Bros before hoes, ammairight? I went out last night. I haven’t been to a club in Canada for over a decade. Back when I was probably around 265lbs., unhappily single, and Poppa Roach raised the roof. It was probably Christmas Eve, 2000. Needless to say, it was a long time ago. It’s interesting coming into
Such a heartthrob.
I’m just gonna get this outta the way. (more verbiage below) Just wow. Not only am I posting after a two month hiatus, I’m also writing about music. I’ve had an on again/off again relationship with Tegan and Sara for about a decade now. It’s officially back on again. Their latest release, Heartthrob, is simply
Feel like giving back?
Okay. So hear’s the deal. My wife. She does art. You may have seen some of it. Hopefully you liked it. If you liked it, I’d encourage you to get your hands on her first published works in Canada, courtesy of Collapsed Lung, a book of poetry by Tim Mayeur. Now, there are a couple
Anonymous reveals Vic Toews mistress. Who do you like them privacy apples Vic?
Anonymous comes through in the defence of our privacy by destroying the privacy of the man who tabled Bill C-30. Take it away, Anonymous.
The catch-up game.
It never fails. I’ve gone through similar situations before, but it doesn’t mean it sucks any less. In this case I’d say it sucks even more given what’s at stake. It’s that time just after a big move or buy a house where you have to count every penny you’re spending. I hate it. This
Old before my time.
When you’re a 33-year-old male living in the downtown core of Canada’s most populated city, there’s one thing that you’re quickly reminded of every time you’ve built up the courage to set your feet outside. That is exactly how young you’re not. It’s not like I need this reminder with my ever expanding forehead, the
Ephemeral Holiday Greeting
So. Yeah. Merry Christmas and stuff. As a general whole, I think people will fall into two camps today. Either bored and/or waiting for the arrival of Christmas Day, or celebrating one of many Christmases. Since I’m writing this on the 23rd, I’m going to bank that I will fall under the first category. Sure,
Canadian Quotient
I think I’ve met my Canadian Cliché Quotient on this September day. I’ve talked about the weather, I’ve said “eh,” “please” and “thank you.” Now I’m sitting by an ice rink with a Tim Horton’s coffee watching a hockey warm up. The only thing missing is an “aboot” Hopefully last week’s writers block is over.
The End isn’t near. It’s here!
Yup. It’s over. You knew it was coming. The tweets and Facebook statuses tell me you all knew. Labour Day has come and gone. The unofficial end of summer has now passed. Your children (or perhaps, you yourself), are back to school. Funny how in my neck of the woods, the temperature is going to
Parlez-vous français?
Oui ou non. Vrai ou faux. Je mange une mouffette dans la salle de bains. Pamplemousse! In Canada, English speaking students are often mandated by the government to partake in x number of hours of French language instruction. As a result, French language teachers (or should I say Quebecoise) are always in demand, as there
