So I figure my hip-hop name will no longer be Suga Bones. I will now be known as Chill-E Dawg.
Hmmmm. Bauhaus tickets are $50. Plus Ticketmaster silliness I presume. Wish they were coming to Victoria instead.
Bought some guitar pedals this morning when I realized I was at work an hour early. A nice Danelectro tremolo called a “Tuna Melt” for some reason. Oh those wacky Danelectro guys.
I thought Ken and Jen were coming over for some singing today but there’s no sign of them. Maybe the Dairy Queen incident has Ken indisposed.
Our hat seeking mission was only half sucessful. I found the hat I want. But the store won’t have it in my size until next spring.
But Chelsea made me a fantatic toque for the winter!
I should have scored higher…
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The other night I saw a bit of a feature on CBC about the Montreal scene explosion. That was all fine, but they kept showing clips of the Pitchforkmedia guys — because they’re credited with “breaking” montreal — I was shocked at how ridiculous and actually stupid the guys are. I was expecting them to be a little pretentious and maybe a but snobby, but they really are the huge idiots that their reviews make them seem. Entirely lacking in wit, insight or… cool.
Strange sounds emanate from the Color Your World parking lot. I can decipher: power-washer and clanging dumpster hinges.
Marnie is far and away the worst Hitchcock film I’ve seen. Though Tippi and Connery’s acting was so bad enjoyment was gleaned.
Okay, so this sketchy under-educated young dad comes into the store all the time selling stacks of DVD’s. Always for cash to feed his kids. Like every day. Stacks of DVD’s. One would have to assume he’s stealing DVD’s to feed his kids. Or he is addicted to buying DVD’s and then realizes he has no food to feed his kids.
Anyway, he’s always a total prick to his son who is somewhere around 6 or 7 and has ADD or something. He’s always doing something weird and then getting yelled at for it and then cries and then the dad gets mad at him for crying but then says, “Your crying doesn’t affect me anymore. I don’t care.”
So, today they come in and this 85 year old record dude starts getting creepy with the girl who is about 1.5 years old. She isn’t able to answer all the “What’s your name pretty little girl” questions and the boy says, “She eats her own poo!”
The old man laughs nervously and the dad says to the kid, “They don’t have to know that! You ate your poo too!”
The previous time I’d seen them, the boy pointed at a girl and said, “She’s got great tits dad!” The dad was all, “You’re gonna get daddy in trouble! I told you not to say things like that… in public.” So let us assume the aesthetic merits of mammary glands is dinner table conversation in their house.
Steve promised me a raise today because in msconfig I turned off the half dozen anti-virus/adware scans his “computer expert” friend installed and now the store computer runs at a fairly normal speed as opposed to less than 286 speed. I told him I didn’t turn off the virus/adware scans and told him they were “just some kinda things that were running but I knew they’re not essential.” Steve is obsessed with worry that spyware will slow down the computer and insists on scans running all the time.
Chelsea’s doctor has banned the use of fans in our apartment. I doubt I’ll make it through the week.August 9, 2005
We watched the Hiroshima special a few days ago. I wasn’t impressed with how they glossed over the fact that Japan had actually surrendered before Nagasaki and America had “let the machine get it” because the second bomb was a different type and they basically wanted to see how it compared. Tibbits seems to have gone mad with denial and guilt. Though there was some evidence that he was mad to begin with.
We watched the first series of The Office (UK). It made me think I should create a mocumentary show about a record store and base the boss character on Lebitschnig.
We tried a new type of curry tonight. It was a “Caribbean style” habanero Tobago something-or-other.
We invented two new types of food (“Pizza Puffs” and “Salsa Puffs”) with varying degrees of success. Though “Curry Puffs” might be attempted in the future.
The first band was called Ghettoblaster. The lead singer looked like a cross between Roberto Benigni and Gene Wilder, the keyboardist looked like a cross between David Helfgott and Glen Gould, the drummer looked like the Barenaked Ladies guy who isn’t Ed Robertson, the back-up singer like Sean Young with no bra and the bassist just looked like the guy from Korn. So the motley ensemble looked like this:
Their music though was quite a nice blend of early XTC and Weezer with a lot of Vancouver style baroque power-pop though tending towards the Coldplay at times. They were obviously taking it very seriously. They took their irony very seriously too.
