New resident in Outremont?

September 30, 2003 at 6:17 pm (General)

Okay, it took me a while, but I’ve really started to groove on Radiohead’s Hail to the Thief. However, am I the only one who’s noticed that, on some songs, he sounds strange like our favourite local crooner, Rufus Wainwright?


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Smell that? Smells like…

September 29, 2003 at 6:20 pm (General)

winter. Its brisk taste entering my nostrils this morning. My over-priced winter clothing calling out to me, waiting to be taken out of storage for another 6 months. Rosy cheeks, stews, mulled wines, frost nip on the toes, cuddling for warmth, mmm, cuddling for warmth. The smell of ski wax. Stale air in the apartment. The smell of sweat in the air after friends come over to boulder. I love autumn, with its sense of anticipation. November, however, I could do without.

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Entering the digital age

September 26, 2003 at 6:20 pm (General)

Say what you will about Pharmaprix, and their new store on St-Laurent, ya gotta love their photo service. For $9, they’ll develop you film in an hour, give you one of those mini photo albums, and digitise your film.
I’ve been told that WalMart has been doing that for years, but at least this way I get to choose my own poison. So, I think I’ll put off buying a digital camera for a while, and concentrate on saving up for this little vee-hickle.

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No honey, I swear, I did cum

September 25, 2003 at 6:19 pm (General)

Is it me? Is it something that I’m not doing right? Could I do something different? Please, honey, tell me. I don’t want us to be like all those other Canadians.

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Oh, the irony

September 17, 2003 at 6:18 pm (General)

So, the Combined Jewish Appeal is having its CJA Campaign 2003. However, having been indoctrinated in the Catholic faith, I was raised to believe that Jews ritually sacrifice babies and drink their blood. Oh, and that they killed Jesus. So, instead, I’m more likely to donate to Dans la rue.
Regardless, what’s rather funny about the CJA’s campaign is the slogan For Our Children. On the surface, it’s just another platitude. Then again, take a walk through some of the poorer neighbourhoods in Montreal (and some not-so-poor), and you’ll see the same slogan in French (Oui, pour nos enfants) graffitied on walls, remnants of 1995’s Quebec referendum, when then-premier Jacques Parizeau, liquered-up beyond belief, tried to lay blame passively aggressively on the Jews for the PQ’s failure to win sovereignty.

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Something just don’t feel right

September 15, 2003 at 6:18 pm (General)

Anyone ever get the feeling that, with certain pants, that your fly is down? I mean, I don’t know if it’s just me, but it seems that, with certain jeans, I’m walking around, hands in pockets, and I just get this feeling that a certain part of my attire is afraid of heights. This usually happens when other folks is around, so I’m stuck between reaching for my zipper to verify if it’s up or simply risk going around with extra air conditioning.

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Time wasters

September 12, 2003 at 6:16 pm (General)

I’m absolutely hooked.

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Caillou is dead!

September 9, 2003 at 6:16 pm (TV)

I never understood the phenom that is the little bald-headed one, but my dahling nephews sure seem to go crazy whenever I give them Caillou gifts. Anyhow, the voice of the English Caillou (we’re all bilingual here, saviez-vous?) died yesterday. Time to find something new to give the kids this year, I guess.

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That’ll learn ya

September 4, 2003 at 6:15 pm (General)

Many, many years ago, during my first week in Montreal, I was sitting out on the back balcony of my apartment, enjoying the sights and smells of this new home of mine. I happened to catch the goings-on in the alley, where a confrontation was taking place between three white, francophone thugs-in-training (they were around 10 or 11 years old) and a couple of Hassidim children. Being stronger and more vicious, the little whiteys soon got the upper hand, and chased the other two back up the alley, throwing rocks at their targets along the way.
“Well, that was interesting,” thought I. “Things never change.”
Not less than five minutes later, I see these same three mini-thugs come racing back the other way, terror apparent on their eyes. “What the…?” Ah, following close on their heels are about 10 Hassidim, coming to the aid of their brethren. The little hoodlums cowered in an old hangar (slowly and sadly disappearing from the inner-city landscape of Montreal: hangars, that is), begging for mercy, cajoling, suddenly learning how to whimper in English, trying everything to endear themselves to their former enemies, anything to save their hides.
This memory came back to me this morning while listening to the news, hearing that the “government” to the south is now asking for other nations to step in and clean up its mess in Iraq, all the while maintaining control of all UN forces. The sad part is that other countries will send troops.

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Settlin’ in

September 2, 2003 at 6:14 pm (Work)

It’s always a strange procedure, your first day at a new job. Besides the filling out of forms, you get to see your new cubicle, which you will share with four complete strangers. You go through the drawers in your desk, finding jetsam left by the previous peon in your position, or it may simply have served as a repository for someone else’s in the cubie. (Hey, at least I’ve got buttermilk body lotion. “Honey, lock up the kids, we’re gonna get lathered up tonight!”)
You play around on your computer, which, sad to say, isn’t anywhere near as powerful as your bottom-of-the-line home computer. Oh well, the company doesn’t have any money to spare on upgrades.
Ah, but the best/worst part is knowing that any good stuff that may have been available in your workspace before has been pilferred away. The first thing to go is usually the ergonomic seat, so that you end up with the equivalent of a one-legged milking stool. Yeah, I’ve decided to no longer settle for crap like that. Walked around, found a great chair that wasn’t being used, and rolled it to my desk. The fellow cubies looked at me in wonder.
Pissing on my territory, that’s what I’m doing.

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