Thriller. He Made Thriller.

Some initial thoughts on the death of Michael Jackson.

I could say 'alleged death' because although it's probably a foregone conclusion that he's dead, it's still not totally confirmed by everyone in the world. But if TMZ reports that he's dead, he's probably dead. They're pretty good with getting their reporters to sneak into places. I'm sure some Hollywood nightclubs have better security than most hospitals. At the time that I write this, CNN doesn't have confirmation that he's dead, just the noted fact from a family friend that the "family is sobbing". I don't know how often a whole family sobs over a coma, so let's assume Michael's passed on. So here's some thoughts.

I heard something on the drive home from work that really irked me. Some lady called into the radio station I was listening to and said that it "wasn't that I don't care, but I think he got what he deserved. He has been punished for his sins on earth". I had to really ponder this comment, which certainly on the surface seems like some smug religious "I told you so" garbage. And it is, but as I listened to more and more of the calls-in, I could hear a definite thread to most of the calls. A startling majority of what I heard confirmed a notion that nobody cares about Michael Jackson anymore, that he's a pervert, that he's a psycho and that the world is better off now that he's gone. I just can't agree to that, and here's why.

Every news story is going to have two angles right now: Jackson the artist and Jackson the accused child molester/weirdo. Sadly, it's the latter that is going to, and has gotten, everyone worked up. I have chosen to look at this passing of Jackson pragmatically. I'm going to look at the facts, not as a fan or a detractor, but as a purveyor of the truth. And the truth is this: The world will forever be in debt to him. That's a fact, worthy of dispute or not. There are things that are undeniable: He was one of the greatest performers of all time, some could argue the absolute greatest. His music transcended all boundaries, both natural and man-made. His influence on future generations of people from any walk of life is incredible and eternal. His musical credits are immortal. It's safe to say that Michael Jackson will be immortal.

Those are facts as I see them. Regardless of our own feelings about his personal life, there are things that aren't facts. Aren't true is everything that has been written in the tabloids, mainstream media or any other medium that doesn't concern his music or things that Jackson himself hasn't admitted to. I have to believe in innocence until proven guilty. I have to believe in the law. If the law could not prove, confirm or convict any of the things that he allegedly did, I can't objectively say that he "got what he deserved" by dying. In life and now in death, I can only imagine that he lived a horrid, tortured life where half the world despised him. So why would we want to cloud his passing and smear his legacy with hearsay?

Am I a huge fan? No. But I have to give credit where credit's due. I think the correct viewpoint for us would be that we look at what Michael Jackson actually DID, not what he was accused of doing, and judge him based on that. Therefore, I will remember Michael Jackson as an unsurpassed talent, a legendary artist and a phenomenal performer, something that will never been seen again.

And Thriller. He made Thriller.

RIP Michael Jackson. You're finally going to be left alone.

The Truth Does Make A Noise

And The White Stripes are the truth.

You know what I'm talking about if you've seen them live. Thankfully, pretty much all of Canada has, thanks to special tour two years ago.

Continuing with a little more news involving Jack White, I've come across another wonderfully exciting story today. It's been reported that the Stripes are going to be releasing a documentary film about the cross-Canada tour they did in June and July of '07. This makes my mind melt. In a good way, though. Like the way cheese slowly melts on a perfectly barbecued burger. Or when you let your favourite popsicle get soft and drip just a tiny bit before you eat it. My mind has melted because this news gives me the chance to watch and own a concert that was 6 years worth waiting for. A concert that was the celebration of musical talents I dreamed of seeing. Yearned to see. A concert I was often heard to remark that I'd "fucking die to see". And it happened on June 30, 2007.

I had picked up The White Stripes third album, "White Blood Cells" in the spring of 2002 in a shitty CD store in mall near my home (for anyone familiar with St. Albert, remember "AV Entertainment"? Yeah, it sucked). I had recently seen the absolutely mesmerizing video for "Fell In Love With A Girl", directed by Michel Gondry, and needed to have whatever album that song came from. Lego had never gotten me so excited. For the whole summer of 2002, I played that disc, and the preceding two albums relentlessly. I couldn't believe how much raw power came from a band with only two members. As the years went on, the Stripes became one of my favourite bands, a band that I would use songs by to represent my own emotions, thoughts and other things I thought would be better expressed by the howling blues-symphony the band created. And then one spring, in April of 2007, the Stripes announced that they would be touring Canada. And not just Vancouver, Toronto and Montreal. But the whole damn country. Every province. Every territory. No Canadian act had ever done it, so they'd be the first of any nationality to accomplish the feat. I had to check the tour schedule, and I wasn't to be disappointed. There it was: "Edmonton - June, 30. Shaw Conference Centre".

