Big Fucking Nose

We have noses with attitude.
That's basically the best way to describe it, other words that could be used include (but are not limited to) Big, Obtuse, Alarming and Grapefruit.
Wait... I think one of those may actually be wrong.
Anyway it's a really big fucking nose and for some reason we both ended up with it.
The thing about the nose its that it's really badass and we generally feel that it is responsible for all of our bad behaviour.

What I'm getting at is that the nose has personality.

You know that feeling you get from wearing lingerie, or a leather bomber jacket?

Well the nose makes you feel like that all the time. 

 This is starting to sound like a euphemism for snorting coke.

THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT SNORTING COKE.

I hope that clears up any confusion.

Jennifer Grey had the nose but she got it 'fixed' and look what happened to her.

You're wondering what ever happened to Jennifer Grey now aren't you?

Exactly.

It's a big fucking nose, don't mess with it. 

I Got Some Toast, Yo.

We are really good singer/ songwriters. It's kind of unbelievable actually, the vast amount of talent we possess.It would be coy to downplay our musical genius. The sound of our melodious voices drifts on sweet winds to the heavens where Jesus weeps at the ethereal beauty of it.
 
Imagine what twelve orphaned, legless cats with throat cancer purring gently while being tumble-dried sounds like and then you add to that the harmony of an unoiled swing set- you are now close to imagining what we sound like.

We've had a few bands over the years, most notably Corn In A Sketchbook which was our Indie Band. Sketchy Corn (the band's pet name for itself) featured such hits as "I'm Really Awkward And I Love You" and "Off-Key Seranade To The Wilderness". But our phase of wearing unnecessarily lame glasses and high-waisted pants are over. No longer do we croon about our uncomfortable love in waivery voices strumming out-of-tune guitars.

Now we want to be more in touch with our badassery. Our new band is really tough and...angry. It's all about expression and our knowledge of the Street. It's really hardcore.
Welcome to THE STERS.
The name is because we aren't cool enough to be real gangsters.
Just Sters.
Zoe's rapper name is Shibizzle Nisquit and Sara's is Owlniquia.
We're really good at doing 'rap hands', but possibly not at doing rap.
Our first song is going to be about Toast.

                     

Welcome to Lurkville

Some Serious Love For The King

So today while wandering around downtown a Miraculous Occurance occured.

There is one bus stop area where Zoe lives that is right in front of the downtown mall and it is one of the best places to find awkward and unique people.
Today was no exception.
There, basking in the glorious sunlight was a guy who looked EXACTLY like a middle- aged Elvis, right down to the oily black hair. But he wasn't wearing Elvis-y attire, and he didn't seem like an impersonater so I assumed that it was just a really exciting coincidence.
But then he walked past me.
And tattooed on his neck in black script- Elvis.

Knew it.

You can't hide your love of the King.

Test Of Life!

This is Sara and Zoe's Ultimate Test of Life.
Take it...

1. Someone butts in front of you at the grocery store, you:
     a. Let it go
     b. Confront the jerk!
     c. SHOOT THEM!!!

2. A beaver forms a den in your backyard, you:
    a. SHOOT IT!
    b. Call animal control services
    c. kick it out of your yard
    d. Take pictures

3. You invite the neighbours over for a nice dinner, you wear:
     a. A cocktail dress- exposing lots of cleavage
     b. NOTHING
     c. Casual jeans and a tee shirt
     d. A fig leaf.

4. Someone offers you some Goldfish ^TM
, do you:
    a. Take a small amount and thank them
    b. Eat the whole bag (including the bag)
    c. SHOOT THEM!!!
    d. chuck them at the offerers face

5. Someone compliments your hair, do you:
    a. Shave off their hair
    b. Thank them and return the compliment
    c. Savagely stab them in the heart
    d. Rip out all your hair and use it to strangle them!!!

6. Some spinach is caught in your friends braces, you:
    a. Kindly inform them.
    b. Point and laugh.
    c. SHOOT THEM, rip their teeth out and BURN the body!!!
    d. Tell them to smile when their crush goes by.

