Stop Motion is Delicious!

I found this stop motion video online. It’s a student’s senior project, and it was made with more than 6,000 post-its. It took 3 months of planning and four days to film. Delicious results.

Costumes, Halloween, and Your Mother

Last weekend, my friend had a 90s-themed birthday party, which was completely awesome in every way… especially because I had an excuse to wear my grey onesie and stuff it with a giant pillow. No, I didn’t just wear it as party attire (although now I totally would, cause I was by far the most comfortable person there.) It was a costume party, and I was a beanie baby. I would love to take credit for the costume idea, but my friend suggested it. I just wore my grey pajamas stuffed with a pillow and made a TY tag that I hung from my earring. Oh yeah almost forgot, my tag said that I was “Doogus the Rodent.” Spiffy, right?

One of the best parts of the night was traveling to the party because I was dressed up in all of my gear. I did go with my roommate who was dressed kind of like a backstreet boy, so that made things a little easier, but we still got lots of looks. The best was probably a group of really manly men who walked by and yelled, “what the fuck was that,” to which I replied, “your mother.” On the subway I got a little smirk from this cute japanese girl, so that was pretty exciting. My entire transportation experience got me thinking that I should dress up more often because it’s really fun to weird people out. I mean, people are either really amused or they feel entirely awkward, but either way it’s fun for me.

Which leads me to the fact that halloween is sneaking up. Halloween always kind of takes me by surprise, and by that I mean that I never have time to think of a good costume. I’ve been Mario, bubble wrap, a wizard, etc., but I feel like all my costumes were kind of thrown together last minute. So… PLEASE post any costume ideas here so that either I can steal them or a reader can steal them. I also just really want to hear from someone, so that I know people are reading this. I’m pretty sure people aren’t reading this though… so… great. This is awesome. Um, bye?

Overdue Explanation

I know I tried to explain what this blog was all about in my first entry, but I failed miserably, so I’m going to try again.

*ahem ahem* Welcome to the Ugly Club Blog! Here is where you can find updates about all the things that I find interesting. I will also write about any strange incidents that occur in my life (these incidents seem to occur quite frequently, and I don’t yet know why.) Why would you ever want to read about things that I find interesting? Why would you care about what happens in my life? Well, because you’re ugly. Smelly fool.

Phew, done with the introduction. Now I can blog in peace.

Ode to Zeptonn



I stumbled upon Jan Wennekes’ website the other day, and I am in love. Jan, also known as Zeptonn, is an illustrator from The Netherlands whose art features cute little cactus-monster type guys. This guy has designed t-shirts, wall art, and boots among other things. Take a look at this video of him doodling on a wall in the Studio Pats office. Apparently he is using Uni Posca pens? Never heard of them, but I’ll check ‘em out and get back to you.

Cooking Catastrophe

Well, calling it a catastrophe isn’t really fair because the food turned out to be quite yummy—I was just splattered with a lot of hot oil in the process (not fun.) Anyway, I was in Kensington Market the other day, and I found some P.A.N., a South American cornmeal product that my Venezuelan friend introduced me to. I thought I’d buy it and have a go at making empanadas. Thing is, I had never made them before (just watched my friend make them.) They looked easy enough to make. So I took some chicken and vegetables and wrapped everything up in the corn dough to make little pouffy delights, and when I plopped ‘em in the olive oil to fry, I burned my arm! Disastrous! It’s now a week later and I’m still covered in Band-Aids and blisters. But wait, it gets worse. After I finished all my cooking and bandaging, I went down to get my laundry out of the dryer, and my chap-stick had melted all over my clothes. Later, I found out that my headphones went through the wash as well. Just lovely! Well at least I had a good meal that night…

P.S. If you’re ever in Toronto, check out Kensington Market because there are lots of cool thrifty stores and markets. I’ve been going there to get all of my nuts, dried fruit, and granola because its really cheap and everything seems pretty fresh. There’s also this store there called Blue Banana Market that sells tons of random stuff like birthday cards and tupperware and those weird trick candies that die your tongue blue. And there’s a cafe in the front with scrumptious cupcakes and other baked goods. Basically, it’s a bumpin’ store, so you best check it out if your ever in the area because it’ll change your life. Over and out!

New Site Up & Running

Finally the new Ugly Club website is up! I have been working with the folks over at Purr Design for a couple of months now in order to make this site as functional as possible. I was too scared to get involved in all of the html this time, so I pulled some cash together and got the professionals to do it for me. In case you were unaware, this is not my first attempt at a website. Since around the age of twelve, I have had countless webpages including Electric Gnome, Burnt Kettle, Jelly of Doom, Pinpoint Color, and Turkey Meringue, to name a few. Super embarrassing, I know. I just thought you needed some sort of backstory. Now you know.

