Friday, January 23, 2009
(Click on image for more "sleevefaces".
I know I've posted these before, but...I never get tired of them.
(Link via List of the Day)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
"This awesome 50's bungalow, located on a quiet, cul-de-sac street on the Hill, has seriously never been lived in... at least on the main level. This ONE-OWNER home was resided only in the lower level during their stay here, so the main level has been frozen in time and perfectly preserved."
Click on image for a virtual tour.
I'll bet the owners are European.
Decorate a whole house and live in the basement.
Classic.
(found at J-Walk Blog)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Are you kidding me?
A town in Mississippi still has segregated proms?
"Just one more reason to love the great Morgan Freeman: the actor donated $17,000 to his local high school in Charleston, Mississippi, so that the high school students could finally hold their first integrated prom."
(Found at Jezebel)
I listen to John Moore most nights on my drive home, and heard him speak about the article he wrote on Quebec's New Year's traditional television celebrations.
John Moore is an ex-Quebecor and shares my distaste for Quebec humour.
I remember a friend and I going to Montreal for the first "Juste pour rire" (Just for Laughs) Festival. Back then, the festival was quite different. Not so much about stand up comedy, more of the street/mime/tricks/jackass type of comedy that I can't stand.
The Just for Laughs Festival has evolved quite nicely after it was invaded, and taken over by non-Quebecors in it's content.
Quebec comedy, for me has that distasteful European racist/sexist edge.
That laughing at you rather than with you feel, ridiculing and often an unfunny, unclever opportunity to reveal aversion to women and foreigners...I don't care for that kind of comedy.
A lot of European comedy is like this, and sometimes even when I watch Serbian comedy, I cringe at some of the things that are considered funny. It's a cultural difference I suppose, and one of the things that solidifies my "Canadian-ness".
But, that's only marginally what his article is about.
I think the article really reveals the small-mindedness, and freedom to say and do inappropriate things in a society that separates itself from the rest of a country.
But the evening’s most noxious moment came in a parody of former pop idol Nathalie Simard. The show mocked her for giving interviews in spite of having quit Quebec some time ago, insisting that she was seeking anonymity. The concept might have been funny had not Simard left the province after she finally broke her silence about the man who serially raped her when she was a teenager. It gets worse. That man is Guy Cloutier: the father of Véronique Cloutier, who produced the TV show.
and then...
Cloutier and her husband, the nominally funny Louis Morissette, declined to take any questions at the press conference. Their mea culpa amounted to the standard-issue apology people offer these days. Something like: If anyone was offended, then I guess we’re sorry. Now f--k off.
Indeed, it’s a setback for the population as a whole. In its unabashed racism, vindictiveness and infantile tone, the show laid bare a cultural fault line that should bring shame to any of us who call ourselves Quebecers.
A wide swath of the population has vigourously denounced the broadcast.
Quebec attitudes seem to be changing...Bye Bye is right.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Impotence of of Proofreading
...and that's posted by someone who is guilty of not proofreading a lot of stuff on this blog...
(Found at Grow a Brain)
Whorette's Syndrome.
If you're a woman...Don't ask.
Just go and read it.
You know her...if you don't know her, you are her.
Obama's Press person shows us that she/he is a genius (again)."Next Tuesday, Barack Obama will be sworn in as our 44th President. On this historic occasion, PARADE asked the President-elect, who is also a devoted family man, to get personal and tell us what he wants for his children. Here, he shares his letter to them".
Honestly.
Next to Michelle wearing J. Crew on election night, this shit is sheer brilliance.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Inauguration of President-Elect Obama : White people, stay home.
I'm hoping that the above entry is meant to be funny, and witty (even though it's neither).
We have friends going (they're black, so apparently..it's ok)...which, given the historical nature of this election gives them a pass for insisting on being present for the swearing in of an American President.
Even though our friends are Canadian...and even though Obama has already stated that his first foreign visit will probably be to Ottawa.
One thing is for sure though, Obama's election has done nothing for the state of affairs where racism is concerned.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Goodwill Hunting:There are obviously quite a few missing.
Sean: So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that.....If I asked you about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you'd probably--uh--throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
From Mystery Man on Film via Cynical-C
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