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It’s Michelle & Adam’s Friday Five!

Guess what?  It’s Friday!  Yippie Skippy!  This week Michelle and I decided to each contribute 2.5 Friday favorites to everyone’s favorite Cocky & Rude Friday feature: It’s The Friday Five!

1) American Horror Story. (Michelle) Why are there flies on those apples…? My favorite show of the new season!  The storyline keeps moving along with neat little twists. Last night’s was fantastic – too bad I had already read about it on the internet :( . Jessica Lange plays my favorite character. She does a wonderful job playing someone you love to hate and hate to love. Tate and Moira are other characters that tread the line between sympathetic and despicable. Guest spots by Mena Suvari, Zachary Quinto and Eric Stonestreet keep the show fresh. And there’s just the right amount of gruesome to satisfy this horror fan. If you’re not watching, you should be.

2) Hot chocolate. (Michelle) Hurray! It’s hot chocolate season. I like to throw a couple Hershey’s kisses in mine to make it extra chocolatey. And a splash of peppermint schnapps doesn’t hurt either.

3) This. (Michelle)

3.5) This. (Adam) (Even though everyone has already seen it because I shared it on Facebook.) (And even though it’s missing an apostrophe.)  It’s so funny!

4) The Hunger Games trilogy. (Adam) Mikey raved about it … so I decided to give it a chance.  Ever since I graduated from college (with a bachelor’s degree in English) I’ve strayed away from that whole ‘reading’ thing.  I few books here and there, but overall I’m a book burnout.  I started reading the first book in Montreal and (according to my Kindle) I’m now 61% of the way through the third.  It’s a lot of fun (even though it’s a young adult series) and I can’t wait for the movie!  Have you seen the trailer yet?  It looks sooooo good!

5) Chinese Food. (Adam) I recently discovered that my local Chinese Restaurant’s recipes for vegetable lo mein and  spring rolls are vegan (or so they claim), and now I can’t get enough!  Noodles, broccoli, weird looking mushrooms that they probably found growing in the sludge next to the dumpster, assorted other mystery vegetables … omg!  Spring rolls stuffed with random nondescript and often colorless vegetables all coated in a crispy deep-fried shell?  PLUS they claim that it’s all “healthy” Chinese food!  Who cares if they’re lying?  Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom!!

Runners Up This Week: staying in bed until 5 minutes before you’re supposed to leave for work (because the bed is warm and the apartment is cold) and then running around like a maniac to get ready, snuggling with Spring until she attacks, getting surprise gifts in the mail from Michelle M., getting calendars in the mail from Polt, Beavis & Butt-Head, and of course: hardcore gay pornography.

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Montreal Vacation: Part 2

Were you bored to shit after reading my Montreal Vacation: Part 1 post yesterday?  Then you’re crap outa luck!
Cuz here’s part 2.  Bam!  In the face!

Between Part 1 and Part 2, my arm grew back.  BUT NOT FOR LONG!  Because this paper tiger bit it the fuck off again.  Montreal was not a lucky place for arms, lemme tell ya.

Wondering where I managed to find a big paper tiger?  It was at the Montreal Botanical Gardens Chinese Lantern exhibit. This is the 19th edition of The Magic of Lanterns at the Chinese Garden. This year’s theme pays tribute to China’s first Emperor, Qin Shi Huangdi and his impressive cavalry.

The Chinese architecture is beeeeeeutiful!

This banzai tree (part of the banzai garden in the Japanese Garden) is 270 years old!
That’s almost twice as old as Polt!  Holy CRAP that’s old!

After the Botanical Gardens, Mr. Sombrero and I went to the Montreal Insectarium.
Here’s a photo of two beetles do’n it.

People eat that?  Eww! Gross!
… I was talking about the chocolate …
Cuz I’m an ultra vegetarian.  Right … I was talking about the chocolate.

The next day we took a day trip to Quebec City.  It’s a wonder we made it there, because I have no idea what the hell a white line next to a stop light means.

Old Quebec City is the only walled city in North America and is is the capital of the Canadian province of Quebec.

The city’s most famous landmark is the Château Frontenac, a hotel which dominates the skyline.

Here I am, standing in front of it and looking like a dumbass.

And here I am pretending that I’m looking at something exciting.

Here’s the two of us pretending that we’re cute.*

Here’s a sign that discourages Michael Jackson from tossing his baby over a ledge.

The next day we explored more of Montreal’s parks, tourist traps and strip clubs. Here’s a friendly white squirrel that I found at a La Fontaine Park.

