Good vibes, cheap martinis at Hey Lucy

May 14, 2010 at 1:17 pm (Uncategorized)

Good vibes, cheap martinis at Hey Lucy

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Travelling on a mission

May 11, 2010 at 9:49 pm (kate, travel, Uncategorized) (, , )

A year and a half ago, I watched as my own mother was physically and emotionally broken down by stage 4 lung cancer. I can only hope that was the worst experience I’ll ever endure. Despite efforts, I had to eventually come to terms that denial was ineffective, and that I was completely incapable and unable of doing anything to stop it. Its grip came with a wrath that nobody and no medical treatment could control, reverse, or even hold off.

Throughout my mother’s entire life, she had one dream that overpowered most others. To be traveling through Europe, or more specifically, the South of France. Whether it was due to family, finance, or other forces, there was always something blocking the path of the Europe dream. In the early summer months of 2009, it finally became attainable. I could tell she was going to be a pretty agreeable travel companion while we planned our itinerary, as the only place she really cared about seeing was the French countryside…

Timing was definitely not on our side, as right when her ultimate dream was within reach for the very first time, it was snatched away in what felt like an instant.

Obviously there are countless upsetting angles, but one of the ones that still bothers me the most today, is that she was so close to achieving the one thing she wanted so, so badly. It is unfair, enraging and sad.

In ghost stories, you hear the term “unfinished business” a lot. I don’t believe in ghosts, but this is certainly a prime example of unfinished business. Although I’m not very spiritual, I feel I owe it to her to give the next best thing. I’m going to scatter my mother’s ashes across the countryside of Southern France. I’m not exactly what you would classify as “a believer”, (I wish that I was) but I’m confident I will feel better when this is done. The circumstances are not exactly ideal, but she will get there.

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Published Down Undah

May 6, 2010 at 7:10 pm (fiction, Gigs, Good Things, kate, News, Shameless Self Promotion, travel, Uncategorized, writing) (, , , , , , , , )

I have an affinity for Australia for a number of reasons. Kangaroos, the didgeridoo, Wallabies , Chris Lilley, a vast expanse of extraordinarily venomous yet fascinating creatures, the word bogan, and now I have possibly the best reason yet. They published one of my short stories on Australian Reader!
It’s called What Do You Know, check’er out
> Let’s get bogan

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We tried every kind of Frank’s Red Hot

March 26, 2010 at 5:38 pm (Food, Reviews) (, , , , , , , , , , )

When I see that little old lady in Frank’s Red Hot commercials who says, “I put that shit on everything,” it’s just like looking into the future.

I wholeheartedly believe that that shit can be put on everything. Stir-fry, salads, mixed into dipping sauces, pizza, on top of crackers, cereal, in cocktails, on steamed vegetables, on cheese slices, as chip dip, ice cream topper, when I say I put it on everything, I’m not playing around. My roommate and I go through Frank’s weekly.
Which is why we decided to branch out, and accept that Frank’s does in fact come in a variety of flavours.

FRANK’S® RED HOT® Chile and Lime

mmm, Limey

Initial reaction: You can’t add lime to Frank’s, that’s sabotage.

Upon further research: Alright so maybe the lime adds an interesting tang to the spiciness. We bought this one on a whim, on our very first step outside the Franks’ box of original.

Where it works: On everything. Especially tequila, tortillas, and tequila tortillas. Also on seafood, like shrimp or fish or other creatures from the sea.

Where it doesn’t: On birthday cake.

FRANK’S® RED HOT® Buffalo Wing Sauce

mmm, wingy

Initial reaction: this is gonna taste like buffalo wings.

Upon further research: It taste just like buffalo wings.
Veggie people will be able to put this on tofu or basically anything, and it tastes like you’re eating chicken wings. We got this as part of a recipe for buffalo chicken dip and loved it so much we doubled the amount the recipe called for, then got another bottle.

Where it works: This shit works on everything. Especially pasta, meat, lasagna, vegetables, legumes, and anything that is food. You have to like the smokey BBQ taste though.

Where it doesn’t: On apple pie. It would however, work on chicken pot pie.

FRANK’S® RED HOT® Sweet Heat

mm.. sweet, no wait, hot!

Initial reaction: This isn’t going to be spicy enough for me.

Upon further research: This isn’t spicy enough…oh..wait, wait…ok there’s the bite.