Anyway, now that the new site is up, I thought I’d tell you a little bit about finding your way around. To the left are links to my twitter, flickr, and facebook pages. If your interested in what Bug Cully (Mr. Ugly Club) is up to, twitter is probably your best bet, though I will post website updates on the blog. Flickr is the home of all my photography endeavors. The Ugly Club Facebook page is pretty much useless, except I might put some contests or promotion-type-stuff on it. I’d say the rest of the site is self-explanatory. And that’s it! Buy some ugly goods and the world we be a better place. Peace out for now.

Flickr Is Addictive in a Very Unhealthy Way

originally uploaded by yosigo!!!.

I have finally admitted to myself that I am a complete Flickr whore, and there is no turning back now. I don’t even go to google anymore when I want to find out more about a certain something. I just type it in on Flickr. Anyway, I couldn’t resist posting about this person’s photostream because it is absolutely amazing. I won’t take any credit for finding these photos myself. I found them on the Flickr blog, but trust me, that doesn’t make them any less cool. The folks at Flickr obviously have pretty good taste: these photos are delicious.

Yosigo!!!’s Photostream
And check out his Aqualand and Beach series in his portfolio!

Chrissie White is a G

I love this girls photographs! She’s only sixteen, which makes me feel really unaccomplished… but I’ll get over it because her photos make me so happy. Her flickr account is pimpin’ but you have to check out her website if you want to peruse in greater detail. I don’t know what it is but lately I’ve been finding all these great photographers on Flickr, and then I find out that they’re 12 or something crazy like that. It’s not fair! And most of them are from England, but not Chrissie… which makes me feel very patriotic. You go Chrissie White. I think I have an internet crush. Not in a creepy way, just in a friendly sort of way. ish.

Chrissie’s Website

Sexy Brain Freeze

After a really tiring day of rehearsals, I walked over to the Shoppers Drug Mart below my apartment building and made the best decision of my life. I purchased a 1.5 L tub of Moose Tracks Kawartha Ice Cream. This ice cream shouldn’t even be legal. I ate a large bowl of this stuff, and then I had to go back into the freezer for some more. The rich and creamy vanilla goodness with chocolaty peanut butter cups and swirls of heaven provided me with one too many foodgasms. Some internet research awakened me to the many other flavors of the Kawartha Dairy Company including Bear Claw (chocolate, cashews, & caramel), Caramel Snappers (chocolate turtles, toffee), and Wolf Paws (vanilla, fudge, & brownies.)

This Canadian family business just celebrated its 70th anniversary. They make everything from ice cream to egg nog, and although I have only tried their ice cream, I’m willing to bet that their other products are just as outrageously satisfying. All Kawartha dairy stores are in Ontario, but their products are sold throughout Canada… so if you’re ever here, you know where to go. Beware, because you might grow a food baby.

Kawartha Dairy Company Website

Jello Wrestling

You’re definitely wondering where the hell you are right now. You’re here, with me… at the Ugly Club. I’d tell you what the Ugly Club is, but I don’t really know myself, so I don’t think I’d be of much help if I tried to explain. Wow, this is my first blog entry, and I’m already doing an awful job. But whatever, I guess I don’t really need to explain anything because I’m writing this alone in my room at 2:47 in the morning, so nobody’s reading it. Cool, right? hmmm. (Ok, so I just put that in because I felt like I needed some sort of introduction for my first blog post, but I just read what I wrote and I sound like a poop so just ignore it please.)

Anyway, I have a story. So the other day, I was getting onto the streetcar on the way back from my haircut, and this guy in his late twenties gets on after me. He has long curly hair pulled into a loose ponytail, and his fingernails are super long. He’s dressed in mesh short shorts, a collared shirt, and teevahs, and he’s obnoxiously loud. So he gets on, and the first thing he starts doing is bang on all of the windows and yell about how Toronto has no fresh air. Then he sits down right in front of me and starts flipping through his newspaper. After about two minutes of heavy breathing, he looks out the window and says in quite a loud voice, “That girl thinks she has such nice legs… I guess she does.” At this point, I’m wondering why Lafayette (that’s what I’ve named him in my head) finds it so necessary to vocalize every one of his thoughts. I guess he’s just rowdy by nature. But wait it gets even more ridiculous. After we’ve passed five or so stops he walks up to the driver and nonchalantly asks her if she knows where the women’s Jello wrestling match is. What the fuck? Who are you!? She says she doesn’t know and he responds with some story about how he went to this school and saw an advertisement for it. Anyway, Lafayette got off the streetcar. I was considering following him, but I had stuff to do, so I guess I’ll never find out if he made it to that Jello match.

Over and out.