Big Ups to Jayne

I'm really streetwear so I obviously read all the blogs.
And I'm always jealous when the author is bragging about all the "goodies" "Moneylicious" from "uber hip brand" hooked them up" with.
Well tonight, eat your heart out, streetwear blogger.
Because Jayne (aka JJ The Original) sent me (and Doug) this sweetness.
Thanks Jayne. I adore you.

(Beautifully laid out.)

(Original hand-made typography.)

(Custom Stationary.)

(Clever writing.)

(I couldn't wait to get home to eat these Oat Brand pretzels Jayne and I discovered in NY a while back. )

(Awesome/Educational egg packaging.)

And for Douglas:

(Amazing, pre-bitten Timmy Knock-off Boot that Doug couldn't wait to get into.)

He loooves his new boot.
And I'm not just saying that because Jayne reads my blog.
Here's the proof:

(Which one?)

(Duh!)

(Genius. Nothing else to say about this.)

Don't even try to get this shit at Colette.

PS- Jayne is going to be a Speech Pathologist when she grows up, but she could totally go into advertising with all that creativity.

Woops Continued

Woops

When you feel like being an asshole, don't forget to spell check.
Look in the parenthesis.

Just like in the toons!

Today at lunch, Sir, Evepedia, DaBaum and I decided to put an old little myth to the test.
At first, we simply placed the banana peel on the ground and waited.
But nobody was biting.We decided to take matters into our hands.

Cute.

Uh...

Is this really necessary, Blogspot?

Happy Retarted Birthday, Gay-F!

It was JF's birthday on Tuesday so LK and I baked him a chocolate cake on Monday night.

And Gab and I decorated it with Smarties (the Canadian version) on Tuesday morning.

(The purple on the top spells "GayF")

The lunch that day was chilli, JF's favorite (mine too).

So we had to wait a couple hours to actually eat the cake since we were so full.
Since it was his birthday, JF decided he didn't have to bring his dirty plates back to the bistro. Instead, he did this:

Step 1

Step 2
Step 3

Cliché of the Dé

I Found Jesus.

He was at the bottom of my bag.
Look hard.

Blowin Up

There's a lot of hype surrounding my blog, which is really not surprising since it's obviously really cool.
This week I got an e-mail from 33mag asking me to blog their new Omnikrom web series, Backstage. Check.
This is awesome since 5 out of the 6 people who read my blog live in the US and don't speak French.
But this is even more awesome:

Keep your eyes peeled for the first-ever ghersionmyjersey.blogspot.com banner which may (or may not, boooooo!) appear on their site.
You should probably go e-mail them right now to tell them to do it.

Microsoft WORD: What a prude!

Showing the Love

Sometimes I wake up feeling more generous and sweeter than ever.
And I'm not afraid to show it via the World Wide Web.

(Sent at 10:04 am: recipient: Jean-Francois Dumais)

(Sent at 10:06 am; recipient: Jeremy Wirth)

Watch out. You could be next.

Get Well Soon, Davis.

Poor little Davis broke his arms while motor crossing.
I guess that's what you get when you move out of Montreal and leave me behind.
What I'm trying to say, Davis, is you deserve it.
I mean, I miss you.
LK and I made this sexy little re-enactment of the incident for ya.
I think it's pretty accurate except for the Sea-Doo.
Watch it over and over, until you decide to come back.

"La la la... this is fun! I love Cali!!!"

"Mad air, here I come!"

"Uh Oh! This is gonna get gnarly!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Save me, giant fingers!"

"I have a really bad wedgie."

"I should have stayed in Montreal."

"Take it again, I forgot to smile."

"I love drugs."

Everybody Wins!

I went to an pretty amazing Harley Davidson show last Friday with my bike gang. (Thanks, Alexa!)
JF, Jeremy and I (all members since 1963) entered this paintball raffle there.
And the best part is that JF won!!!
He got a game for 50 people at the discounted rate of $25 each!
He immediately created this Facebook group, which you may have been cool enough to join:The not best part is that Jeremy won the next day.
And I got my phone call the day after that.
We're ALL so lucky.

Say Cheese

I'm taking a photography class from Jeremy.


We cheat on photoshop.

Good Morning

Pretend I blogged this last Wednesday morning.

***NERD ALERT***

Nobody has more fun than nerds.
This is because people already know they're nerds, so it doesn't really matter what they do anymore. While we're all trying our hardest to be cool, they're just having fun.
This is the secret to life, people.

I learned all this today after work, when I discovered the entire IT department drinking beer and playing Rockband in the conference room (a reoccurring occasion).

(Please note the TV. The game hasn't started yet.)

After about half an hour of technical difficulties (oh, the irony!) and a shit-load of air guitaring, they finally started playing. Wait, that's not even the right definition of irony, is it? Who cares. It was magical! They were SO into it. I immediately wanted to marry all of them, not even kidding.
I still want to marry some of them.
You do too. Trust me.

These guys didn't even come to play...they just came to watch things like this:
And this:
And, um, this too:

But by then, they couldn't resist.
They had to join in...and whip out their lighters (even if they weren't working):Nerd in the bottom left was my fave. He didn't play. Instead, he brought his laptop.

And this wass how they held the drum stand in place when they got too into it.
Can they get any more awesome? NO!
Oh wait, yes they can:
Jeremy and YoYo eventually joined in.
This was right after Jeremy removed his watch for optimal playing purposes, which might actually go beyond nerdom and into loserness.What an awesome Friday.