Despite it’s low ranking on the heat scale, this Frank’s might just be my favourite one yet. The flavour of this one tastes more like wings than the Buffalo Wing Frank’s. It really is sent from the hot sauce Gods.

Where it works: Everything. Even better with eggs, pizza, salads, sauces, or plain straight from the bottle.

Where it doesn’t: In the eyes.


Initial reaction: I’m scared.

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Is this really a competition you want to win?

March 9, 2010 at 8:38 pm (Local, Rage, random) (, , , , , , , , , , )

“Ugh, I can’t believe she thought she was sicker than me. I am obviously the sick one.”

you threw up for 2 hours? Well I threw up for 9

…Is what I had to listen to on the 501 streetcar the other morning (my ipod was dead), and it isn’t the first time. I can understand that many people are competitive by nature, but it’s usually about achievements, contests, and personal goals, whatever. The part that makes me wonder about our sanity, is that natural human instinct to get competitive about anything and everything, even things we wouldn’t want at all.

Let’s take winter ailments for example. If one has a cough, the other has a cough and a sore throat, then wait, a third party jumps in with a cough, sore throat, and fever. Back to an update on patient #1, now both their legs are broken, on top of the cold. This just in, patient #2’s cough and dry throat are still lingering, legs broken, and oh my god, they’ve just burst into flames! Congrats to patient #2, taking the win with spontaneous combustion.

There can’t really be a desire to be more physically weak, or ill, than another person, can there? Technically wouldn’t this mean you’re in fact, the one losing? Then why do people still feel the need to outdo one another in these categories? I guess it’s not always about being the best or the healthiest, it seems to be just being more EXTREEMME, whether that’s a positive or a negative. It’s the need to “beat” somebody else at what they’re doing or even what their current ailment is.

So let’s calm down, shut the eff up, take our vitamins and always make sure the music device is fully charged before leaving the house.

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Animal of the Week: Angora Rabbit

February 23, 2010 at 8:12 pm (animals, Want) (, , , , , , )

Buried within the depths of 150lbs of fluffy, white hair, therein lies….A bunneh.

find the rabbit

It came from Turkey, and used to be a popular pet for rich French people. So you know these guys are classy. At first glance, you might think you have encountered the yeti, but like most things in life, you just need to look a little deeper.

I eat Angora rabbits for breakfast

Though I’m positive they’re good for other things too, Angoras are bred mainly for their fur, because it is soft, silky, and there’s a shitload of it.

Here’s a video of one getting a haircut. The machine they’re using to hold it looks a little alarming, but don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it’s not dead.

They are also International. There are English ones, French ones, German ones, and my personal favourite, Giant ones.

yo Louise that rabbit is CRASI

The giant kind, are… Giant. Even bigger than Louise’ friend. They have so much goddamn fur, they try to clip it themselves (because they’re efficient like that), and could end up with “wool block”, similar to “throat block” or “choking”. If they have space to run, and get to eat fruit, it helps move the wool through their system and they can eat and shit alll the wool in the wolrd. Or on their bodies, which is probably equivalent to all the wool in the world.

I can't see shit

In conclusion, Angora rabbits would make the perfect pet. They’re playful, social, like attention, like toys such as pinecones, gloves, plastic balls, stuffed socks, they’re starting to seem a bit perverse. But all the better.
Bonus Feature: You can also use them as a pillow, they love their owners so it most likely wouldn’t bite your face off if you tried.

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February is slushy.

February 23, 2010 at 2:36 pm (kate, News, random) (, , , , , , , , , , , )


Current mood: Hulk
Current weather: It’s snowing UP
Current obsession: Lost, Franks Red Hot, travel and cookies
Current stuff I’m excited about: Being published in the April edition of Fresh! Literary Magazine. Based outta Boass-tin Mass, The Buried Life, being a finalist in this contest to win a trip to Costa Rica.

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I eat snacks like my shoe size

February 2, 2010 at 2:54 am (Food) (, , , )

One of the greatest snacks in the world, in my opinion, is dry cereal out of a Ziploc bag. Sometimes eating this makes me feel FML, because that’s what toddlers eat. It’s just so damn good, and portable, and easy, and satisfying. Also, at the end of the day cereal isn’t all that bad for you. It’s not like I’m eating cake batter out of a Ziploc bag, right?
That is all.