7. You are at a clothing store and someone is going for the same item as you are, you:
    a. Rip it in half.
    b. Eat the item and SHOOT THEM!!
    c. Give it to them.
    d. Strangle them with it.

8. An Egyptian snake tries to bite you, you:
    a. SHOOT IT AND WEAR IT AS A SOCK!!!
    b. Become a Snake Whisperer and communicate with it.
    c. Run away.
    d. Capture it!

9. You are at a world famous cliff with a friend, you:
    a. Enjoy the veiw! Take pictures!
    b. Push your friend off.
    c. Throw yourself off.
   d. Blow the whole cliff up takeing all the tourists with you!!!

There is no question 10.



Yet...

Thank You Loyal Lamers!

So we just wanted to say thanks to all of you who've held on during this uncomfortable dry spell on the blog.
We had exams.
We know it isn't a good excuse.
We're sorry.

Maybe this will make up for it?

It's a picture of the Lame Owls getting stabbed.

You can pretend that you are the one stabbing us if it makes you feel better.

It's okay, we understand.

Scientology Is Scary

There is a religion known as Scientology, but I didn’t really know what it was or what they believed, so Sara and I decided to check it out. We’d had a presentation in class and I guess I learned a little from that but I was still pretty unclear about what actually happened in a Scientologist Church. Essentially we didn’t understand the point of the religion. What we knew was that it was created by L. Ron Hubbard and that he was a science fiction writer in the fifties and that each church had a special office for him; we knew that there were multiple books written on the subject; we knew that there were seven levels and we knew that there was a DVD. What Sara and I didn’t know was why L. Ron had created it; why he needed an office since he was dead anyway; what exactly the books were about; what the seven levels were and why they needed a DVD. These were questions we wanted answered, and we assumed that by going directly to the source, Edmonton’s very own Church of Scientology, we would be able to solve the mystery that is Scientology.

The thing is we weren’t exactly sure how late the church would be open, so we decided to call and confirm that we would have access to it. Sara chatted awkwardly to someone for a few minutes before hanging up and informing me that she had made an appointment for seven tonight. An appointment... I can admit I was a little bit nervous about the appointment because I had heard stories about brainwash videos and that sort of thing, and the fact that the church itself is located in a sketchy part of downtown didn’t help either. In any case Sara and I prepared ourselves to find some answers and visit the church.


We went back to Starbucks first though, because we needed a Green Tea Lemonade fix really badly. And whenever we go to Starbucks we end up sitting on a bench and completely losing track of time, obviously because we are busy inventing things. And being awkward. The appointment was drawing nigh, so Sara called her mother and informed her that we were going to visit a Scientologist church, this resulted in a panicked warning from Sara’s mom to absolutely and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were we to be lured into anyone’s basement for any reason whatsoever.


Hahaha. That’s funny because we thought she was the crazy one.


When we arrived, the first thing we saw was a large sign advertizing free stress tests in the window. The church did not really look like any church I had ever been in and it didn’t really have a spiritual feel about it, It seemed very business like and almost corporate. I know that sounds weird but I can’t really explain it, anyway it didn’t feel like a place of worship. There was an area with sofas and a big poster of Isaac Hayes stating that he was “A Member For Life” (I guess maybe he’s less embarrassing than Tom Cruise. Except he’s dead now so what does that tell you? Exactly.) In the center of the front room there was an immense rack overflowing with books about Scientology, there was also a smattering of pamphlets and some DVD’s. Unsure of how exactly to proceed in our investigation, Sara and I headed to the front desk where a man sat rifling through papers. After a quick introduction and an awkwardly limp handshake he asked us why we were here. Mr. Scientology (I can’t remember his real name so I’ll just refer to him as Mr. Scientology, or Mr. S for short) didn’t seem to understand the exact purpose of our mission and told us that we should read the book. We were soon to learn that this was pretty much his standard answer to anything and everything.


