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In case you missed it…

…be sure to check out the entry YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SCORE MAKE YOUR TIME, which is getting some interesting comments. If you haven’t voiced an opinion and you’re dying to, feel free to comment!

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Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Smoke ’em while you got ’em

On June 1st — that’s less than two weeks away — Accordion City’s bars, billiard halls, bingo palaces, casinos and racetracks go smoke-free.

I’m looking forward not to depriving my friends of thier little
sucker’s habit (and it is a sucker’s habit, despite their protestations
and misguided belief that they are some kind of oppressed minority),
but to the ability to breathe inside bars and clubs, lower dry cleaning
bills and no longer getting burned by some fool accidentally butting
out on me.

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It Happened to Me

Boston Bound


Me and The Redhead. It’s good to be the king.

Tomorrow, I fly out to Boston to visit The Redhead. There’s a gathering tomorrow night at Clery’s for beer and dinner — feel free to drop by!


Gotta love how straightforward Boston food cart signage is. They also have carts marked “COOKED MEAT” and “LIQUID IN CANS AND BOTTLES”.

YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SCORE MAKE YOUR TIME


“Round-eye will pay. Ooooh yes, round-eye will pay.” What this man needs is an accordion.

An Asian dude by the name of Wesley has a site called Stuff That Is Awesome, and on it, he’s publsihed a bitter, funny and at least partly-true essay called The Curse of the Asian Man. It may help explain why Details’ Gay or Asian? puff piece garnered so much ire.

Go give it a look. I love the illustrations he included:


It’s true: in fact, the next items on the “To-Do” list in my iCal are “Avenge death”, followed by “Pick up dry cleaning”.

I stumbled across this entry after seeing this entry in Richard’s Just a Gwai Lo, which took me to this entry in Karl’s La Grange, which in turn took me to the asian asymmetry entry in Joseph’s Goatee, which also points to this entry in Nora’s blog, Au Jus, in which she writes:

i’ve never really thought of dating other asians just from pure lack of
them in my community. when i was a kid it was really important to fit
into the white community so white was the standard of attractiveness.
sometimes i find myself wishing i were single so i could deny the whole
white male power thing (not that my SO is the epitome of white power
[snort]). sometimes i’m tired of being a part of the asian female/white
male couple cliche. sometimes it feels like i’m trying to live some
sort of jungle fever in reverse thing. sometimes i want to refute the
whole idea of “look at how accepted i am! look how i fit in! i can even
date white boys now!” maybe i should sign up to get a date with william hung.

Your comments, please…

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In the News

Proof That All Eminem Needs is a Stable Family Life and a Steak

[ via CarbWire, which I’m surprised Cory didn’t blog until now ] Avril Lavigne, who is famous for having been covered by me on MuchMusic, says that her angry song lyrics were the result of her eating too many carbs.

(And here I thought the songwriting trio known as The Matrix wrote her stuff.)

This isn’t the first time that sugary foods have been blamed for someone’s erratic behaviour; in the late 1970’s, there was the “Twinkie Defense”.

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It Happened to Me

This is why alcohol, sign-making and gushing over a guy don’t mix

Someday, when Meryle runs for Prime Minister, this picture will come back to haunt her.

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In the News

Carnival of the Canucks #19

It’s time again for Carnival of the Canucks, where each fortnight a
Canadian blog points to highlights in other Canadian blogs in a fit of
Canadian linky love.

This fortnight’s Carnival is being hosted by Nicholas “Ghost of a Flea” Packwood, and the theme is “Fat, Drunk and Canadian”. The theme draws its title to a response to the Toronto Star’s recent column by Antonia Zerbisias, Insult-Happy Web Guns Fall Quiet,
in which she wrote about how the warbloggers aren’t blogging as much as
they used to. A riot of angry posts, right-wing rhetoric and fat jokes
(“laughing at someone else’s expanse”) ensued.