But, here's an important tip for you men, be conscious of your testicles, take care of them and protect them. At least once a month check them for lumps, and, in general, just play with them cause it feels good don't it...
Learn more about nuts.. you know you want to.

who is Graig Kent at 5:24 PM?

Song of the day...
sorta a cohort with Badly Drawn Boy and other XL label refugees, Andy Votel does strange melody and warble tracks mixing live with processed... nifty
check out Andy Votel: Return of the Spooky Driver (a haunting surf ballad!?)

who is Graig Kent at 5:03 PM?

Mar from the Ewoks gave me the skinny on what's up with them... massive amounts of studio time for the new record... and whilst Jenny Ewok is pimping with the Organ, Mar's off sidetracking with her new band, the Engaged.

who is Graig Kent at 10:29 AM?

today's web cam:
is the hangover cam...

hangover cam???
Badly Drawn Boy played a small and intimate session at Soundscapes (a small cd store) yesterday. To ensure everything was kosher and we'd get in Gary (he's got photos) and I headed there right after work... the walk was long in the hot hot sun, with the hot hot wind, and the hot hot shade. There was a lineup outside the store when we got there, and it was amusing as people passed, asked what was going on, and kept on walking with that "uh hummm" look after you told them that "it's badly drawn boy doing an in-store".
Carla and Val showed up not long afterwards, and about a hundred people piled inside the cramped, unairconditioned space at 8:00. Damon didn't come out for half an hour, but it seemed like 3 as we were waiting in the 50-something degree furnace, looking like a strange hipster wet t-shirt contest.
The show was fine, but hot... poor Damon's fingers kept sweating, and playing the guit with wet fingers aint easy. There were a lot of songs from About a Boy and a few new ones, so it was very nice.
After the show we jettisoned over to Babylon where Carla, having successfully needled Gary into joining us, promptly got us lost. Just to prove how atypical a guy I am... I asked for directions (gasp!!!).
So, with no food in my belly, and having sweated out about 4lbs of my water weight, I proceeded to drink a vodka/creme-de-menthe tini which, I think after 2 sips, went straight to my head.
I had another, butterscotch ripple and some sort of apple-spice thang. A bit too peppery for my liking in an alcoholic drink (this from a guy who drank coke & baileys and liked it). And more head rubbing ensued. Thanks gang!
They were closing up shop on the second floor around 12:30, and one of our two guests of honor, Noah wound up with two martinis which he just wasn't going for... he did the first but completely poopooed the second. The man I am, I just couldn't let good alcohol sit there wasting away like a dead spider under a bathmat, so I drank it up with no hesitation...
All right, so it's a slight fabrication. I picked it up for a sip and was going to make it the communal "spit and take a drink" GTABlogger tini, but alas, my good friends about me decided to berate me, deride me, insult me, and otherwise completely shred my self image until the fucking thing was gone.
Chugging martini's: my throat's feeling it this morning. Like hot tar going down a castle wall. Guh.
I was going home, but so soon after the chug, I needed support, and Carla was my crutch... and my crutch was heading with others to Golden Griddle. The suggestion of waffels entering my body, as always, filled me with a warm sense of glee, so I was all over it like a tea cosey on a sandwitch (?)
I took a long walk with the evercool Accordian Guy down to Queen and Spadina where I flipped a coin and decided I was probably quite unable to pick up my bike and ride home... I felt more tired than drunk.
I passed out quickly after a brushing and contact removal, but woke up with massive head swelling and a nastiness in my throat that felt worse than an endoscopy.
But I'm at work, tired (still) but semi-content. It was a good night, alright, and thanks to all who were so kind with words about the loss of my dear Gringo (Jen, Kelly, umm, others).
We'll toast you soon, good buddy.
buh. worktime

who is Graig Kent at 9:26 AM?

How embarassing
So you're walking into Caban on Queen street, one child steps through the sliding glass doors, whilst the other two lag behind. Then, suddenly, with the speed of speed the doors close on your body, and your child on the inside is pulling while the children on the outside push (but not before popping open your purse, taking your money, and high tailing it to Sugar Mountain). God, how embarassed are you?
Shit. Learn how to walk through doors lady.

who is Graig Kent at 4:50 PM?

Sometimes a spider comes into your life that touches you in so many ways (he does have 8 legs after all). For me, and many of us here at thebiglist, that little arachnid was Gringo Starr -- a spider whose very broad web was cast in anecdotes of his many antics. I think he made me smile most with his constant exploration of the boundaries of the bathroom and occasional incarcerations in the glass jar. But more than being just a happy spider, it was Gringo Starr who got us wrapped up in a most delightful person, Graig. Our thoughts to out to our fellow friend, found through Gringo, and in this time of sorrow, we extended our deepest sympathies to Graig and our warmest memories to our late spidery friend.

Cheers, Jayme.
Join me in raising a glass.
Here's a toast to the boogy.
I'll drink to that, bottoms up.

who is Graig Kent at 12:33 PM?