A little while and a lot of explaining later, Mr. S seemed to finally understand that we were not going to leave until we learned something so he led us to a dark room with a huge television. Brainwashing! There were a couple rows of seats and Sara and I chose to sit directly in the middle, not so close that we could get sucked into the T.V, but close enough forward that we didn’t give the impression of being terrified (which we were). I don’t know how many of you have ever sat in the dark in what is basically a miniature private movie theatre with a strange man but it sure feels like you’re going to get raped. Mr. S sat just ahead of us and swivelled around to face us, he started to explain the DVD and its components, but before showing it he gave up. “You know, I could talk myself blue in the face and you wouldn’t learn anything. You really should read the book.” That’s what he said to us. The situation had become very uncomfortable by now so Sara asked if we could see the room that was used during services. This seemed like a safe idea; surely he would be able to tell us a bit about that!


Wrong. We slipped quietly into a smallish room with a podium up front and several rows of seats. Behind the podium, on the wall, hung a large wooden cross with a star on it. We asked what a normal service would be like, were there any rituals or specifics that needed to be covered? All Mr. S could tell us was that during the services, they read from a book. We asked about the book, did it tell stories? Was it lessons or the teachings of L. Ron? Was it the Scientologist’s version of a bible or Holy Scripture? Nope. Apparently all we were going to learn about the book was that it was indeed a book. How useful. The conversation had lapsed into a sad and uncomfortable death so I asked about the cross and its significance to the religion, I asked because I have always associated it with Jesus and Christianity. Mr. S said that it was very important and significant except he couldn’t remember why, but if I read the book I would find out. After a few more fruitless attempts to initiate a conversation in which we might find out a thing or two about Scientology, I asked if we could see the office reserved for L. Ron Hubbard.


The office was a tiny roped-off room with a desk a lamp and a photo of L. Ron himself, it was much smaller that I had anticipated and quite empty. We asked why it was there and received a response that was not really satisfactory, Mr. S just said that it was because he was the founder. Well thanks, but we already knew that. We tried several more awkward questions before Mr. S led us to a table piled high with pamphlets and free DVDs and loaded us up with them. He also gave us a full run down of all the books we could possibly purchase, he also mentioned that the Scientologists had graciously donated some to our school and that they were probably in our library. Luckily, Sara remembered the sign we’d seen on our way in and asked if we could take the free stress test, or perhaps an E-Meter test, Mr. S hesitated and waffled for a while before vanishing into a back room. When he came back he said we couldn’t because Mike (or something) wasn’t there and he wasn’t really qualified to give the tests. So I guess we were out of luck in that scenario too.


Finally, we decided we had had just about enough of Mr. S and his absolute refusal to be useful so we lurked around the foyer in hopes of discovering at least a crumb of new information. There were a couple of people that were sort of floating around and, in a last ditch attempt to learn something; we sidled up to the guy typing at the computer. We asked him if he could tell us anything about Scientology because we assumed that someone who worked at the church would have a clue what it was about. Well, you know what they say about people who assume things. Which is that you shouldn’t, obviously. So this rogue typing man told us that he was new and couldn’t really help us. Next we cornered a random woman and put on our nicest and most trustworthy smiles (These are very effective most of the time. Do not confuse the “trustworthy smile” with the “Winning smile” because that one is much creepier and frequently leads to unpleasantness and discomfort.); this time, determined to get some kind of reaction, we asked about a controversial subject, Psychology. I have to say, I really was expecting an answer that would instil in me at least a vague idea about why scientologists are opposed to the practice of psychology, instead we were treated to a stock answer involving a lot of hemming and hawing. That was sort of the last straw and we decided to call it a day, we thanked the woman for her time and left the building thoroughly unsatisfied.


It was dark out. It was dark and we didn’t bring sweaters and we were in Creepsville Central. There were fast cars and broken bottles. Sara and I began to fear for our lives. Instead of simply accepting that by walking two more blocks we’d be back in the ‘safe’ part of Downtown we instead became irrational and needed to huddle together and run towards the nearest coffeeshop.


It was okay though, we got a ride home.

Just Don't Feed Him After Midnight...

You may be surprized to learn that this is not a real Gremlin! It's just a toy!

It's okay if you're really impressed by our photography skills, awe is the natural reaction to have when faced with such awesomeness. Don't worry, we get it a lot.