I like me some Canadiana!

Look whats coming soon design nerds! A Burton Kramer full length film! Thanks to grain edit, for me now knowing this. This old fellow has some sass!

Also has any one been to the CBC website lately? They’re shop has some retro swag that makes me drool! Doesn’t that logo make you feel all warm and fuzzy?

Wikipedia: fun definition: what provides amusement or enjoyment; ”’specifically”’. →

Guess what world…….. I get it!

It really amazes me how many people feel the need to tell me how tall I am like I didn’t get gods inside joke. Oh, I get it! I am a giant woman. I know this because I have to buy aggressively tall pants and square dancing in high school was torture. I got the memo people. I am very tall. Now get on with your lives and quit stopping me in bars at weddings and in 711′s to let me know.
Thank you kindly, yours truly,
Carly Caplette

EFFING COLD!

Okay so I know you Vancouverites are having some chilly spells as well. It’s a different kind of cold, though equally terrible as what I am going through today. That wet sticking to your bones cold. Here it’s just so cold your ears sting and your nostrils freeze together and your eyes start to glaze with ice unless you blink. Its a ridiculous -27c today and it’s supposed to get colder. No snow days in Prince George unfortunately. This terrible cold is reminding me of one of my favorite bed time stories of all time, an illustrated poem, the Cremation of Sam McGee. It was written by Robert W. Service and the version I grew up with was illustrated by Ted Harrison. It was magical to me when I was little, and the beautiful illustrations made me fall in love with the icy Northern climates.

For the love of the furry

I am by no means a great photographer or even a big fan of photos but I love the sureal photography of  Sarolta Bán found in Beautiful Decay. Just Lovely!

I’m also really loving these playful and fun paintings by Stephanie Chambers found in Art hound. So cute and colourful. I enjoy the pattern and repetition.

Be gentle: My Ukee debut

Is this what other successful 30somethings do on a Saturday night? I’m sorry for the vocals but playing the ukulele makes you wanna sing. It really is the funnest thing ever and now I want to play all the time. I am new at this and I have only been playing since the end of April but I love it a bit more every day. This movie, The Mighty Uke, made me fall even more for the odd little instrument made for the gifted and the talentless alike. I swear I wont be posting uke propaganda all the time but if i ever make a video like this again I will maybe brush my hair.

A year of great losses in the animal kingdom.

The end of the year is nearing and I have been taking mental stock of the important events that have happened to me this year. 2011 has had some very interesting plot twist and left me feeling very optimistic for the year to come though there have some significant losses in the pet department. Most people who know me know I love the stink out of animals! I like them all, even the scary cranky ones. I want to save every stray and dress up every house cat. It seems so unfair when these little fur babies impact so many peoples lives that the loss of a pet can go unrecognized as a major game changer in some ones life. For this reason I have decided to commemorate some of this years losses with pet obituaries.

GAUGE CIPIRO

Gauge was a very good boy. Born in a trailer park on summer solstice on the wrong side of the tracks in Golden B.C., Gauger was more dog than that small town could handle. Purchased for a cool $20 by Hayley Cipiro, she instantly knew that this dog was going to change the world and that it was the best 20 she ever spent. Though Gauge never went on to cure cancer he did cure the sads and is to this day the best dog that ever lived. His fondness of garbage and curry was only surpassed by his love of sticks and Hayley. He had no enemies but an unexplained resentment towards ground squirrels and people in wheel chairs. Of Gauges many talents my favorites where his ability to poo when no one was looking, his ability to walk himself and his ability to love every one. We all miss you G-Dog!

CHARLIE CAPLETTE

Charlie was the red headed step child of the animal kingdom. Found behind a palate factory on the Fraser river, smelling of fish and excrement this cat had the face that only a mother could love. Adopted by Alicia Downing then later relinquished to Calvin Caplette this cat was loved and left by many and had the scabs to show it. We are not sure of the life that Chuck lived before us but I am certain it involved binge drinking, nudity and violence. Chuck was missing half an ear and had a kink in his tail that told us he could kick ass but love in his eye that told us he was misunderstood. He had a fondness for children which was convenient because they seemed to be the only people that weren’t disgusted by the scabs all over his body. Chuck, you were a great cat, and smelliest cat I ever met. There are no scabs in heaven little buddy!

SASSY CAPLETTE

Sassy was the runt of the litter at a house I babysat at when I was 18 years old. I found her in the dryer and made the executive decision that I was meant to have her or that little boy might kill her. She was always a bit strange, sleek, and quick like a panther. She only liked certain people, never pooed inside and was a voracious hunter. She left mouse kidneys in my shoes and squirrel tails on my bed. Her favorite game was catch and release where she would bring me live animals like shrews and birds and release them in my room to show her love. Like many a shitty teen pet owner I left her at my parents house when I decided I needed to find my destiny and live at a ski hill in staff housing. She never truly forgave me. Though she hasn’t been seen for over a month and is almost 12 years old now part of me believes shes out there hunting and just forgot to call home. You were the prettiest kitty ever Sassymafrass! I hope you are still fighting the good fight!

This Christmas is OVER!

 

What’s in your backpack?

Tis’ the season to consume ridiculous amounts of stuff. I am in the Fraser Valley once again for the holidays eating too much, drinking too much, laughing too much then shame spiraling for a day after and wallowing in the guilt that comes with overdoing it. With the “baby” in our family turning 30 and no Caplette children being able to trick people to breeding with us, we don’t find it necessary to do the present thing on Christmas. I salute you all, mall warioring, gift giving, traffic driving maintainers of the economy. I am not with out my love of a good purchase and I do get an endorphin kick when I buy something sparkly though I try to fight it. I also move more than I clean my car there for I have a knack for pairing down all my belongings into a Toyota Echo. For this reason I identified with the totally awesome movie “Up in the Air.” I also love a movie with an unromantic ending. I recently watched a TED talk with Graham Hill called less stuff, more happiness and it really reminded me of Ryan Bingham’s inspirational lecture “Whats in your backpack” without the narcissism and relaxed ethics. I thought it was a good reminder that a life with less can be more freeing and all that glitters is not gold this holiday season. I am such a dick. Merry Christmas!

 

I spent 4 years in design school and all I got was an extra 40lbs and a Mac Book Pro

Well that’s not true, I got a trip to NZ, amazing friends and a wealth of knowledge. The 40lbs have melted away and the Mac is inching closer to the internet cafe in the sky but my mom will have a custom Christmas card maker for the rest of her life. This was made to order for library lady Joanne.

I will draw again!!!

But until I do watch this girl draw. Its quite lovely. I always wonder though when people don’t have any messy pages if they rip them out. That’s cheating! or at least a gross misrepresentation of the creative process. I found this little gem on Doodlers Anonymous. In a completely unrelated tangent I am quite taken with the band Man Man. You watch this and you like it! (That’s how I talk to dogs. It usually works. They fear and respect me as they should.)