nah he’s probably just #neverforgetting the ‘93 WTC bombing, which coincided with messier’s tenure with the rags
nah he’s probably just #neverforgetting the ‘93 WTC bombing, which coincided with messier’s tenure with the rags
thanks for that. i don’t think i ever said my experience was comparable to growing up in poverty. i was responding to the comment above re: wastefulness and going from “rich to poor,” and how that can suck, too. which it did, but it also gave me an awful lot of perspective on food, waste, spending and finances that…
I went from “comfortable upper middle class” upbringing to “comfortable middle class working” after university... and then I decided grad school was a great idea, which led to me living below the poverty line pretty quickly. It took me months to get around to asking my parents for some $ assistance because I was too…
something about the descent into newark is always perilous. not a poo story, but a vomit one:
Flying back from London into Newark (en route back to Canada), we get hit by some mean turbulence as we start descending. Like, the meanest fucking turbulence I’ve ever encountered. The flight attendants—including the nicest,…
raps fan here and can confirm re: mitchell’s terribleness.
this was my original suspicion given its currency among the rich and famous... although I had heard it was the Firkin on King and Jack Astor’s before, both of whom I summarily slandered. Anyhow. Apologies to the shittiest chain restaurant and the shittiest chain pub in toronto are in order.
Word is that this altercation happened at the shitty, overpriced ersatz English pub a couple doors down from where I work on king street (firkin on king, for those interested) and I’m just happy to finally be a part of history.
Thanks, I needed that.
subject matter aside, why is it that studio bands like this are great at playing musical instruments but suck at making good music? toronto is full of grads of humber and other music schools who, like, can play every song in every real book but create music that has as much art to it as a digital printout of dogs…
dude’s growl game is tight.
kyle lowry is your more successful older brother. demar is you. you’re fine.
whoops. i thought they played in memphis. ah well. ignore everything i ever say.
Omaha actually makes SOME sense. Lotsa corporate $, ~1M people in the surrounding area, Midwestern “character” etc etc. I’d love for Toronto to get a team but with the Canadian $ in the toilet right now, and no appropriate stadium for football (the SkyDome is terrible for football), + the proud tradition of getting…
Listened to Potvin for, like, 5 years when he did colour commentary for the Sens. Uncle Denis is a national fucking treasure. He’s basically Joe Namath on the sideline x Phil Seems... or as Sens bloggers Welcome To Your Karlsson Years say “your grandfather on quaaludes.”
Pai Gow has the best $:time ratio of any game I’ve ever played in a casino, with the exception of the time I played la bataille for an hour and came out even.
Since being a dick about things online is my calling card, I’d say “that’s like saying the Maestral is in an independent European nation (the Montenegrin reservation if you want to be a dick about it).” I was gonna say Monte Carlo/Monaco but Montenegro’s history of getting shit on by bigger nations around it is more…
Lotsa good advice in here. From my own experience I can offer one more piece:
tell us about your poops! Your poops were probably “interesting thereafter,” amirite?
(also: beets are fantastic)
as a lapsed catholic, I think this is a bit of a catholic thing. probably, in some ways similar to black people’s ‘church clothes’, due to the fact that irish/italian/latin/polish immigrants in north america’s poverty was only matched by their devotion to the church.
Drove through rural Minnesota this summer (from Fargo to Mille Lacs en route to Green Bay to fulfill some lifelong dreams) and holy shit were there ever a lot of anti-abortion signs on the highway. Like, one every 5-10 miles it seemed like, even more than I’ve seen in nominally more “hick” states when I lived in…