Thursday, 12 June 2008

Are we really so fragile?

Yup. I do believe that we are. But remember, the next time someone complains about 'being Canadian means only not being American', that that is exactly the point. Back in the mid-19th century, after failed Fenian invasions and before the debate between capitalist and socialist health care, some men with terrifically ridiculous facial hair said, 'We don't want to be them! Who's with us?' and the not-necessarily-so proud Dominion of Canada was born. (Apparently, things might be shifting on this... I'll let you know when I check in back home next week.)

But I'll take that sort of ribbing from Colbert any time. He's my favourite neo-conservative asshole. Well, the only one I don't want to punch in the face. Which, again, is the point, I know.

[Note for British people who might be wondering: it's like ITV buying the rights to the Match of the Day song. It would be like Manchester United obtaining the exclusive rights to sing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' at Old Trafford. That bad, yes.]

Oh well. I'll miss the theme, of course. And I don't even think that the media has gone over the top with this one (though TSN's 'CTV saves "The Hockey Theme" Song' was a wonderful piece of attempted spin, even if it didn't really reflect the general mood.)

We will recover.

Friday, 6 June 2008

The Great Book of bathroom Graffiti, Interlude?

What's with the dearth of quality bathroom scribblings in this day and age? This, today:
Reality is made of ants.
Very poor. Well, not bad. But have people stopped thinking while they shit? (And, if so, what are they doing?) Are witticisms being constricted? is it something we're eating? What happened to the art?
I'm starting to think that life is like a shit sandwich
Because it seems to me the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat
And why can't people commit random acts of kindness, and senseless acts of beauty?
You know, like Ramone and Louise, 100% true love forever?
That's the Lowest of the Low again. In what public forums are young men finding the place to smear their wasteful thoughts?...

... asks he who is 3 months into his new blog...

What a tragedy! The collateral damage of Web 2.0 are clean toilet stalls? I want my money back.

Still, I'm off to the Old Country in a week -- Home of Sneaky Dees, Capital of the Porcelain Literati. The site of classics like
God's Dead.

Nietzsche's Dead.
Jesus Saves!
(... but Gretzky gets the rebound!)

I'm coming home, Toronto. Don't let me down.