Alright, maybe a little hint of disappointment was felt. I mean, a band as great as this, playing in a cave-like auditory graveyard like the Shaw? Granted, Rexall Place would be too artificial and unfriendly, and no promoter would let them play a small venue. I had to really look at the big picture. I mean, the fucking White Stripes were going to be playing Edmonton! When the tour actually started, you could feel that it was going to be something special. Right from the onset, rumours of secret shows started to surface. Then those rumours became fact. The Stripes played on busses, boats, in parks, anywhere. You didn't know where they might play, but there were hints on their message boards. In Edmonton, they played at the Hope Mission's youth shelter, which can be seen in the video here:

And word was coming out that the main shows were becoming legendary experiences. As for my own experience at the Edmonton show, it was marred a bit by my misguided need to witness it with somebody specific who was also at the show. A certain person who has been both the utmost desire and cruel bane of my existence for many years, and only recently whose memory I've now shed from my mind. I kept on trying to look for this person, with whom I could share the wondrous experience, but I never found her. Instead of concentrating on the music, my attention was divided. I'll now never forgive myself for that. This documentary will allow me to at least re-live some of that concert in the way it should have been viewed: by me and for me.

The documentary will show the White Stripes as they are: the truth. And that truth will make an substantial noise.

It Might Get Messy

On August 14th, it may get a little bit out of control. In my mind.

Provided that at theatre in Edmonton carries it, this film may just put me so far over the edge, sonically, visually and emotionally, that I might just lose it. All of it. And I'd be embarrassed if it wasn't because of something immensely awesome, but something less than spectacular. Like have you ever found yourself close to a friend or family member and witness them just wig out for no good reason? Have you ever been just sitting at your desk, checking off items on your menial work task list, when a co-worker explodes in a bat-shit insane rage, throwing paper and random office objects around while uttering a slew of cuss words a mile long, only because the fax number he dialed was busy? Yeah, that's embarrassing. Or maybe it's Thanksgiving, and after you mention to your mother that the turkey "could use a bit of salt or something", she upends the dining table using the strength of ten men, then chases you and the rest of your family around the house with a meat cleaver, uttering vague threats like "I'll show YOU what needs to have a little salt!"? Yeah, that's kind of embarrassing, but also a little scary. Your mom needs help.

Well, I won't feel any embarrassment or awkwardness if I go a little crazy when I see It Might Get Loud. Not only does it have two of my favourite musicians in Jimmy Page and Jack White, but it also has The Edge from U2 thrown in for good measure. It's sure to be a wonderful documentary about two legends and one certainly on his way to gaining that special status. Check out the trailer:



Yeah, I'm pretty much going to look like this for all 97 minutes of the film.

A Legend Has Passed Away

David Carradine has been found dead.

RIP Caine. RIP Bill. You've taken the pebble from our hands, and now it is time for you to leave.

A Riverdale Bachelor No More

Well, he finally did it. Took him damn long enough.

After 600 issues and 67 years, Archibald Andrews has finally made up his effing mind. No longer is he content to dangle his committed affections in front of two lovely ladies. He's made his choice, and he's going for the money.

On the cover of the newest issue of Archie, Archie is shown proposing to Veronica Lodge ("Ronnie" to some, "that rich bitch" to others), while his best pal, Forsythe P. Jones, aka, "Jughead" and Betty Cooper, aka "the blond one that Archie did it with" look on. But there seems to be so much more involved than just this awkward scene. Let's really disect the scene, and try to gain a true understanding of what the story's about, without actually reading the comic.

As with all Archie stories involving him or any of the sub-characters, the cover is always misleading. It has to be, otherwise why would anyone read the comic at all? Mostly the cover involves variations of the following scenarios: Archie looking at girls, Jughead eating, Moose being dumb, Dilton being smart, Reggie being a dick, etc., etc. Pretty boring shit, but it's that shit that's been popular for over half a century. It's an easy read, and it's pure Americana (Americans like static character stereotypes). But this latest cover shows something we thought would never happen: Archie actually getting married, and not dying from contracting numerous fatal sexually-transmitted infections. But the cover only tells a fraction of the story. Let's see if there's anything else going on.

Who the hell proposes in a jewelry store? Did he just buy a ring and then give it to her? This choice of location reeks of Veronica's own agenda rearing it's ugly head. Ronnie has always had a substantial amount of control and power over Archie, and it could be that she tricked him into "looking at rings" at the store, then again, tricked him into proposing by doing that thing girls do. You know, when they say, "why don't you pretend that you're proposing to your future wife?" Then the girls claim they were the actual target, and your proposal is tantamount to a verbal contractual agreement. So she may have just fooled him into asking for her hand. That vile temptress! This is just the type of maleovent scheming Veronica's capable of, and she's now putting her diabolical plan into action, stealing away Archie from the safe, soothing shores of Lake Betty. And she's doing it while Betty watches. How cruel a fate is that?

But wait, let's look at this from another angle. Why is Jughead AND Betty watching from a conveniently located window? Jughead was probably just eating in the food court, getting closer and closer to his life-ending diabetes, heart-failure or complete bodily shutdown from all the food he's ingested, but what's Betty doing there? Perhaps she was stalking him, as I figure she would be. Betty seems like a good girl on the outside, but she may be hiding a true malevolent nature. It's been said that the greatest cruelty can come from the kindest heart, and since Betty is the nicest character, she's probably also bat-shit insane. She's been sick of Archie always dumping her for Ronnie, just so he can use her pool and piss off her dad by humping his daughter and breaking household heirlooms. So Betty stalks him, with the thought that one day, he'll be all hers. "We'll always be together", she says, "and if I can't have him, then no one will!" Classic Fatal Attraction-type dementia. Archie's probably caught on to this behaviour, and since calls to the cops have solved nothing, nor have any restraining orders, he's resorted to one last move before Betty kills him - he'll get married. That should shut Betty up for good, right? I see this story ending in a lot of people dead.

And then there's Jughead. He didn't really chase girls, and I always thought he was gay, so this proposal shouldn't bother him.

So how does this story end? It probably ends with Archie waking up in a cold sweat, thanking the sweet Lord that it was all a dream. He kisses his black book and his box of condoms, and gets back to work, seducing and bedding the impressionable young women of Riverdale. Archie's kind of a whore.

To The Gorge!

I wish I could write a better blog post than this one, but I'm too damn excited. I would have to say that my excitement level is bordering on "6-year-old on Christmas-Eve trying not to pass-out from presents-expectation mania". And if you know me and how often I express emotion (which is basically never), that's a pretty agitated state. Why am I so excited? Because I'm heading off for a week's holiday.

Is it deserved? Probably not. I don't work as an air-traffic controller or a Wall Street day trader, or any other job that requires mandatory vacations to stave off suicide, but I have a holiday, nonetheless. And I'm spending at the Sasquatch Music Festival. I'll be seeing Kings of Leon, Nine Inch Nails, Jane's Addiction, and many, many more (like TV On The Radio, The Walkmen, The Gaslight Anthem, Zach Galifianakis, etc.). You may commence your mean-spirited taunts and shouts of hate towards me any time. I don't mind. Just think, while you're slaving over numbers and spreadsheets or other kinds of mind-numbing minutiae, I'll be enjoying the Gorge Amphitheatre in Washington state. If you look at the picture, I'm sure you can imagine how awesome it will be, and what kind of amazed look I'll have on my face while I'm there. And I know you want to punch that face, but hey, if I was in your position, I'd probably wish violent thoughts, too. Cut me some slack, though. I go on 1.5 vacations a year. You probably go on many more, becuase you think you need to. Every other day, you whine and lament that you "just need to get away for a while", and you ask "why am I working?" or you cry that you "just hate this weather - why do I live here?". You know what? Saying things like that makes me want to punch you. Many times.

So have a great week, and I'll see you when I get back! (That message was for my parents, because I know they're the only ones who read this blog - the rest of you say you do, but you don't, because you still think the internet is for virgin nerds)

Black Goooold!

Since I'm in the market for a new vehicle (I've had mine for three years now. That's like 106 car years), I occasionally glance at car ads in the paper, look at other cars on the road, and sometimes, just sometimes, I actually watch a car commercial. Normally when I watch TV, I usually press 'mute' on the remote and come up with my own dialogue for the car ads. It's just that they're so stupid, and they treat the viewer like a complete moron, so I figure it's fair treatment. I'm sure my dialogue would probably get people more interested in the cars, because I use many hilariously rude phrases and obscenities. It seems like every car commercial is a shitty derivative of the following few scenarios: car dealership has sale and people run frantically to the dealership as if not buying a car right away will give them shitty cancer (colon, or worse). Or, a car is shown driving awesomely down a mountain road, or in a desert, or by the ocean (not seen is the car waiting in a KFC line, being driven by some lard ass waiting for a 20-piece-all-for-him bucket). Or there's some happy family who's lives have been made a zillion times better now that they've got a mini-van which has a shut-the-kids-up DVD player. All car commercials now have ridiculously fradulent scenarios and you're an idiot if any commercial actually makes you want to buy a car.

But there was a time when the car commercial was a thing of beauty, something to look at and thank god you lived in the sexy '70s or excessive '80s. Commercials that just made you want to buy that car, go to a disco and have anonymous sex with just about anything, as long as it had plenty of body hair. Whilst perusing the internet today, I just happened to come across this beauty. Jalopnik has a great article on this perhaps being the worst car commercial ever, but they're wrong. It drips with a shimmering sexual prowess, a fuzzy lip-trimmed ferocity. Plus, it has light-up displays for car-related things.


Good god. If I was a female, this commercial would certainly seduce me, have sex with me, impregnate me, and then speed away, never to be seen from again, except maybe during a chance encounter on a beach in South Miami. But since I'm a man, it only makes me dream. Dream of a better time when commercials looked like this. Dream of another life where I could have an intense moustache and an equally intense stare that just erodes the clothes off women. A dream of driving this Datsun with the California coast or Manhattan skyline in the background, doing a line of blow off of a hot blonde, who's named Candy or Amber, her hand jammed between my legs while my own hand feverishly grips the gear-shift, all while my speed increases faster and faster towards infinity.

Sadly, the commercials of today don't give me cause to dream. Their ads touch upon things I just don't care about. I don't care about child safety. I don't care about 12 airbags. I don't care about storage capacity. There's nothing sexy about fucking storage capacity. I care about looking like Alfred Molina in "Boogie Nights", picking up random girls who could be hookers but I'm too high to know for sure, and ramming the gas pedal through the floor while "Splash Wave" from Outrun plays for all eternity.

Reality always wins, though. I'll probably end up with a Focus.

Another Shining Example Of Television Quality

Being a Shaw TV customer for my whole life, it was strange for me to hear that my parents went with Telus TV when they moved to their new house two years ago. Our house grew up with Shaw, we laughed, learned and lived with Shaw. I memorized the channels and had to re-memorize whenever a channel moved. I watched with rapt attention at the exhilarating hours of enjoyment that only watching a simple fireplace or Thanksgiving turkey could give, all thanks to Shaw. But Telus? Could they give the same amount of picture tube love and shoddy customer service that Shaw regularly gave? Alright, so Telus already has a lock on treating customers like retarded lepers through their phone services, but I want quality TV programming and channel selection. Would Telus meet my expectations? Would Telus offer me only the finest TV this great world has to offer? Unfortunately, no. But fortunately for Telus, it's not their fault. It's the fault of one specialty channel that's only contributing to the TV quality watershed mark.

Having recently made a life-altering decision in my life (going back to school), I've found myself once again living with my parents (a post on this topic will come soon). Since TV is a massive part of my life because of it's regular spewing of popular culture and my need to lap that culture up, I was interested to see what Telus could offer where Shaw could not. To my grand disappointment, I noticed some channels were missing like AMC and Encore Avenue (no first-run Mad Men this summer? No unedited movies? Fuck that!). I also noticed some channels that I've never watched but heard of, like G4 TV. Primarily a channel for tech dorks, it features shows on video gaming, video game reviews, video game news, and some other things that may or may not include video games. Now I'm not a gamer per se, mostly because I'm too interested in girls, but I was once an avid gamer as a kid (Blockbuster Video Game Store Champion, 1994), so I watch the channel every now and then. One show that everybody should see is Attack of the Show. Not because it has groundbreaking information and entertainment value, but because it has Olivia Munn as a co-host. Good God, she's hot. And she blogs! I mean, look at her!

But it's not all geeks and hot ladies on G4. There's also this piece of garbage, which features morons.

Hurl! is a blatant attempt at gross-out entertainment, or gross-tainment. The name describes the premise of the show as straight-forward as possible. Contestants eat food. They do physical stuff. They hurl! Woah! As the Hurl! website describes it, it's "...representing an entirely new type of competition, HURL! combines speed-eating with intense physical challenges all designed to shake up the competitors...it's an eating competition with an extreme sports chaser!" Basically, the show has dudes, mostly frat-douchebag-idiot types, and some girls who really thought "being on TV" would be awesome, that gorge on shitty food like mac and cheese, then try not to barf while they go on a carnival ride or something like that. Now, as we know, Americans love to watch people gorge themselves on food, like some kind of patriotic and competitive "fuck you" to starving people elsewhere in the world, but this show is going too far. Check out this captivating video!

Yeah. There's no doubt. This is the worst show on television. This is even worse than Toddlers & Tiaras, and that show pretty much just caters to pedophiles and psycho mothers. The inherent problem is that we have to look at what we really find amusing and entertaining. Do we as a society find throwing up to be that entertaining, as long as it's not us? Who has ever seen a child throw up at the supermarket, only to think, "Fuck! That's hilarious! The image and the smell really made my day!" Have you ever had a friend complain of a stomach virus or flu, and you asked them if you could film it, because shit, you had a tough day and could use a laugh? Puking is only funny in a couple situations, like when a fat guy enters a pie-eating contest to get revenge on his fellow townsfolk. Or when kids take a carnival ride after eating chewing tobacco. It's certainly not funny when you start drinking at noon one day, then after playing some late night poker, your friend convinces you to pound shots of Butter Ripple Schnapps, and you vomit all over the back interior of the car driving you home (sorry Joe, and thanks a lot Greg).

So what's really the attraction here? Are we getting so mentally challenged that we've now resorted to bodily rejections as entertainment? How low will TV slide into cultural depths even Philistines would consider beneath them? Because of these types of shows, and our increasing tendency to reward the stupid, are we expanding the ever-widening quality gap between good and disturbingly bad? So much so that people will no longer value the good? Are we inching closer and closer to this type of show?

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I hope not, for our sakes. But from the looks of it, we're steering that way. For fuck's sake, Hurl! is a show about people eating massive amounts of food, then trying not to throw up. Hell, I can watch that happen live every Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. Obviously, the only solution to these types of television abortions is to not watch. Yes, I know you want to, but don't. If we can tank the ratings, then hopefully it gets pulled. If you can ignore Hurl! I'll let you watch The Hills without making fun of you. And you know I want to, and you know you deserve it.

The Eleven Worst Things We're Doing On Facebook

I've been a Facebook user for over two years now, and I can honestly say that it's probably going to soon replace the television as the one technological "device" that parents will warn their children about. Not that it will make your eyes bad if you use it too often, or that kids will learn bad behavioural traits by emulating what they see, but rather that they will become stupider while using Facebook.

My mom always used to warn my sister and I that we shouldn't watch too much TV, but instead go outside or read more. Mostly, she just wanted us to help out with household duties instead of watching cartoons. She held firm to the belief that we'd slowly become "as dumb as a bag of hammers" as we got older if we continued to be obsessed by television. Thankfully, my mom was incorrect in her assertion, but at least her intentions were sincere. I know that what my mom really wanted us to do was to break away from the vice-like grip of the picture tube and really understand the world around us (somehow helping out around the house did this, I guess). Mom knew that eventually, if we couldn't associate with anything outside the realm of even a lowly sitcom, then we were doomed to become what TV panders to the most: the lowest common denominator. When one occupies their time with a sole medium, it stands to reason that the worst of that medium slowly becomes the standard. Eventually, TV will no longer be able to provide the viewer with the best all the time, so gradually, the worst becomes the best. People who watch so much TV will watch just about anything at a point, no matter how contrived or retarded it is (hence, The Hills).

And that's what Facebook has become. So many people use it constantly and religiously, that stupid things or behaviours that they may have avoided when they first starting using, now have become the normal routine. The worst has become the standard.

Here are the Eleven Worst Things We're Doing On Facebook. And when I say "we're", I mostly mean "you're". You're doing them mostly because you're lazy, but also because you're not really thinking that much on Facebook anyways. I'm doing pretty well, even for being an idiot.

11. "Confirming", but not attending

Everyone has been invited to about a billion and one things, and nobody cares anymore about any event they don't have a vested interest in. So what do we do? We confirm our attendance with no intention of attending. What does that do? Inflates the potential attendance numbers and gets the host all excited. If you're doing this, stop. You're being a jerk, and making the host feel sad (and pathetic).

10. Inviting everybody to everything

An alternate version of number 10 is people who invite everyone on their friends list to every event, regardless of where their friends live. Guess what, Mensa candidates, I don't live in Toronto, or BC or anywhere else. I live in Edmonton. That means I'll probably only attend things in Edmonton (to be fair, I probably won't attend some Edmonton things if I have to drive far). So stop inviting me to things like your "Struggling Student Art Fair and Luncheon" in Winnipeg. I'm not fucking going.

9. Actually reading the ads on the right sidebar

If you're at a point where the ads on the right are actually becoming interesting or perhaps worth doing, you're getting stupider. "28 Year Old Millionaire"? "New Workout Secrets"? "Get A Hot Girlfriend/Meet Women With Money"? Ooh, these sound great! I'm sure the last one really works. I'm sure I'd love to tell people that I met my girlfriend through a Facebook ad, or that a really rich woman resorted to FB as a dating service. How many of these ads are really fronts for prostitution, I wonder.

8. Poking people

Are you still doing this? Stop it. Now. Send a message, lazy. This needs to be removed, like the way "giving gifts" was taken out. All this proves is that you can continue performing a monotonous task. Monkeys can complete monotonous tasks. Hell, even mice can.

7. Tagging a picture, which has the back of someone's head

Pretty self-explanatory. Thanks for the photo tag of my back side. It totally proves that I was at that event/activity, but doesn't prove that you like me enough to ask me to pose for a picture face-forwards.

6. The Living Social application

We've all grown up on music video countdown shows, top ten lists and likes and dislikes on our yearbooks. We love rating things and letting everyone else know what we love or hate with a blind passion. However, the Living Social app is fucking clogging up my homepage! Nobody cares what your "top five Hilary Duff films" are. Someone explain to me what the Living Social application is doing that our "Info" section isn't doing? Huh? I guess it doesn't let you proclaim what you hate, and we love letting people know the "5 worst countries to live in"! Take that Haiti!

5. Posting a viral video months after it was popular

Yes, I posted "Jizz In My Pants", but I did it the week it came out last December. You posted it last week. We all love viral videos, but they're viral for a reason: Everybody on the planet has seen it, gotten an email about it or dreamt about it. You're not awesome because you can paste a Youtube link. Chances are that when you post a video, 20% of your friends already did it weeks ago. Sadly, that means you lose.

4. Becoming a fan of something obvious or idiotic

These are getting out of hand, and incredibly retarded. "Amy is a fan of sleeping" REALLY AMY? You're a fan of sleeping? Hot fucking damn! So am I! Let's be friends forever! And you're also a fan of eating! Woah! That's so awesome, because I thought I was the only one. Be a fan of bands, movies, etc. Don't be a fan of living, because that's pretty damn obvious.

3. Saying you "like" this

This is one of the dumbest additions to Facebook, yet it's popularity seems to have overcome its stupidity. The problem is that too many people are just clicking "like this" because they have nothing of value to contribute. They are bereft of any intelligent comment. "John had an amazing night tonight!" Rick likes this. What the hell are you liking, Rick? There are no details there. "Susan posted a link - Thousands of refugees flee war-torn Thailand" Jane likes this. You're fucking sick, Jane.

2. Bad spelling, grammar and internet lingo
Does anyone actually look at what they type before they hit enter? Ever? What are you, five? Spelling and grammar can't be stressed enough, and you hear everyone complain about it (whether they're culprits or not), but it's still happening. Things like mistaking "your" and "you're", "to" and "too" and "they're", "their" and "there". Misspelling words like "definately" and "rediculus". Using "lol" after every fucking thing you say, like you're some delirious lunatic (really, are you actually laughing out loud all the time?). Stop contributing to the dumbing down of the internet. It doesn't need your help.

1. The Status Update/"What's On Your Mind"

The worst thing that you're doing on Facebook is what was once the status update bar. It seems that our lives have become so mundane, so banal, that even the simplest and most innocuous are supposed to be interesting to your friends. A sub-list of the worst status updates:

- status-baiting (Sam is excited! EXCITED FOR WHAT, SAM? WHY WON'T YOU TELL US?)
- counting down from too many days out (Jack can't wait for Mexico! Only 108 days away! Ooh! I'm excited for you too, Jack! Three and a half months from now, I'll be really jealous. In the meantime, I'll try to care)
- inspirational updates (If you write one after a tough day to lift up your spirits, sure. If you're writing one every day, you're a douchebag and nobody likes you).
- some random shit nobody understands (Julia peeps ur kewl bandies. What the fuck does that even mean?)
- what you're doing right now! (Matt is eating beans. Melissa is watching House. Thanks for the updates, dickwads. Scintillating stuff)

Basically, use the "what's on your mind" bar to tell people what's on your mind. Don't bore everyone with the stupid everyday details. That's what Twitter's for.

Facebook was designed to get people in touch with one another, much like the early televisions did. But now, we're way past that. We're now so caught up with the apparent need to be on Facebook, that we've thrown out any of the original goals. Facebook has de-evolved into a haven for the lazy, the thoughtless and the uninspired. Facebook has seen it's glory days, and now they're over. All we can really do now is look at other people's pictures, maybe quote a song every now and then, write a short piece about whatever, and just make fun of everything and everyone. You're supposed to be using Facebook to impress people, not facilitating their ridicule of you.

True Patriot Love - Part One

I'd like to introduce a new feature here on Rhymes With Tyler - True Patriot Love. Each feature of TPL will focus on a piece of pop culture history that's purely Canadian, or at least has a strong Canadian tie. From The Raccoons and Canada Dry Cranberry Ginger Ale, to Test Pattern and Video & Arcade Top Ten, I'll be writing about true pop culture Canadiana. Which is basically whatever I watched on Canadian TV or ate in my formative pop culture years (1985-1996). Truth be told, I always get a sense of patriotic pride whenever I see or read about these things, and I'm hoping so will you.

I wrote a pilot article last July entitled "That's Enough Already, K-Tel", which was my rant about K-Tel, the Canadian record compilation and shitty product peddling giant. K-Tel pretty much ran a monopoly on record compilations from the 1970's on, churning out album after album with no regard for human auditory misery. Their iron grip on the industry loosened a bit with the efforts of one man. Nay, one incredibly awesome British DJ! Chris Sheppard!

Alright, he wasn't actually a Brit, but damn if his fake accent didn't throw you off. Chris Sheppard was actually a leading figure in the Canadian dance music scene from the 80's to the end of the 90's, and he was an omnipresent force in the record industry in this country. I mean, it seemed for a while that there wasn't a week that went by that didn't have a new Chris Sheppard complation album come out. Destination Dance Floor, Club Cutz, Groove Station and my personal favourite, Pirate Radio Sessions. All with volumes 1 through a fucking billion. Every time I'd watch MuchMusic, there he'd be in the commercial break, with some new album we just had to buy, or else. After a while, it just got sad. I could almost predict the next commercial would be him saying something like "Chris Sheppard's Bunch of Tunes with Annoying Bass Lines and Stupid Chicks Singing The Same Shitty Chorus! Volume 32! Buy my album! I'm living in a trailer!" This commercial is the icing on the cake - Chris Sheppard in his heyday. I can't believe that he stated, without hyperbole, that that particular compilation is the best compilation in music history! Craaaaaazy! It did have The Real McCoy on it, I suppose.

Seriously, though, what was up with that accent? Years have gone by, and all I can think about when someone says "Hey dork, remember Chris Sheppard?", is his accent. Check out this video, and then this one. Did he honestly have that accent for his "persona"? People hate it when other people talk in accents that suck, for no reason other than to get attention, or that it makes them laugh. I used to work with a guy who'd start talking in some shitty British-Scottish-Douche mix, and I honestly wanted him to fall into a vat of corrosive industrial chemicals. Kind of like the chemicals the Joker fell into, but instead of creating a criminal mastermind, they'd just disinegrate skin and bone. Nobody EVER likes a fake accent. Faking a Swedish accent to make fun of customers in IKEA? Ok, sure. Faking an obnoxious French accent at a party with cute girls? No dice, moron.

Chris Sheppard has since retired and is living in Toronto, but even though I never bought or listened to any of his albums, be it a compilation, a BKS or Love Inc. album, he has a place in true pop culture Canadiana. For his stupid accent, his mind-numbing albums and that annoying "Broken Bones" song I had to hear 8 billion times at the bar, Chris Sheppard, you have earned some True Patriot Love.

Pointless Nostalgia 8: Snack Fruit Is Always The Sweetest

No, the picture to the left is not of a character from Alien Nation. Nor is it a vampire that's just been stabbed with a vial of the anticoagulant EDTA by Blade. Nope, it's just some kid that's had an extreme reaction to a lunchtime treat, and from the looks of it, a bad allergic reaction.

This edition of Pointless Nostalgia brings us back to school, and more specifically, the lunch hour we always looked forward to while there. While we were incarcerated in our provincially-sponsored educational jails, the few times we had to have a little fun on our own were cherished as the temporal treasures they were. From kindergarten to Grade 9, recess (short or long), gym class (for the athletic) or field trips (fun ones, not educational ones) provided a much needed respite to allow kids to be kids, that is, act stupid. Lunch was another one of those treasured times, but it wasn't the kids who got to act stupid. It was the parents. The parents who packed their kids' lunches.

Today I had to pop into Safeway to pick up a few things, when I found myself wandering aimlessly, as I often do at Safeway (there's just so much to look at!). I really like to watch people in all their grocery shopping glory and make internal comments about their choices. Mostly, I try to mentally urge overweight people to put away the 24-packs of pop. That's packs, as in many more than one. After catching a glimpse of an attractive lady, I stumbled into the aisle that had some nutritious things, like bran bars and other stuff that tastes like flavoured nut and particle board. In amongst the healthy and tasty snack façade, I saw something I thought went the way of Gene Siskel.

Gushers were still being made? And people were still buying this shit?

For the uninitiated, Gushers are one of many "fruit" snacks that claimed to be a good substitute for candy in children's lunches or any time that kids clamoured for a sugary treat. While it may be true that the snack contained Vitamin C (25% of the daily recommended, in fact), basically it was candy, just in a different form. Looking at this nutritional panel, one pack contained 13 grams of sugar. Sure, they're not Dunkaroos, but come on. If any parent bought these, and thought it would be a good source of nutrition, then they've failed the test of parenting, and repo men should be by shortly to repossess their children. No, Gushers were candy, and nobody should be fooled into thinking they're something different.

Also, they tasted like shit.

Seriously, I hated Gushers and their stupid commercials. The way the "juice" squirted into your mouth after biting was a rather disgusting sensation. However, since I grew up through the eighties and early nineties, I experienced the heyday of fruit snack development and selection. I yearn for the days when there was a plethora of fruit snacks that looked like stuff, or were based on things. Back then, fruit snacks were another juvenile status symbol, like name-brand clothing and top-of-the-line school supplies. If you had the best fruit snacks, the coolest lunchtime edibles, then you could be a god. And I'm sure if God ate fruit snacks, he'd eat any one of the following:

Probably the very first ever-versatile fruit snack was Fruit Roll-Ups. Every kid has eaten a Fruit Roll-up in North America. It's a part of our culture. In fact, I think you have to name at least three flavours on the American citizenship test. If you didn't have FRUs at some point in your school year, you might as well have been a leper or someone who wears Levi's Orange Tabs. After FRUs got a little boring, Betty Crocker decided to make "pop-outs", where kids could pop shapes out and play with them. That was pretty much as stupid as it sounds. It's a malleable jelly sheet, it's not an action figure.

In the late eighties/early nineties, Betty Crocker rolled out Fruit By The Foot, which was exactly like Fruit Roll-Ups, but longer! It boasted "3 feet of fun!" FBTF was pretty cool, mostly for the fact that you could whip your friends with it. However, I went to a Catholic school, and using the excuse "I'm pretending to whip Jesus" doesn't tend to go over that well. (commercial).

Among the many "shaped" fruit snacks out there, there was one that soared above the rest and rained flavour bombs on their homes. Thunder Jets Fruit Snacks. Sure, anyone could eat dinosaurs, gummi bears, sharks or whatever popular kids' TV show or movie was out at the time, but only the bravest children could eat fruit snacks shaped after jet-planes. Seems now like a blatant attempt to get boys to eat fruit (of any nature), but methinks there's an underlying attempt by the Air Force to get entrenched into kids' psyches early on. I know when I ate these, I just wanted to buzz the tower and play some shirtless volleyball.

