You think this is just gonna be a sickeningly cute video of cats doing something with their paws, but what you don’t realize is that these are talking cats.
Cougar sent me two pairs of winter boots to talk about here on my bloog. They must have caught wind of the fact that I like cats, or younger men, or warm feet, any one of those, really. Can I tell you about how hard my life is? Because it was really difficult to photograph my new boots, waah!
The day I planned to photograph the first pair, I was
playing online poker really really busy. By the time I got around to it, the sky was juuust starting to darken, so I got dressed as quickly as I could and ran outside to discover that, oh yeah, daylight savings time, and oh yeah, it takes me forever to get ready. So oh yeah, it was pretty much pitch-black and freezing outside.
No natural light. But no worries; I figured using the flash would give the photos a gritty, edgy look, like wildlife photography. You know, like I’m just a lil’ cougar drinking at a watering hole and what’s this trip-wire thingie… and KUH-FLASH, now I’m a centrefold in National Geographic.
I like these boots a lot. It was damn cold out when I was taking these pics, and the rest of me was frozen solid, but my feet were toasty. The boots are comfy and rugged, and the laces slide smoothly in little rings so they’re very easy to tighten. The style is called Ringo. I didn’t try them on drums or toy trains, but they’re good for feet.
They’re also rated to -30′ weather, which is handy because that’s pretty much the temperature inside my apartment all winter. Jealous? Well, maybe you need an elderly Italian landlord then.
(Just kidding, my landlord is suuuper nice, and it’s 100% not his fault my apartment is cold. It’s David Suzuki’s fault because I feel guilty turning up the heat.)
(Just kidding, I love the ‘Zukes too, like a lot. Seriously. We’re buds.
By “buds” I might mean “One time I followed him down the street in Vancouver for two blocks but then I got shy and hid behind a bus shelter instead of saying hi to him”.)
To photograph the second pair of boots, I planned much more carefully, by which I mean I managed to get dressed before the sun went down, so my neighbours could photograph me in natural light.
But then my neighbours just… weren’t there. They’re photographers, and I pretty much expect them to be hanging around on their porch all day, ready and waiting to photograph me on one second’s notice. But for some reason, they weren’t sitting conveniently in the cold waiting to do totally random, unplanned favours for me, the nerve.
Biting back my rage, I set up my camera’s timer function and balanced it cleverly on a chair. Because, you guys, I totally do not need any help in order to take awesome photos of my footwear.
Luckily, just then, my mailman wandered by. Well, luckily for me, because it meant I now had a photographer.
Maybe not quiiite as lucky for my mailman, because it meant he now had
a lunatic me, forcing inviting him to pose for ridiculous cool matching pics.
Seriously, my mailman is awesome. Dude takes good photos, too.
Also dude is an incredibly good sport.
Thanks, Mailman David, for the mad photography and modelling skillz. He also delivered some socks I bought on eBay, and a flyer about pizza.
So. Win-win-win, you guys.
Oh yeah, and the boots.
This style is called the Tibet. They’re waterproof, flock-lined, warm, and rated to -24′. I like the little work-socks cuff detail, which can be neatly folded down, or scrunched up if you’re badass. I haate all weather that isn’t sunny, but this year I’m almost looking forward to the rain and snow because these boots are warm and cute.
In summation, I’m a fan of Cougar Boots.
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When you hear “West Indian Dub Videos”,
this is probably not what you expect.
Guyanese Dora and Boots:
Trinidadian Slap Chop:
Thanks to Pasha and Gerry for Facebooking these.
So this is a big mirrored parabola thingie that collects 3 square metres of sunshine and focusses it to a pinpoint. Which is hot enough to burn literally anything on earth.
My brain seriously exploded and is now dripping down my neck. It’s pretty hot but this is hotter:
Thanks to Jessie for this mind-melting clip.
My friend Michelle sent me this. I turned it up very loud and marched in place for a few minutes. I’m in really good shape now.
Wendy Molyneux tried to write something funny, but couldn’t because she’s just a woman.
I tried on all my clothes, and I felt better until I tried on one pair of pants that didn’t fit me anymore. And then I totally started to cry again, because I am so fat. I cried for a little while on the floor while my cats crawled all over me, purring and being symbols of how lonely I am. My cats love to be symbols of my loneliness. Sometimes, I have to be like, “Stop signifying so loudly guys, I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy!”
Aw man, so embarassing for her, it is really not funny at all. Read it here.
Actually, I’d trust GSP in this context. Maybe not some of those other MMAniacs, though.
Thanks to Helder for the tip.
Hey you guys, I just found this brand-new (read: ten years old), totally unknown (read: suuper freakin popular), little (big) blog! You guys should check it out before anyone else knows about it. It’s called Pioneer Woman and it’s written by a lady who lives on a ranch. Like seriously, that cowboy is her actual husband, and there was a snake in her yard and she has horses and sometimes there are prairie fires. And she’s funny. Yep. Welcome to the Internet, you guys. Thank goodness I’m here to show you all the new stuff.
The New Zealand location that the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy used as the site of Hobbiton was never fully demolished, and now the cute little sod homes have cute little new tenants. Basically Bilbo’s house has become a sheepfold / petting zoo. More pics here. I like this.
Some pics that caught my eye online this week: