I’m melting.

We picked up food from St. Lawrence Market and All The Best today. Even though we took the subway for most of the journey, and we did it all between 8:30 and 10:00, we were still sweating like pigs by the time we got home. It’s already 26, but 35 with the humidex. Gah.

I can’t even imagine living in our old place on Spadina, in the top floor of an old house. Our landlord bought us an air conditioner, but there’s just no way it could keep up this summer. I pity whoever lives there now.

The Spoon song “I Turn My Camera On” makes my baby dance.

…why bars think it’s a good idea to play songs like “Summer of ’69” and “I Love Rock And Roll”?

Christ.

A long lost friend was in town tonight, the delightful AK. She brought along her Aussie boyfriend, another friend and the friend’s husband. We snuck ’round the corner to the Spotted Dick, which served us well for some snacks and ultra-cold beers. It was good to see her again; we’ve not seen her in a year, but at that time her sister (who I consider like my own sister…I know, it’s all very hard to follow) was around so AK was a bit reserved, not her usual kooky self.

It was good to see her, and to meet her boyfriend. He’s a great guy, and her friends are good people, so it was a fun (if early) night, just kicking back withsome food and a few drinks and some laughs. Low-key but enjoyable, what I needed since tomorrow marks the beginning of the great HR paper-writing. Ugh.

From the CBC: Parents group wants fines for Live 8 swear word

These people are too fucking stupid to own televisions. I mean, the line “Who the f**k are you?” came from The Who‘s “Who Are You” (or, as these mouthbreathers know it, the theme song to one of them there CSI shows), a decades-old song they can’t possibly have avoided for their entire lives, so it’s not like the swearing was unexpected. If you’re so goddamned offended by a split-second curse word, turn off the TV. Idiot.

Who wants to bet that this shows up on Americans Are Dumb tomorrow?

After months of talking about it, Stanzi (aka “assgash”) and I finally went to The Salad House (Roy’s Square, near Yonge & Bloor) for lunch. I wish we hadn’t delayed; this could be a new favourite. I got a ginormous salad with chicken for just under $6.50 all in; Stanzi got a wrap and smaller salad for the same price.

$4 cheaper than my beloved mandarin chicken salad from Whole Foods, and a whole lot closer to work. Just have to remember to get there early; by 12:05 the lineup was out the door.

Read the review in Now.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS w/ Destroyer. The Docks. $22.50 at RT, HS, SS, TM. Oct 9.

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Not-so-guilty pleasure: my Nomad just served up “S. Soup” by Sebadoh. I haven’t heard the song in about 3 years, but I have very happy memories of it. I have a distinct memory of humming it while walking up the stairs at the Duke of York.

“You’re so off you’re on.”

Temperature sensitive faucets. Gimme.

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The Headstones covering “Tweeter And The Monkey Man” has been stuck in my head ever since we heard the original on my brother’s iPod last month. I went out of my way to listen to it this morning.

Actually, that band is one of my guilty pleasures in general. It’s partly CBJ’s fault.