I’m Nicole Stamp.
I live in Toronto, Canada, where I work as a television host and director, writer, and actor. This website is where I collect things I am interested in, because the clutter was getting overwhelming.
Things I am interested in include:
the internet, evolutionary biology, public speaking, scrabble, embarrassment, office supplies, brunch, bran, saving time, performance, chicken mcnuggets, inquisitive cats, sans serif fonts, hive minds, doodles, hypochondria, breakfast cereals, curly hair-care tips, feral children, perception, decluttering strategies, delicious things to eat, caffeine, tutorials, movies & plays & teeveeshows- especially funny ones where the characters occasionally address the audience, leftover Chinese food, indirect lighting, subtext, being nice to the environment, what happens in the emergency room, dollar stores, how to do things, how not to do things, stereotypes, exceptions, chewing gum, dodgeball, recycling, hacks, Barack Obama, oxford commas, and the internet.
If you’re new to this bloog, welcome. Here’s a list of my favourite posts that you may enjoy. I think the one about candied bacon is particularly noteworthy.
You can write to me at stamperoo (at) gmail (dot) com.
October 28, 2008 at 5:20 pm |
Yesterday while getting a ready to give a talk about drawing comics to a room full of Sequential arts students, I overheard a girl telling her friend about how she found a cat, and took it in.
And named it Batman.
Apparently her roomate had a cat already, and that cat’s name was Robin, so she wanted it to match.
But so far Robin hates Batman.
April 6, 2009 at 5:10 pm |
i don’t really undersand why kalman wrote that here. it’s been months and i still don’t understand it.
July 18, 2009 at 7:25 pm |
It was quite exciting to think of it. Amazing that they were coming here, to my place of all places! By nature I am good at suppressing my emotions, so my countenance did not expose to my seven famous and infamous guests my elation, which was to the point of having me look like a cover band leader meeting the group he models.
It is almost time; I cannot wait for them to come. I had set the dinner to be at six on the dot, though I was more than certain that O’Hair would be fashionably late. The first automobile showed up, and to my surprise it was Karl Marx and his newfound friend Francois Marie Arouet, both of them noted thinkers of their time.
August 11, 2009 at 1:59 pm |
This must be the Black Hole where missing emails end up.
August 12, 2009 at 5:06 am |
Ah, now it makes more sense. I wracked my brains, I really did. But how could I have predicted that it was an actual hole in the space-time continuum?
August 27, 2009 at 11:03 pm |
You got a vast blog, but I wonder why not benifit ftom all of this, I got here because your blog was featured on wordpress main page.