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Trash talkin’

Here are a couple of photos showing what’s been going in the wake of Toronto’s garbage strike.

Photo: A trash/recycling bin with the words 'Fuck the garbage strike' spray-painted on it.

Someone’s not pleased with the strike. A trash/recycling can on the south side of Bloor Street, just east of Bathurst. Taken Thursday night.

Photo: A trash/recycling bin in Chinatown, stuffed to overflowing and surrounded by garbage.

Garbage in Chinatown. This was taken Saturday afternoon at the north-east corner of Spadina and Dundas. Throw in a couple of discarded needles and some human excrement, and it’ll look just like San Francisco.

The Daily Nonsense, a Toronto-based weblog, has more photos and rants about the current garbage situation in Toronto.

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Mad props to that freestyle rapper at last week’s "Breakfest"

Rhyming “Dorian” with “accordion” when Dorian and I walked in the room showed some really quick thinking.

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Yet Another Memo to Self

Wedding rings. You must check to see if they’re wearing wedding rings. It’ll save you a lot of trouble.

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Slut School

Two Fridays ago, Slut School had another one of their DJ events. I attended, dances, and took pictures.

Two Fridays ago

Every now and again, Slut School — a group of Will’s friends from his high school, a school of the arts somewhere in Mississauga, a suburban sattelite city of Toronto — holds a DJ night. It’s usually at in Lounge 56, a basement dance club nestled between food stores in Kensington Market. Accordiong to Eva, one of the organizers, Slut School got its name from a remark her mom had made when she saw her and her friends getting ready to go out one night: “it looks like a slut school.”

(Memo to self: go to art school in your next life.)

The DJs played a great set — some funk, some jungle, some drum and bass, some ambient, and even let me drop some accordion science over some breakbeats. The evening ended at around 3, after which Will and I headed to Swatow for some fine Fukien-style Chinese cuisine.

And now, the photos…

Photo: Me griining, holding a beer, and showing the word 'SLUT' written on my hand.

Not quite a “Scarlet Letter”, but it’ll do. Have you ever seen someone so happy to be branded as a slut?

Photo: The members of the band 'Fresh Meat' and me hanging out after the music's stopped.

Fresh Meat and friends. Hangin’ with Toronto’s tallest band.

Photo: Leila and Will make a cute pose, while Dorian sneaks into the shot, trying to lick Will's ear.

Leila, Will and Dorian. Leila and Will look like they should be in a Diesel Jeans ad, while Dorian seems to be thinking “ear wax…mmm, salty.”

Photo: Will straddles Tina on the couch and shows his sneer.

Look out, Billy Idol! Will shows us his sneer; Tina doesn’t look impressed.

Photo: Hoda, Will, Leila, Holly and me, hanging out after the music's stopped.

Us and the ladies. From left to right: Hoda, Will, Leila, Holly, me. Holly can barely contain herself in the presence of the accordion mojo.

Photo: Tina givers her drummer a peck on the cheek while Heaven Lee shows the universal sign for 'licking between your thighs'.

A little bandmate bonding. Tina kisses her drummer (Tina, Mandra, anyone, please tell me his name — I’ve forgotten!) while Heaven Lee makes the universal sign for you-know-what.

Photo: Hoda, Will, Leila and Holly.

The ladies! The ladies! Don’t you have to have a license to be this cute?

And finally, because so many of you demanded it, more Heaven Lee. Even Heaven Lee asked if I had any more “cute” shots of her. It don’t get any cuter than this [Warning: not work safe.]. Cheeky girl!

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Now you can talk back

First came an RSS feed, and now, comments! Expect similar upgrades to my other blog, “The Happiest Geek on Earth”, and more changes to both blogs shortly.

If you’ve haven’t yet guessed from reading this blog, I’m a big schmoozer and love a good coversation or discussion. I’d been meaning to add some kind of system for readers of this blog to leave comments, but didn’t get around to it until recently. You’ll find a link to a comments page at the bottom of each entry; go ahead and comment away! The “look and feel” of the comments page is pretty rough right now, but it’ll change as I’m currently redesigning my site, starting with the blogs.

