Me and Teddy Ruxpin, Stirring Up a Ruckus

Maybe its just his persona but Asher Roth seemed kind of high on Much On Demand. You know, wandering around and not wearing shoes and all.

They really downplay his gingerness. That kid’s got some ginger in him. I wonder if they used special lighting in the “I Love College” video, because he was looking pretty strawberry today.

Anyways, this is why I love living in Toronto. Everything is here. I can watch Asher Roth on Much and know he’s like, twenty minutes away. I could have walked over there and saw him for myself if I wanted, but instead I settled for running into Geoff on my way to Tim Horton’s.

The cashier complimented my shirt.


Taco Night at Paulexander’s

Yesterday we all went to Paul’s to have a Taco Night.

It was cute. Janice & Nathan brought homemade guacamole, Mike showed up with a case of beer, and Business Geoff brought ice cream and a bottle of wine. It was such a nice day everyone hung out on the balcony.


We started watching this thing on YouTube called Hard Gay… I don’t know. Mike & Nathan knew about it. It’s this Japanese guy who dresses up in leather and acts like / is a flamboyant homosexual.


In the episode we were watching he was trying to help Yahoo increase business (because Yahoo needs more business?) In the end he hoists himself up a Yahoo billboard wrapped in Christmas lights.

I do not understand other cultures.


Mike wanted to go to a bar on Bloor. So we went to Lab where it was $4.25 Martini Wednesday. Mike ended up leaving after one drink to go back to Oakville, but Jessica, Paul, Geoff and I stuck around for a pitcher. Somehow the night ended with a discussion of MILFs which led to Geoff and I making a bet of who would be the first to sleep with someone over 30 before graduation.

Then we ran into Keswick on St. George driving his fucking Mercedes SL-55 because he’s an asshole.

Then I watched 2 episodes of Disband, ate a bowl of cereal and went to bed.

The Battle of Los Angeles

“Rusted from the Rain” was a shit video, though Billy Talent have consistently had terribly boring music videos, so I’m not at all surprised. Someone needs to introduce them to the Patron Saint of Music Videos, Marc Ricciardelli. First of all, two of the videos he did for the Cancer Bats, the ones for “French Immersion” and “Hail Destroyer” are probably two of my favorite music videos of all time. Now that I’m thinking about it, the one for “Pneumonia Hawk” seems to be in keeping with his style, so that was probably him too. And he just did the video for Alexisonfire’s “Young Cardinals” which was so fucking epic that it actually made up for the fact I think its a pretty bland single.

Its here and you need it in your life:

I love this man’s ability to take some mundane thing/activity (riding a bike, a wolf, being a lumberjack, riding a tour boat in Niagara Falls) and make it look so fucking hard. I’m sure the fact that Cancer Bats and Alexisonfire are pretty hard rocking bands fucking helps (and I don’t give a shit if you hate Alexisonfire, their live show is fucking amazing) but I think a lot of it is just him being awesome.

I’m clearly starting the Marc Ricciardelli fanclub here in case anyone wants to join.

Also you know you have seen MOD too many times when you can state with certainty that the video premiere is going to be at 5:45. I’m way too aware of how this show operates.

Totally went to the Eaton Centre today and pissed away a couple hours buying trash bags and light bulbs for my burned out lamp and a plate because I’m ghetto as shit and am living in summer res without proper supplies and finally realizing that some time within the next four months I will have a real place that I will need to buy real plates for. I also tried on a couple pairs of Cesario Highs that I just bought off Zappos for more than $115 less than they were at Town Shoes.

Ran into Chris on the way back from Tim Horton’s (the sandwich run went on as planned, unfortunately). Apparently he’s taking a fifth year because there are no jobs. Fucking great.

The Queen is Dead

Oh my fucking God, I have eaten so much in the past 48 hours. Food baby, major food baby gestating.

On Sunday we went to Geoff’s for a Victoria Day barbeque. The man has hosting abilities beyond his years. There were chips there were veggie plates there were bowls of cherries and a shitload of hot dogs and hamburgers and a pitcher of cosmopolitans. These are the kinds of things Geoff does that led Mariah and I to the conclusion that in his adult life he’ll be one of those people that constantly is carrying a cup of coffee and a newspaper under his arm. He’s just a classy motherfucker.

At one point everyone left the room and so I took the opportunity to switch the iPod to Alexisonfire, because this is one of those things that is generally not allowed to happen at Geoff’s parties. In fact when I first met him and told him I liked Alexisonfire he told me “I once punched a man in Cuba just because he was wearing an Alexisonfire shirt.” They were on a cruise.

Jessica bought a case of Hoegarden per Paul’s suggestion because she wanted to mix up her drinking habits. Supposedly this is Belgium’s lightest beer. Holy fuck Belgium. It tastes like Viking beer. Paul told me its brewed by monks, but I disagree. This was made by people who pillage and burn villages. It tastes like grog. I feel like I’m on a Viking ship in the middle of some Viking February and I’m wearing a dead sheep for a coat and this is what I’m drinking to keep warm. Belgium is fucked.

Anyways we were drinking and eating for like 8 straight hours so by the time we got back I couldn’t move.

Yesterday we made plans to go to Paul’s new bachelor pad and make pizza but we forgot that it was Victoria Day and that Metro would be closed, so revision was needed. We went to Paul’s, which though he’s still in the process of moving, still manages to look very Paul, with his big corporate desk and stainless steel bookcasses and classy bottles of alcohol everywhere. His balcony has got a pretty sweet view too. I never realized how many condos there are in Toronto. Shit. For two years our view North has been blocked by all the shit in Yorkville, so to see anywhere beyond that was interesting. There are so many cute little houses near his place too. I want a cute little house. I love urban living. I love their lack of front yard. I can just imagine having a cute little house downtown with a porch and it would be filled with lots of bookcases and gourmet appliances and I’d have a wine chiller and a fridge full of shit from Whole Foods and like, lots of rare records or something.

My yuppie hipster aspirations are so severe.

Anyways, homemade pizza was a no-go so we just met up with Peter, Ruby and Jonathan and went to Pizza Pizza instead. $5 combo owns my life. Pizza, garlic dipping sauce, chips and a diet coke for under $6? Fuck yeah thanks. Then we went to get frozen yogurt at Ce Fiore and managed to hit up Tim Horton’s after. We joked that we would eat our way back to St. George.

There is currently a ticker on Much Music counting down to the Billy Talent video premiere. I like Billy Talent and even I think thats a bit much.  Though something tells me the marketing gimmick will pay off and I’ll be making my sadly-becoming-daily sandwich run a bit early just to come back and see it.


Set Phasers to Stun

Went to Whitney and made stir fry with Jonathan, Peter and Ruby yesterday.

Whitney’s kitchen is so industrial and stainless steel-y that I was freaked out being  in there. It reminded me of a morgue. They also have giant spiders.

On the plus side, they do have vending machines, which I am mad jealous of. There is something so satisfying for me in hitting a combination of numbers and letters and watching food pop out. I like the instant gratification of it all.

Then we ate pie and watched Christian Television because the only two channels they get are Christian Television and the channel that tells you whats on all the other channels.

Then we walked to Yonge & Dundas and saw Star Trek. The rumors are true, it is mad epic. However J.J. Abrams really needs to master the narrative arc. Just like the past few seasons of Lost I had no idea where the fuck the movie was going. And just like Lost explosions and crazy shit were just enough to keep you watching and make you feel like you weren’t getting enormously screwed over, when you probably are.

I have no idea how to fucking work Word Press and feel like this blog, like all other blogs I have attempted to start, will last 2 months tops.