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A Good Idea vs. The Good Idea

February 1, 2010 at 6:19 pm (advertising, industry, kate, random) (, , , , , , )

As an ad creative, one of the big things that keeps the drive alive, and desire to stay in the industry is that feeling you get the moment an idea comes up that you know is a good idea… We’ve all heard that in a brainstorm there are no bad ideas… Actually, most of the time there are plenty of good ones, even more so-so ones, plenty of “meh” shoulder shruggers and takebacks*, but nothing tops the one, golden idea.

The difference between a good idea and THE good idea I’m referring to is that you’re very much aware it is golden. There’s an element of excitement you feel, picturing and planning the best laid plans for how the campaign will play out, and that recurring thought, “this is gonna be soo good.”

It can be a little bit demotivating sitting in a pool of ideas that are only “okay”, and trying to pick the one with potential to be molded into something great – something it’s not. Then what can you do? You can’t reshape dried cement – which I’ve tried to do, and yes, they are comparable.

When an idea hits you and you with absolutely no doubt in your mind that it is the greatest idea EVER… Okay maybe not ever, but the greatest solution for that particular client, then you’ve picked the chocolate bar with the golden ticket. Yes, you’re fucking Charlie.

It makes you just want to dump every other idea said this far, and quit thinking of new ones. All you want to do is nurture the new brainchild. And why wouldn’t you? Did Charlie continue buying Wonka bars that same day after he won? No he didn’t. ‘Cause he already picked the winner and knew he was headed to a world full of endless joy.

Maybe in those situations that’s all you should do. If there’s any doubt in your mind as to whether it’s the best idea, then we’re talking about different things.

You can still salvage some of the others, but let’s be honest, they’re just filler now. Maybe I’m lame, or too optimistic, or too into advertising. But when there’s an idea that I’m positive is going to work, my brain explodes into confetti and if life were a musical, that’s the moment where the fully choreographed and costumed backup dancers would appear.

*Takebacks = “Hey how about… Oh, wait…Actually, no.”

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Send me to Costa Rica.

January 18, 2010 at 5:31 pm (Good Things, kate, News, Shameless Self Promotion, travel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

In grade 10, I missed a class trip to Costa Rica and was left forever resentful. I can’t even remember why I missed it now, I’m sure it was partially to do with parents convincing themselves that I would surely be attacked by a group of vicious monkeys, go riplining into a tree, and/or plummet over a waterfall in my dinghy. However, gravity, among other forces have always lured me South. It’s warm, it’s different, full of the unknown and truths to be learned, stuff I wouldn’t be able to fathom unless I went there for myself. Most importantly, there is stuff that needs to be done, stuff we can actually do. I’m talkin’ beneficial, life changing action for both ourselves and the people of Costa Rica in different but equally satisfying ways. Tons of fortunate people take vacations every year to places like Cuba, Dominican Republic, and Costa Rica, and still many never get a chance to leave their resorts and truly experience the country itself, or meet the people and understand their culture and the way they live. There is a misconception that associates these countries with elaborate buffets, sun and pools, fully stocked bars and pineapples carved to look like exotic fish.

Then I discovered a travel blog run by lad called Nomadic Matt, who seems to share this way of thinking about travelling. He travels to learn and gain experiences and make differences. He brings back invaluable memories and potentially life changing stories to share, instead of just a nice tan.

...Or a not-so-nice tan

Nomadic Matt has decided to give his following the chance to see what he’s seen, and is running a contest alongside the admirable travel and tourism company, G.A.P. Adventures. I want this trip because I want to experience and share the beauty of the real Costa Rica, it’s culture and people. Sometimes when on vacation, we’re left with the impression that these countries are limited to their beautiful resorts and beaches, but there is so much more to see. I can’t stand being locked in a resort knowing that all that new and unique culture is just outside the gates. I want to go on a trip that doesn’t mask anything, even though I probably won’t get attacked by monkeys r go over a waterfall, at least make it a possibility.
It’s the real, raw experiences that far outweigh relaxing on a beach. As nice as it is to do nothing, it feels way better to do something, which is exactly what I hope to get out of this trip. I would want to return with knowledge about locals, how they live, how they eat, what they do, the culture, the climate – everything and/or anything! It’s not just the country and people you would be learning about, I think this trip would teach me a lot about myself as well. Everyone has their limits but few have actually reached what they are. I think we are capable of things we don’t even know we can do until faced with that situation. Being thrust into a completely new environment forces us to become open minded. I want to do it, talk about it, document it, and maybe inspire someone else to gain a similar experience. The more parts of the world we see and experience firsthand, the better understanding we’ll have of each other.

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