Montreal is a very clean city — thanks to these amazing Gonzo-nosed golf cart vacuums.

Mr. Sombrero sampled some of the local artisan ice cream in a homemade cone.
Is this NOT the cutest photo you’ve EVER seen??

And then we went home to the boring United States of America.  Within 3 days, we both came down with upper respiratory infections.  Woohoo!

*We don’t actually have to pretend — we know that we’re cute.

My Weird Favorites

Just about everyone has a favorite color, a favorite song, and a favorite breakfast cereal.  But today we’re going to talk about you weird favorites.  Weird favorites are the ones that you probably don’t share with too many people.  They’re weird character traits that most people hear and then quickly call you a “freak.”  Here’s just a few of mine:

Cooked Broccoli
Have you finished barfing all over your keyboard?  It’s the honest truth: I freak’n love cooked broccoli.  Sure raw broccoli is good, but the mushy steamed, boiled or baked varieties reign supreme.  Adding some broccoli to a tomato sauce, Indian, Thai or Chinese food, or really just pile it on a plate with a little salt and pepper and I’m in heaven.  The texture, the taste … mmmm!  Those tiny green trees are my favorite!

Canvas Belts
Unless you’ve recently suffered some sort of skull trauma, you already know that I’m vegan (and before that, I was vegetarian).  It’s been about 15 years since I’ve consumed any kind of meat.  And along with not eating meat, I also don’t wear it.  That means that leather belts, shoes and wallets are a no-no.  For the last 15 years, I’ve worked hard to fill a dresser drawer with canvas (and fake-leather) belts of every color and pattern.  And no matter how many I own … I keep buying more!

The Smell of Old Books
My first job was as a book shelver at my local county library.  And as I was weeding through the piles of books that were soaked with urine and polka dotted with snot, every once and a while I’d come across a clean one.  And if I was lucky, that clean book would be very, very old.  I’d scan the immediate area and make sure that no one was looking.  Then I’d crack it open and give it a quick sniff.  That dry, disintegrating old paper smells simply amazing.

Old books, canvas belts and a side of cooked broccoli.  So perfect together!  But I can’t be the only person with a weird favorite.  Tell me a few of yours in the comments!

Just Add Nonsense

Now with more serial killers!

You may have heard of this cute little website called Meet-Up.  On this website, net savvy people search for people in their area who have similar interests or who want to just get out and enjoy life with other people.  I think most of these people have issues socializing and making friends so it shouldn’t surprise anyone to know that I joined a while ago to see if there was some cool group of people just for me out there.  I have been consistently amused with my suggested meet-up groups.  Frankly, they have been kind of scary.

Let’s start with the groups I got invited to just yesterday.  First was called “Fortysomething Single Professionals/Writers/Intellectuals.” Seriously? I’m not even close to that decade in life.  And how exactly did the website suggest that group to me with my random selection of interests being “Gay Rights,” “Trivia,” “Books,” and “Feminism.”  Apparently Anne who organized the group is also somewhat of an intellectual snob.  She actually indicated that attendees must have a Bachelor’s Degree to participate.  No one has ever been a professional, a writer or an intellectual without the sacred B.A.  After I recovered from the shock of being labeled old and boring, I got an invitation to join “Young Gay Science and Math Teachers.”  How can a website suggest a 40+ group and then a “young” group on the same day?  And how many people does this organizer think they are going to find?  I know in NYC there are a lot of faggots, but how many are science and math teachers.  None!  They teach the gay subjects of art and home economics.

There are a few more shockers that came through the portal of random.  I have also been invited to “Gay Church of Satan” (WTF?) and “NYC Singles Over 35 Musical Theater Lovers.” The first one is shocking because everyone knows that all gays worship Satan whether we go to church or not.  And the second is shocking because any real afficionado of musicals would have used the proper spelling of theatre.

The previous groups were absolutely sublime compared to the more absurd groups with which I have been technologically matched.  My extremely valuable and highly competitive membership has been requested for the “NYC Chinese Karaoke” group.  I don’t know if they are aware, but my Mandarin sucks. Unless they have Gaga.  Gaga is the same in all languages.

My absolute favorite group to which I was invited was “Luke DogWalker Play Group.” I eventually found out that this was not some canine version of Star Wars, but really a group of people who want to have their dogs play with other people’s dogs or something.  I liked my version better.

I just can’t wait until I am invited to the group “Gay Men with Brown Hair who Blog about their Meet-Up invites” group.

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