Monday, May 31, 2010

Weekends with Hermie Island

Hermie Islanders are Summer Experts. Here we are seen at a Waterfall (Really Nice, but where we were nearly arrested as suspicious boarder dodgers- sketchy hippie folk), happy as we could be dancing on what roomieofdayear J.Cassidey calls a "Reuf" to Notorious B.I.G, surrounding ourselves with good looking men a lot, BBQING, and antiquing in our future hometown of Hudson Quebec where we plan to open a Canadian branch of Hogwarts school of magical arts. On to the cottage!

Yes we do share a single pair of Jeans shorts. 

Waterfalls photos were taken by Robert Charles leSneez (licensed pirate and frequently misconnected cinematographer)- except I photo shopped them....sorry

Farewell Montreal, we're starting a new tribe, a tribe called kwest.

Bog people
your eyes of green and your hairy faces
Bog people
going away to swim and eat poop
Bog people
with their dance moves and face paint
Bog people
2 females and 2 males
Bog people
going away for a few days
Bog people
Nak Nak Nak Clee Nak.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Friday, May 21, 2010

Introducing: The New Roomate

Born in Milwaukee, just south of Yugoslavia, Johnny Cassidy: aka. Johnny Apple Seed, Johnny Two Balls, Johnny make me coffee, decided to move to Montreal to pursue his career as a professional band member. Not just any band, a garage band. He packed his 19 children, 7 corn rows and several batteries into the anus of his pet mule and headed for Canada. Upon his arrival to Canada the boarder patrol asked, "Have you ever been to Hermie Island?" He responded, "I like Juice." 20 hours later and 13 full rotations of Alanis Morisettes' Jagged Little Pill Johnny arrived at the foothills of a mysterious island. This island was unlike anything he has ever seen before, a land where the soil is blue, the recycling is plentiful and the cups are dirty. His heart skipped a beat as two scornful voices bellowed from the top floor of the castle. "WE ARE BLOATED!" "WE ARE HUNGRY!" Timidly, Johnny replied, "אני לבוא עם דיאטה קוקס והפרחים. אני רוצה להיות לחבר שלך ואת להישאר מצודת שלכם." The women then opened the door and greeted the weary traveller with a hug. Since then, Johnny has been apart of the tumultuous process of opening a store that sells unborn fetuses, magical feathers, diet coke and gold amulets. His hair has turned golden and has grown to the length of his knees where he stores his flutes and shit. He has moved PERMANENTLY into the island and succeeds at showering daily, eating regularly and working hard on his imaginary computer. Having a tail and being fluent in 9 languages has provided Johnny with the ability to withstand the nauseating lack of gravity on Hermie island. Right now he is wearing a pink dress, purple anklets made out of egg shells, a black chiffon cape and a giant walrus tusk on his head. We love him, we think he may love us back.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Graduates

We are in need of a fine affordable location to celebrate 5 years of hard work and sleeping in. Goodbye student life. Hello happy hour.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Friday, May 7, 2010

Tate pho-got her fone in Montreal

I'm stuck in our office wrestling with my scanner to get information sent to work study. Since I am incredibly well versed in the magic of multi-tasking, I am simultaneously looking at the images from an art show in order to write an article for  Sam "The Babe" Henman's gallery catalogue. Furthermore, I am getting my application ready for an internship with the Canadian Conservation Institute. A busy bee, but a happy one. 

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Common Law


JUNE 7th


Dot Hogs

First we cry, and then we eat. Or more recently: All the food is poison.

Just picture the universe as a little bit like a leaf, or a...or a, umm, its not a bowl.

We're starting a Trash Bag Collection

We're going to get jobs! (Careers-BIG ONES)