(Thanks to enetation for the commenting system.)

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Pubchalking

First, we had hobo symbols. Then, we have Matt Jones’ warchalking glyphs. And now…pubchalking!

EvilCoffee.org has a hilarious parody of warchalking symbols that may be useful to a larger segment of the population. These Pubchalking symbols that he’s come up with include glyphs that tell pubgoers things like “pool table missing essential parts” or “DJ playing Lady in Red over and over again.”. May I suggest that someone also come up with symbols for:

  • They don’t check for ID here.
  • Bathrooms are primarily snorting coke or K, not elimination.
  • Bathrooms are primarily for fornication, not elimination.
  • Guy-to-girl ratio is unpleasantly high here.
  • They’ve got wrestling on a big TV screen!
  • High salmonella-risk cuisine.
  • Cougars prowl here!
  • Bathrooms marked with archaic or cutesy terms like “witches” and “warlocks”…make sure you know which one you are!
  • The NTN trivia consoles here are defective
  • Bartender cannot make mixed drinks to save his life
  • Don’t date the staff…you’ll regret it.
  • Worst bathroom in Glasgow!

Start doodling!

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Gorgeous afternoon vistas, loud music and something called "Slanty Panties"

Here are some photos I took yesterday afternoon in the Queen and John area and last night at the Neksis magazine first anniversary party at Lee’s Palace. These feature Fresh Meat, Merkury Burn, Abs and Fase and Heaven Lee throwing panties at the audience. Fun, but not for the whole family.

Slight update: I changed someone’s name to their stage name.

Yesterday afternoon marked another day of hot, sunny weather, but the heat and humidity were offset by strong breezes that made the day more bearable and the evening pleasant. Here are a couple of shots I took near the office…

Photo: John Street, looking north from near the office.

John Street. This accordion player don’t work in no stuffy office park! This is the view when I step outside the office.

Photo: The garden view convenience store/plant shop on Queen Street West, looking west from John Street.

Queen Street greenery. Here’s the view from Garden View, the 24-hour convenience-and-plant store, close to both home and the office.

Later that evening, I made my way to Lee’s Palace, where my friend “Too Tall” Tina Gravelson’s band, Fresh Meat, were playing. Heaven Lee, whom you may remember from this shot at Indie Incubation, was also there, and she told me she would be joining the band onstage.

Me: I didn’t know you played any instruments.

Heaven Lee: I don’t.

Me: Then you’re singing backup? Or maybe go-go dancing!

Heaven Lee: No, silly! I’ll be cooking hot dogs and handing out Slanty Panties!

Me: Slanty…panties? You mean like those panties worn by Japanese high school girls? The ones you can buy from vending machines in Tokyo?

Heaven Lee: Like that, except I’ll be peeling them off and giving them to the crowd.

Me: You can never go too classy.

Heaven Lee: And there’s hot dogs too!

Photo: Tina before the show.

Chilling before the gig. Tina hangs out at the bar before the show.

Photo: Frash Meat on stage. Mandra straps on the bass, while Heaven Lee, wearing a see-through top and several layers of panties, cooks hot dogs on a George Foreman grill.

Fresh Meat’s set begins. Ooh! Is that a see-though-top? Double-ooh! Is that a George Foreman grill? Triple-ooh! Are those hot dogs?!

Photo: Tina, Mandra and the drummer rock out.

Let’s rock! Fresh Meat ripped into a short but energetic set, which was made surreal by Heaven Lee’s cooking hot dogs on stage left as they played.

Photo: Heaven Lee, resplendent in her see-through top and wearing several layers of panties, preparing hot dogs.

Mmmmm….hot dogs. Heaven Lee’s multi-tasking here, preparing hot dogs and making special prize packages of classic Chinese food cartons stuffed with gifts, panties and topless polaroids of her.

Photo: Mandra close up.

