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Hey kids, have I got the best news since we found out Community was coming back for a fourth season: I'm writing again.

This time, here: http://sianmelton.wordpress.com/

Kablam.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

I'm going away for a while and I'm not sure when I'm coming back.

That sounded ominous. Maybe I just committed a murder. Yeah, totally. And now I'm blogging about it.

Nah. I'm just going to Seattle for a month to work at the Seattle International Film Festival. I am going to be a Venue Princess. Well, the position is actually called "Venue Manager", but obviously my first order of business as "Venue Manager" will be changing my title to "Venue Princess". And I can do that because, duh, I'm a Venue Manager. I mean Princess.

Generally, working at a film festival would be something I would totally blogger about, but I'm not feeling too much like writing these days. (For example, did you know I've been in New York for two weeks working at Tribeca Film Festival? Probably not. Unless you're psychic. And in that case, why haven't you won the lottery yet and shared the winnings with me? Jerk.)

After Seattle, well, I'm not sure yet. But I feel a strong desire to get lost and then find myself all over again. Magic.

And maybe, eventually, I will feel like writing about my adventures, or taking some pictures. But in the meantime, just use your imagination and imagine me having an awesome time.

Because I totally am.

OTM zine + Pamela Majocha

A few weeks ago, I had the extreme pleasure of once again working with OTM Zine. I'm always tickled pink (also: turquoise) when I hear from Tara and Aimée and this time it was a super special shoot with illustrator Pamela Majocha.

The Adventures of the Rainbow Racers

Most Favourite Cousin came to visit me at the end of March. It was very exciting, as she is my most favourite cousin. You might've already guessed that, given that I call her Most Favourite Cousin.
It would be rather misleading if I called my least favourite cousin "Most Favourite Cousin", wouldn't it?

"My Most Favourite Cousin is coming to visit next week."
"Oh, you must like her a lot."
"Actually, no. She's the worst."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Wait, so when you call me your Most Favourite Friend..."
"Yeah."

These are actual thoughts that go on in my head, people. Be afraid.

Baa, ram, eww. (See what I did there? Ha.)

Last Sunday, my life changed forever. I wasn't expecting it, and I certainly didn't want it, but I sit here now, unable to un-see the things I have seen. It is safe to say I will forever be haunted by the memories of what transpired last Sunday.

Christian and I arrived at the AGO, thinking we were going to see some art ranging from mediocre to somewhat cool. We were paying for our tickets when I heard this strange sound. I wanted to comment to the ticket seller that it sounded like there was a sheep loose in the building.

You know, because of the baa-ing sound I could hear.

The White Wall Sessions

Everybody has been talking about the Bicyclette party. Naturally. I mean, there were macarons after all. Also pretty dresses designed by bestest ladies around. But mostly macarons. I mean dresses.

Bicyclette has since posted about the awesome shindig, including some pictures of the aforementioned macarons. I mean dresses. And OTM Zine and Plaid have also been spreading the Bicyclette/Siana love. Magic, I says. Magic!

The Gross Crew goes bowling.

What's this? I'm writing another bloggery post, and it's only been a day since my last one?

Yeah. That's right. I'm staying on top of things. Bam.

Staying on top of things . . .  by writing about stuff that happened four weeks ago. Yeah, uh, so on top of things.

But, yes, I've managed to put down the Pad Thai long enough to bring you another delightful tale. This is the tale of the time I went bowling with Bea, James and Aaron. Alternately, it can be known as the tale of the time I sucked really hard at bowling.

doom, doom, doomy, doom.

You know what's sort of awesome? Coney Island in February. Nothing is open yet, so it's all boarded up and empty for the most part.

Oh, yeah. Right. I went to New York City a couple of weeks ago. When it was February. It was fun! I went to Coney Island. You know what's sort of awesome about Coney Island in February?

Yeah! It's all empty and stuff! How did you know?

the secret is out!

I just got home from seeing a midnight screening of The Hunger Games (AUUGGHH!!!) and I really ought to be going to sleep, but I thought I'd share with all of you the secret project I've been working on with Ana and Bicyclette.

THE SECRET IS OUT, PEOPLES. And cats.

Also, sloths too. Because, obviously.

Anywho, before I went to see The Hunger Games, I attended Bicyclette's amazingly fantastic One Year Anniversary Party (or OYAP, as I lovingly decided to refer to it as just this second) where there were macarons and fancy-dressed ladies and champagne and this:

Bespoke, by Bicyclette & Siana from siana on Vimeo.

secret projects and bicyclette

I have a secret, guys. And gals. I guess I shouldn't forget about the gals. Or maybe I should just say "peoples". Yeah, that's probably easier. Just in case some asexual beings are reading this blog.

Because, you know, it's presumptuous to assume only males and females are reading this right now. Although, I guess if I'm arguing that point, it's also presumptuous to assume that only "people" are reading this as well.

Dang. I appear to be in quite the pickle now.