Supernatural on location. Again. Some more.

The "Supernatural" filming notice taped to my front door sent me into a 30 second squee-ing fangirl loop of "OMG OMG OMG" and then "holycrapwhatamIgonnawear?" Miss M and Curtis were equally jazzed, and plans were made to watch the nearby shoot with a coffee to-go and some local eats after. The three of us love Supernatural like a fat kid loves cake; we are superfans (Miss M plans to paint a devil's trap on the underside of her trunk lid, like the Impala).


There are wins, and there are epic wins. But getting a picture with the freaking Impala falls under Astronomically Epic Win. Miss M got one too. Hai five!


Jensen Ackles doing his best James Dean.
The foliage in the picture makes it look like I'm hiding in the bushes. [Um, that wasn't the case. Just FYI.]

God, he even looks fine from the back. Mighty fine.

Supernatural on location: It's not stalking when THEY come to ME, right?

The definition of frustration: Supernatural comes to your town neighbourhood freaking block to film...and Team Padackles are utterly inaccessible. Arrrrrgh. Filming inside the house only, said house surrounded by foliage and trucks tightly bumper-to-bumper.

The upside: after drowning your frustration in a bowl of Romulan Diesel, you will successfully mind-meld with the most awesome lit-up tree EVER, like in Avatar (followed by sweaty, confusing dreams about trying to plug your ponytail into Jensen Ackles): "...Don't think of brawny forearms or nice crinkly eyes or the FUCKING ALPHA MALE PHEROMONES BLASTING OVER THE FENCE LIKE SEXY AIRBORNE CANDY ...breathe and concentrate on Echo and the Bunnymen album covers..."

Also, pilfering recycling a discarded "Temporary Filming" sign for the bedroom = WIN

More Farmers Market Shi- uh, Stuff

from top left: salty-sweet kettle corn; Happy Grater Is Happy; another bag filled for $20 with eggs, garlic, sweet onions, lettuce, eggplant, zucchini, and bunches of orange (orange!) beets.

RIP Ninja Video. NOW where the fuck am I supposed to watch 'Supernatural'?

The US government has ridden into town and saved us all from Archer cartoons and Supernatural reruns! I mean, their economy is in tatters, they're stuck in their longest-running war EVER and assorted biblical plagues, yet they still have time to save the world from streaming video. Thank GOD the US government is here to make things right.

Unlike past anti-piracy efforts, the sites did not actually offer the movies for download, but instead streamed the movies and TV shows against ads.

Dear Operation In Our Sites, please feel free to eat a bag of dicks. It's all yours. Enjoy.

Happy Canada Day

RCFM, again (hat trick!)

I know you all miss the hash joint-fueled Supernatural-obsessed posts, and I promise we WILL be getting back to that starting June 30th when Season Six filming begins (woooohooo!). I have a lot of prep work to do: getting my hair did, trying out vampy new shades of nail varnish and busting out my lucky leopard-print bra. It's work being fabulous.
Until then, you will read about farmer's markets and you will like it. (It's good for you.) Below: the contents of today's market bag. Not seen: huge head of organic butter lettuce @ $1.50 and a big orange heirloom tomato for, um...I forget.
Between the garlic scapes, tomato, itty-bitty baby carrots and butter lettuce, dinner tonight is going to be an EPIC salad...which is good because it's too fucking hot to cook.



Boom Giada: I Love/Hate the Food Network
(Boom Diada parody)

Royal City Farmers Market, part deux

OMG SCAPES!!!1!! Plans are to thinly slice, then roll around in, the fresh, garlicky goodness of 4-for-a-buck scapes as if they were catnip. My GOD I love garlic.
Oh yeah, more tomatoes. Maybe I'm just impressed by pretty colours, but they are growing on me. A bit.