August 2008
July 2008
Water on Mars! →
nasa.gov
Wow. Wait a second… Receiving transmission from David Bowie’s nipple antennae Do you read me lieutenant Bowie?
Soon all my Jr. High Sci-Fi dreams will become reality.
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Greyhound horror: sleeping passenger stabbed and decapitated by man sitting next to him →
thestar.com
Maybe he deserved it. Like maybe he was a contractor for Blackwater.
PegCity REPRAZENT!!! pt2
If anyone asks me why I miss Winnipeg or what’s so special about my home province, I’m sending them this link.
cameronr: Total oil company propaganda. Wait and see. With all of these cyclists getting taken out, I’ll bet there are going to be a string of attacks on public transit next.
131313thavenue: fuuuuuuuck. I’m taking a charter bus to Seattle soon…..(higher end greyhound) Hopefully it’s too pricey for the psychos (double the greyhound cost)
amilniazi: Don’t ride the Greyhound people. If this is what it takes to really drive that message home….
chuckmore: Wow this just replaced kidney stones and glass in my eye as my new biggest fear.
ihavegoodtaste: Oh man. THIS is my worst nightmare.
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization →
adbusters.org
God, why am I always defending this magazine?
But this is what they do. If anyone has a mandate, nay duty, to write about hipsterdom and its self-obsession. Perhaps however Quinn, your definition of hipster is a bit broad for this article. What I mean by this, is that in Vancouver, and I myself am hyper aware of this, hipsters are on the defense. Just look at this article. What we need to realize however, is that most hipsters, most of our friends, are actually quite poor, politically active, artists/musicians, vegans, bike riding, spontaneous young people. We are not the sneaker-obsesses, coke snorting, skate-wiggers I believe the article is referring too.
Regardless of what you think of “hipsters,” I hope you’ll agree that Adbusters doesn’t have any business calling anyone out for being shallow, “culturally barren,” and almost wholly style over sustance.
They should start the revolution by having a mass burn of their vapid, poorly written magazine.
Fan the flames of discontent!
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FUN NEW GAME
s.o: “Mmmm…you smell like… books”.
c.p.c: “you smell like edmonton”
s.o: “well, you smell like the inside of a canoe”
c.p.c: “what?”
s.o: “what?”
s.o: “you smell like hot newspaper”
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Asperger Test →
piepalace.ca
Uh….29? Should I go see a doctor?
Because, uh, I have been training myself for years to make most of those situations slightly similar to my own, rather than strongly similar. I mean, especially from smoking pot. It really tears down a lot those walls, I mean, my food never used to be able to touch! And i couldn’t have sauce. SAUCE! Oh, also I’m bipolar so…
Scores over 32 indicate Asperger’s Syndrome or high-functioning autism. 15 is average.
Pie Palace: Anyone involved with geeks will know that we share many character traits with those suffering Asperger syndrome: obsessive attention to detail, social awkwardness, and some difficulty relating to other people. A few years ago, I ran across a test used to diagnose Asperger syndrome, and was surprised to note that it seems like a thumbnail description of your average geek.
sydvish: 12, no surprise there.
alphalemon: um, eight for me.
But I am confused. Is this a test about communication and social functioning? I wish I knew what being an “eight” meant. I shouldn’t take these tests. I’m a bit of a freak about “winning”
340 Coup
It is time to declare war once and for all on emo.
edr:
This sucks and the were the ony venu with a decent sound system and good fries…
Wow. Just…wow. The dearth-of-live-venues BS saga continues. I hate this town sometimes.
why? why Pub 340? why does this happen in the last place where you could get a reasonably priced drink on any day of the week and see live music? i’m fucking moving to Berlin with my girlfriend.
is it too early to ask if the vic square after party is still here?
Three of my friends were fired from Pub 340 today without any warning. Six people were fired in total. They are all being replaced by new staff of the screamo variety. The booker, Malice, has been banned from the bar for 6 months. My best friend David suspected that something was up last week when training some 21 year old with a lip ring (that I’ve been told by is going to be ripped out) who had the arrogance to tell him “things are going to change around here”. We suspect his girlfriend, who was also recently hired, has planned this whole coup in attempts to take over booking there. Fuck that place. I doubt they want their jobs back but they should all demand compensation. Of which they are all eligible for considering that none of them had received any written warning prior to being fired.
From the BC Employment Standards Act:
An employee who is terminated may be eligible for compensation based on the following formula:
- After three consecutive months of employment - one week’s pay. After 12 consecutive months of employment - two weeks’ pay
- After three consecutive years - three weeks’ pay, plus one week’s pay for each additional year of employment to a maximum of eight weeks.
A week’s pay is calculated by:
- Totalling the employee’s wages, excluding overtime, earned in the last eight weeks in which the employee worked normal or average hours, and dividing the total by eight.
Something of a wake will be held tonight at the Sweatshop aptly titled the FUCK PUB 340 party. There will be drinks and karaoke.
The stillness of stones
The stillness of stones
Belies the blood embrace
Between minerals
Deep inside
Their chalky bones
Beneath such subtle silent defiance is a bond
Covalent or ionic
Brittle
And cast from duress
The mason’s furnace churning below
Ever-replenished by
Hell’s patient flame
Alas! The lichen is a guise
That talus scree is moving!
Fanning out
In a slovenly hunch
This devil’s orogeny shrugs
Hutton’s folded hands
Lay patiently
At his marble desk,
And Borges wasn’t
Fooled by the
“Recondite sand
that slides away
and slopes
and, at the falling point
piles up with
an urgency
wholly human”
And even when
Alberta’s Burgess Shale
Showed us
That life exploded
Gould gave us a moment
A period of repose
To pause
Before the punctuation
That seismic shift
When the Cambrian came alive
And now, humans
With our pretty revolutions
Cannot slow
Ourselves to see
Our fallability
An exclamation point
Before another
Long
Drawn-out
Slumber.
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