We proved it only takes 13 minutes to clear the Cambie if you play your cards right. I was able to hear Teeb’s basslines clearly for the first time ever and I realized that what I was playing didn’t go AT ALL with what he was playing except for being possibly in the same key. So I altered my playing to more of a no-wave/noise thing and less of a Texas surf thing which I’d be playing in rehearsals.
Random Order were nice people but… toronto ska. They were three nearly identical bespeckled faux-hawked lesbians and one balding dude on trombone. I felt bad for them because they played for 2 people. One of which was a cracked-out girl in short-shorts and a too-tight tube top and the other her Fred Dursty looking pimp.
in depth info on this person’s blog:
and another blog says this:
“There I was, minding my own business watching Iron Chef America over the weekend, when all of a sudden I was bombarded with a brilliant advertisement for Urine Gone! Yes, I was watching a cooking show, and got an ad for a product that helps you remove those pesky urine stains and smells. Yum.
First, the fact that there is a product called Urine Gone is hilarious to me. Secondly, the commercial was SO bad that I had to laugh. They use a blacklight throughout the commercial to show urine, and to show it disappearing with a pull of the trigger. Kinda like the Va-poo-rize product in Envy.
Now the thing that REALLY got me was when they stated that you could remove urine from the following surfaces: Wood, Tile, Concrete, BLOOD, FECES and um, organic matter. SO, for those times that you want to remove that pesky urine smell from your blood stains, or from your pile of feces, Urine Gone is the product for you.
Just think, someone right now is a millionaire because of this thing…”
and another blog:
“SO. Apparently, there was a need for this commercial we just saw. Which I will get to in a second. If you have kids, or watch Nickelodean for any reason, you may have noticed they have fake commercials in which they hock various comical items, just as a buzzer to sound whenever you get tired, so you will have more hours in the day.
Well this commercial, we could have sworn it was one of these, but it wasn’t. This commercial, it was for urinegone. That’s right. URINE/GONE. And you know what? It beats the “leading” urine cleaner. There’s a LEADING urine cleaner?? OK. But that’s not it. If you call now, they will give you…. wait for it… a special blacklight…. so you can find those pesky urine stains wherever they may be. Some examples shown: kitchen counter, shower WALL, carpet. Come on people, you know URINE need of this. (ok, sorry)”
and ANOTHER blog:
“I just watched a commercial for a product called “Urine gone”. I shit you not, that’s exactly what it’s called. It eliminated urine stains and odors from pets. At least, that’s the gist of it. But without being too blunt they also say it eliminates people urine too. They show this stain on the toilet bowl under the amazing black light urine detector, and there’s this big splash down the side. But with one shot of Urine gone it vanishes! It’s amazing. So it helps with pet stains, and kid stains too. I’d hate to see the toilet under a black light after a week with Masons peeing habits. hah. But never fear, one shot of Urine gone and there’s no more urine!
I think the best part of the commercial was the two test tubes of urine that they compared the urine cleaning agents with. ”
an epidemic of blogging on this:
“I was at trivia the other night when I saw this ad. Up until now I’ve been convinced that the beer consumed that night had somehow tricked me into thinking I’d seen a commercial about a spray solvent called “Urine Gone” that actually removed whiz from upholstery. Alas, it is real. The beer did not trick me. So for the low low price of $19.99, you get the spray pee remover AND a handy blacklight. How freakin rad is THAT! I mean seriously, what a great combo.”
Not sure I approve of the New VI being renamed A Channel. New VI was the worst name ever but A Channel is the name of all the secondary CHUM stations everywhere. Why couldn’t they call it VI Channel or V Channel or I Channel? Damn you Marcia Martin! Stealing our identity, homogenizing the nation, keeping the Island spirit suppressed!