Mandra! Mandra gives the bass a good workout.

Photo: Tina rocking out on her guitar.

Eat yer heart out, Avril Lavigne! Tina’s taller and could kick your ass!

Photo: Another full band shot with Tina in the foreground.

Fresh Meat in tha house! Say, do you smell hot dogs?

Photo: Tina rocking out with gee-tar, again.

Tina! In this shot, you can’t see the run in her stocking.

Photo: Mandra plays bass, while Heaven Lee strips off yet another layer of panties.

Striptease! Heaven Lee wore several layers of panties, which she stripped off one at a time over the course of the set. They went into gift packagaes, which she threw into the audience at the end of the set. Ain’t rock and roll grand?

Photo: Me and Will McLean, shocked at the outrage onstage.

Shocked and appalled. Will McLean and I, being two decent gentlemen, are stunned at the outrage taking place onstage.

Photo: Marta, Jenn, and some guy.

Neither shocked nor appalled In fact, Jenn (in front) looks sex-kittenish. Marta, Jenn and some guy like what’s happening onstage.

Photo: Butt shot. Heaven Lee waits for the hot dogs to cook, and she's down to the mesh undies.

Are those hot dogs done yet? Nice gitch, Heaven Lee.

As promised, Heaven Lee put the layers of panties she removed and put them into classic Chinese food take-out cartons and tossed them into the audience. Jenn and I each caught one and opened them.

Me: Panties…lots of confetti…ooh!

Jenn (looking at the Polaroid I pulled from the carton): What’s that?

Me: It’s a picture…of Heaven Lee. Topless, spread eagled on a couch. It looks like the backstage couch.

Jenn (reading what Heaven Lee wrote on the photo): “Love, Slanty Panties.” Nice.

Me: There’s some candy here, too.

Jenn: And look, two packs of condoms!

Me: Wait…those aren’t condom packs. They’re…pre-moistened hand wipes.

Jenn: Oh. Ewwww!

Me: You didn’t say “Ewwww” about condoms, but you did about hand wipes?

Jenn: Think about it. They came with her panties and a boob shot of her.

Me: Ewwwwww!

Photo: Jenn and me, posing with our prizes and Heaven Lee's panties on our heads.

They make nice hats too. At the end of the set, Heaven Lee tossed the prize packages into the audience, and Jeen and I caught one each. The prize packs contained the panties that Heaven Lee stripped off during the set, and we found that they made excellent headgear.

Photo: Some guy, Tina and me, hanging out after the set.

After a gig, there’s nothing like chilling out with your friends.

Photo: Some guy, Tina and Jenn.

Poses, everyone!

Photo: Tina's PVC-gloved hands, her fishnet-stockinged knees, and her beer.

Tina’s gloves, specially designed for guitar-playin’ and groupie-spankin’. Nice fishnets, girl, but perhaps you should switch to a less watery, less proletarian beer.

Merkury Burn are Toronto’s Goth rock darlings, and they’ve got a great sound. They came on after Fresh Meat, and I got a couple of shots of them…

Photo: Merkury Burn's guitarist wails while the vocalist grabs his crotch and breaks out the riding crop.

Merkury Burn get their kink on. All real rock and roll acts involve at least one crotch-grabbing per gig. The riding crop is a bonus.

Photo: Merkury Burn, toronto's Goth rock darlings, rip it up at Lee's Palace.

“I’m gonna dress you up in my love…” Merkury Burn opened with a gothed-out, glammed out cover of Madonna’s Dress You Up.

Later that evening, Abs and Fase (I believe that was their name) came on with the hip-hop act. They’re really good!

Photo: Cute Asian rapper girl.

Boo-yah! If there’s one thing that Toronto has in abundance, it’s cute girls who can rap.

Photo: Sunny D, cute white rapper girl.

Double boo-yah! For one number, Sunny D joined the rap, doubling the cute rapper girl factor. Say, do you need an accordion player who knows his blues scales really well?

All in all, a silly evening.