I haven’t done one of these weird candy kit things in a while, and I just couldn’t resist the Pizza one.
This one had many different powder packages, as well as instructions to cut out the designs on the plastic wrap to use as fun pizza boxes and accessories.
My result was not as pretty as the perfectly round ones on the box! The pizza and fries were baked in the microwave for a short amount of time. It allowed the “cheese” to melt and dough to harden a bit.
This one was equally as bizarre as the Mini Burger set. I made a veggie pizza and one that had something that tasted like meat. The “vegetables” on the pizza was a colourful bag of dots that tasted like vegetable chips. The fries tasted like fries. The drink was a fizzy grape drink. The pizza sauce and cheese, did taste real too, with a hint of sweetness. It was all very strange. These are always funnier to make than they are to eat!
I don’t know why but every time I order a coffee and put on a lid, the coffee would explode everywhere.
It doesn’t matter where it is. Maybe I walk weird or something.
I don’t know why but for the second year in the world, as the weather got colder, ants started appearing inside my apartment. I’m not really scared of ants but they are such a stupid nuisance. Are they looking for warmth at my place? These visitors are certainly unwelcome.
Last year they came in through cracks by the door, but this year they are coming mysteriousyl from the wall. They are the exact same type of small black ants. I tried everything including sealing all cracks, but they find another one to come through!
The only thing that really works is to bait them with peanut butter poison (that you can buy pre-packaged). Liquid bait doesn’t do anything, even though people online seem to really recommend it. The process of baiting is slow though. It’s not as instant as spraying them to death, but they would just end up coming out from somewhere else.
I’m obsessively watching as they carry the poison back to the holes they are coming from, awaiting their queen’s slow death.
So apparently I have reached 40,000 tweets on Twitter. I’m surprised people aren’t like super annoyed of me.
Speaking of annoying…. I did pick one of these up.
What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen someone leave behind? I think mine were these angels at a bus shelter. Maybe it was a sign?
I found frozen burgers on sale at my local grocery store. This might as well be a Dollarama review because they were $1 each. How could I not try it at least once?
I took it to work and I was slightly embarrassed to go in the kitchen and reveal this box and encounter the appalled faces of co-workers. Luckily, no one was there. I took my burger out of the freezer and opened one side of the plastic wrap as instructed, leaving the burger still in it. I stuck the burger in the microwave for one single minute.
Beep beep. I open the microwave. The aroma is familiar, a little hospital-like with a side of sadness. Well, sort of like McDonalds. The wrapper was a bit hot to hold so I grasped it with a paper towel. The cheese was melted and the meat a brownish colour. There was no tomato. I don’t know why there’s a photo of a tomato on the box.
The size of the burger was like a junior burger at any fast-food chain. If you like fast-food you might actually like this sub-par burger. I found it tasted a lot like a regular cheese burger at McDonalds, underwhelming with a weird sweetness to the bun. I ate the entire thing in like a minute because it was relatively small and unsatisfying.
What was I thinking? Why did I buy a frozen burger. Let alone 2 (yes there is a second still in the fridge).
Over on Ride the Tempo we released a compilation of the weirdest Canadian tunes we’ve posted so far on Tuesdays! The compilation is a free download on Bandcamp and CDS are available for a small fee. Get weird.
I learnt about Very Cool Shirtz through Ryan Hemsworth. When they released this Fuchsia City tee from Pokemon I thought I had to have it! I’m at Atomic Lollipop this weekend and it’s totally appropriate wear.
Recently I read Anupa Mistry’s piece in The Hairpin called All About Me. In the article she talks a lot about the privilege of beauty.
I never really considered myself beautiful. I have a flat nose, a gigantic head and always look like I am slouching, even when I think I am not.
Growing up, I watched as my adorable little sister got away with things I would never have dreamed of. Beautiful people I observed through life seemed to make more friends and had a powerful natural confidence that I always dreamed I could have.
But in the past few years or so, I noticed the value of something more than beauty. The value of weird. I thank the internet – especially twitter and blogs- for this. I discovered different types of quirky people and soon realized that people appreciated all the strange things about me. It enabled me to organically grow my social media following who occasionally converted over to real life friends. I acquired some out-there freelance gigs and a boyfriend who seems to love all the peculiarities about me.
The insecurities about my looks became a non-priority. I have been sharing more selfies and personal blog entries with the goal of highlighting everything that makes me who I am. The whole idea of selfies, blogging and social media can occasionally seem self-centered but that’s okay. Let it be.
Be confident. Be who you are. Be weird.
Do you ever find yourself on a packed subway train and discover that the only empty seat is the middle seat? The one between two people.
Sometimes there’s a bag on it and you have to ask someone if you could interrupt their comfortably seated belongings. Other times there is a guy manspreading (spreading his legs and taking up two seats). They can be too squishy, especially when I am carrying my worldly belongings on my back. I try my best not to touch anyone as if everyone is made of lava.
A lot of times the middle seat exists because strangers don’t want to sit beside each other. However, I frequently discover after sitting down that the two people on both ends do know each other and I become the awkward fulcrum to a very weird seesaw. I listen to two people share their lives in great detail, without a care in the world that there is a person awkwardly between them.
Now when I see that empty middle seat, I would rather stand and watch other people experience it for themselves.