It’s 20% off, Bitch.

Honestly people need to stop focusing on how Britney’s face and/or body have gone downhill and recognize how the new promo pictures for Circus look like a Wet Seal add. The black and white tank layered with a ruffled skirt and waist cincher? This is precisely the misguided mall brand with a budget’s idea of high fashion. The fairy dust? The cheap props? The terrible Photoshop job? It looks like some thirty-something store manager watched way too many episodes of ANTM one weekend and this was the result.

Deerhunter/Times New Viking

Ticket stub for Deerhunter at Lee's Palace, Toronto, Wednesday November 12, 2008

Saw Deerhunter with Times New Viking on Wednesday at Lee’s Palace. For some reason I had this idea of Lee’s Palace as being a box with a stage at the front, so I was pleased to find it was more architecturally complex than that.

Deerhunter were fucking great, I had some fears about what they would sound like live, the electronic thing just didn’t seem like it would translate well. To be completely honest my whole fear was based on one experience seeing Panic! at the Disco when I was fifteen when all their pre-recording techno shit crackled through the sound system the entire night. Then again Deerhunter aren’t really electronic, they just have synthesizers, I just assume anything that doesn’t sound like a guitar, bass or drums is made by a computer.

Whatever, point was it was good.

Times New Viking were equally great. Too bad their album is unlistenable. I should have known when they were first described to me as sounding like “a really great band behind a wall of fuzz.”

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It is Mary Hart’s birthday today. She is 58 years old.


Jesus Botox-Christ how is that possible. She is nearing 60. She’ll soon be able to get discounted meals at iHop.

In my moment of weakness I doubted the infallible Michael K and had to Wikipedia her to confirm. I also learned her legs are insured for $1 million and her voice triggers seizures in the epileptic.


CIUT is having their fall membership drive so I spent the morning answering phones. I’m phone-cursed. Out of the seven calls I picked up, only one was an actual pledge.

Call One:
No one on the line

Call Two:
This guy calls in and tells me he already pledged yesterday but wanted to thank us for our informative content. Being the non-judgmental Canadian that I am, desperately tried to convince myself that his slurring was the sign of a speech impediment and not daytime drinking. Besides, he seemed rather coherent. I attempted to get him to go on air and share his kind words, but when I asked him for his number he hung up.

Call Three:
Some woman looking for Doug. There is no Doug.

Call Four:
Woman: well who am I calling then?

Call Five:
Drunk friend: Did Barack Obama win the election?
Me: Yes
Drunk friend: Thanks, bye.

Call Six:
Drunk friend: OK I’m ready to give you my phone number now

Call Seven:

So obviously Obama was the big discussion everywhere today. I’m going to come off far more cynical than I actually am with this one, but I am hardly riding the inspirational high that everyone else is. I mean come on, we’ve known that he would win for months now. He’s had it in the bag since McCain won the Republican nomination. There was never a competition. I know everyone’s argument is that its “official” now, but really McCain never had a chance. His concession speach was amazing, though. Also Man Palin is kind of a DILF. I need to go to Alaska. As for the fact that Obama is the first black President, I know there is still serious racial divide in the US that is constantly underplayed by the liberal media, but even still I feel like we’ve been ready for a black president for so long, that I’m more suprised that Obama is the first.

Oh man, his daughters are adorable. When he told his daughters they earned the new puppy that they would be bringing to the White House? HOW FUCKING CUTE WAS THAT.

To wrap my Obama shit up, he’s exactly what the country needs right now. I think he’ll restore American’s faith in the democratic process and help mend our foreign reputation. Also as someone brought up today, he hasn’t been given enough credit for his ability to win the black vote without alienating white voters. I think Michael said this morning “he wrote the text book on how to get into office.”


CNN actually managed to out retard itself. They finally utilized something more stupid than the magic whiteboard.

What a fucking waste of money.


Halloween was a success, but how could it not be.

Went to Boulevard Room on Thursday for UC’s first ever successful club night. Of course the only time UC ever threw a successful club night is the one night I don’t feel like clubbing. I would have left earlier had I not kept being handed drink tickets. Oh the drink tickets! We made friends with the bartender, Dr. Dread (he was wearing a doctors outfit and a dreadlock hat). Fuck there were a lot of Waldo’s there that night. Kind of destroys the purpose of being Waldo when there are so many. Apparently I missed the best part of the club, the smoking room, a heated patio with a rooftop and cedar walls that everyone kept referring to as “the sauna room.” Favorite costume of the night? A puck bunny. A girl in a Leafs jersey and bunny ears.

Also clubs should always have buckets of candy available.

Friday was Paul’s house party.

Waved at a street zamboni on the way there.

and the street zamboni waved back.