The Ex and Nutty Cats
Going to the Canadian National Exhibition is an anachronism. Devised 130 years ago as a way to bring the country to the city and the world to Toronto, its intended purpose has long ago been eradicated by factory farming and the communications revolution. There are no longer farmers in fields tending crops and livestock, bringing a taste of their daily lives for cityfolk to gawk at. And the world...
Those nutty Japanese →
I just saw this video on Cute Overload, in which Japanese pop singer Meg a) dances poorly, b) demonstrates fake telekinesis, c) has a dinner party for cats, and d) dances ‘Rockettes’-style with same cats. All I can say is… who thinks up this shit? Still, it is worth watching for the dancing cats. Enjoy!
I must admit... I shop at Moore's
I absolutely hate to go clothes shopping. I hate entering the stores. I hate deflecting the sales people. I hate seeking out the few garments in my size. I hate trying them on. Hate. Strong word, but in this case, it fits. My hatred for the process is, I’m sure, a product of my size. As a large man, finding clothes that fit in a “regular” store is usually a challenge and ends in...
Silky smooth hands
So, I met Edward James Olmos this weekend. He was signing autographs at Fan Expo in T.O. He signed my Season 1 BSG DVDs with “Roll the hard 6”. He also included his character name beneath his own—as if I wouldn’t know who he was on the show. He’s Edward James Olmos for god’s sake. He’s not exactly a guy who blends in. Anyway, I’m glad I had a friend...