sounds like a killer party.

chlo, this made me think of you.