Gringo Starr, the first Spider Behind My Toilet, was found dead of lethal squashing, this day in 2002.
His body was discovered under a mat where he was believed to be hiding out from either light or the broad feet of the pink giant.
The death has been ruled an accident, and no foul play is suspected, even though the pink giant was known to frequently harass Gringo with flash cameras and spatulas.
Gringo was laid to rest in the wash basin of a washing machine, after going through the cleansing, agitate, rinse and spin ceremonial ritual.
You will be missed, Mr. Starr.
Well wishers can send cards or letters to the address on your left.

it's all so very sad. I'm not a happy pappy anymore.
but there is another, as currently Steve Allen 1&2 are volleying back and forth between residencies behind the toilet.

who is Graig Kent at 6:05 PM?

who dressed me today?
Hi, I'm the Green Lantern.
Righty oh.
And what's with the bumblebee sneakers?
(Well, that's a good question. You see, I bought these funky yellow and black adidas back in, oh, let's say 98 (maybe even 99) on sale for something like forty bucks. They were comfortable and odd, like me you see. But I quickly found after I got them home that these runners didn't really... go... with anything...at all. That, plus the fact that I don't run leads to "hey I wore these maybe four times over the past 3-4 years." But today, I was feeling pretty wry, so I tossed them on, pleased with their comfort, and unconcerned with my appearance. They're still really comfortable, although my feet are getting quite hot in them (perhaps it diabetes?), but, well, them and light pants, and a green shirt... haha. I make me laugh.) Fin.

it's like some ad photo or something
This is Densil's passport photo but wound up looking like a mock-cellular phone advert or America's Most Wanted, or the back of a milk carton or something. Very cool.

who is Graig Kent at 9:01 AM?

Ooh, cows.
"Lala, lala, MOO! Hee hee hee."
actual quote from teletubbies.

favorite yoga position
pigeon lunge.
it's fun.
Not quite like this this though

ha ha
I misread this yoga page I was on... it said "yoga fit" and I thought it said Yoga Fett.
Flex like the jedi, May the Fourth be with you...

the spider beside my oven
Yup, there's another one... I'm too tired to think of a name... but you should see all the complex webwork he has going on on either side of the stove.
Breaker 1-9er, are their any smokey's with their ears on?
10-4 good buddy?
wha?
SOmebody name this one for me. First caller through gets... nothing, really.

song of the day
because I couldn't sleep, the band is Unrest, the song is untitled, or track 16 from the BPM (1991 - 1994) cd. It was either this, or Vibe Out (but I'll save Vibe Out for another day)
someday soon I'll get to the Spiderland album by Slint... and perhaps I'll tell a long, drawn out, overly boring story about why I'm buying a lot of stuff from the early 90's.

who is Graig Kent at 6:56 AM?

My original pal, Gringo Starr, well, I don't know where you are, but, please come home.

Welcome, Steve Allens

who is Graig Kent at 6:37 PM?

*See me* - pick my nose
*Witness* - me scratching my ass
*wonder* - at me slacking off from picking my nose and scratching my ass

Todays webcan funny colour/contrast is "pissed-whitewall".
Because you have nothing better to do with yourself then watch me have nothing better to do than watch myself having nothing better to do but watch myse...


who is Graig Kent at 3:36 PM?

So as you can see, I'm making no money but I'm developing an ego, and I'm eating falafels (maybe). Way to go!

*don't answer that

who is Graig Kent at 2:58 PM?

song of the day
in my soon-to-be-newly-found-life as a photowhore, I present to you:
Handsome Boy Modelling School: Look At This Face (Oh My God They're Gorgeous)
Handsome Boy Modelling School was the best sixty dollars I ever spent. If I didn't go to Handsome Boy Modelling School, I'd still have sixty dollars.
(expect pictures of me to be plastered everywhere, if they aren't already...)

who is Graig Kent at 12:14 AM?

I'm about to pass out
just fyi

I had more to say but...
brain fart.

who is Graig Kent at 7:38 PM?

fooood
you ever notice you eat faster in a busy restaurant?
If you like to savour your food or simply don't like mowing down, find a quiet place to chill or find the off times for your favorite restaurant. Plus, the added bonus of going to a place on their off hours is the service is usually friendlier, and little bonuses come with the meal (like three buckets of hotsauce!!!).
For those wondering, I came across this little tidbit as Mr. Faux-Mo - back from NY - and I went to Dipamo's slowcooked meat hut on Eglington (where the service is always friendly, btw) where, well, they know us by everything but name (and we've only been there, what, four times? That's kinda cool.) There's no real point to saying all this, but I'm just pumping the business... go there and tell them the Spider Behind My Toilet sent you (it won't get you anything but really strange looks, but it'll make me laugh, so do it, peons!)

Song of the day double hit
Since I didn't get around to doing it yesterday, here's two SOTD's, both by the same band, both from soundtracks, both frikkin cool ass songs:
The Stranglers: Golden Brown (from Snatch)
The Stranglers: Peaches (from Sexy Beast)
Both are unbearably fantastic movies worth watching repeatedly. Both are incredibly catchy song which will stick to your ribs like Wifred Brimley.

who is Graig Kent at 6:10 AM?