But the greatest fruit snack of them all proved the age-old saying: "Kids like candy, moron". So what better way to disguise a fruit snack, then by fashioning it after pop? Enter Sodalicious. Every kid likes pop (except for the diabetics), so this was a natural move. Kids like the idea of having pop as a snack, and parents are dumb enough to believe that this should be a part of a healthy lunch. Look at the commercial! The memories! Who doesn't remember squawking the same "So, Sodalicious!" line over and over again? And everybody had their favourite flavour. Out of the flavours like Cherry, Cola and Orange, I think everyone had a special place in their hearts for Root Beer. If anyone anywhere has some Sodalicious still in a cupboard or something, I'll give up my first born child for it. Please note that the odds are slim on a child being conceived by me any time soon (on purpose, anyway), so I'll probably just end up threatening you for them.

Watchmen Update!

Last post I pondered whether or not the new film "Watchmen" could live up to the universe-crushing amount of hype surrounding it prior to its release.

After seeing it on Friday, I needed the last few days to digest, decompress and calm the fuck down. Because I can say without hyperbole, that it lived up to the hype, times ELEVENTY-BILLION INFINITY.

Yeah, it was pretty good. So good that an image of the film now graces my office computer, and that's a HUGE deal. I don't just blanket my monitor with shitty Microsoft stock images. I only want the best when I turn on my screen, so that I can begin the day feeling a bit more awesome than when I arrived at work.

So why are you still reading this? If you're at work, leave! If you're at school, absolutely leave! If you're at home, leave, then get a job. Get out to your closest theatre and prepare to get your nuts smashed.

Who's Watching The Watchmen?

In a few hours, I will be watching the 'Watchmen'. And I hate the fact that I've had to wait so long to see this film. I just hate time so much.

As a big fan of the graphic novel that made it's debut in 12 issues between 1986 and 1987, I have been looking forward to this film like any other average fan. I haven't been sleeping well. I haven't really been eating (that might set me apart from a lot of fans, actually. A lot of fans are fat.). I've been thinking about this film, the characters, the script, the directing, whether or not the craft services were good, if the grips did their jobs well, if I can make any good Halloween costumes from this, etc., etc. Basically, because of this film, I've been making myself stupid...more so than usual.

Back in July, I posted the first trailer for Watchmen, and I asked myself some very important questions. Questions like, "Will 'Watchmen' give me the same neural orgasm that '300' did? Will 'Watchmen' have the same grossly exaggerated amount of slow-motion scenes, possibly making the movie 6 1/2 hours long? Will I have to go to the bathroom during the middle of it, forcing me to contemplate whether or not I have to piss myself in order to avoid missing a single second? Will this film live up to the planet-crushing amount of hype?"

These questions will be answered tonight, especially the last and most important one. Now, I am not a rabid fanboy. I'm not a fan with such a distorted sense of entitlement and reality that I believe that every single moviemaker owes me because I bought a book. No, I haven't been blowing up the internets for the last year with my opinion about the film because I'm just a guy who likes films. However, I know when a film adaptation's been done right and when it's been done horribly wrong. The Dark Knight? Just wonderful. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? Baby vomit.

I do believe that certain films become victims to their own hype, and few actually rise above (see Dark Knight), but the common problem is that many films aren't that bad at all, they just succumb to the immense weight of the accumulated hype and impossible expectations of the rabid masses. Will 'Watchmen' rise above? Only time will tell.

Let's have a look at some other films that I've anxiously awaited night and day for, and how they fared in my opinion.

Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999): I waited years for the first episode of Star Wars, and I nearly killed someone in rage after seeing it. Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good. Jar Jar Binks ruined two generations of fans who loved the 'Wars, and George Lucas proved that he wasn't the Midas of the film world.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), The Two Towers (2002) and The Return of the King (2003): As a long-time fan of the books I started reading at an early age, I was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown before each film of the trilogy came out, and nearly died from anticipation for the next. After "King" came out, I went through a small bit of film depression because there were no films to look forward to. Were they worth it? You bet your sweet ass they were. Jar Jar Binks isn't going to win a fucking Best Picture Oscar, is he? IS HE?

Sin City (2005): I'm really into the graphic novel adapations, so upon hearing that they were making this series into a film back in 2004, I nearly went into a catatonic state. Lucky for me, I'm not that fucked up. I saw it four times in the theatres, I have two copies of the DVD, and I dressed as "Kevin" for Halloween that year. Yeah, I'd say it was pretty good in my eyes.

Transformers (2007): If there's any film that has had more hype and buildup than this film, I've yet to see it. My generation, that is, the generation that grew up with the Transformers cartoons, had all the action figures and slept with Transformers bedsheets, were merciless in our demands for this film. It had to be absolutely perfect and it couldn't mess with our beloved childhood memories (because I'm sure there'd be dork riots if it did, right?). After getting all stupid over this film up until its release date, I found that afterwards, I was just content. Nobody fucked it up that badly, but it wasn't going to make me buy new sheets.

Speed Racer (2008): I was getting my face set for stunned for this film. I wrote about the trailer giving me wet dreams in high-definition colour and sound, and I couldn't believe that directors as weird and talented as the Wachowski brothers were helming the ship on this one. I mean, this was fucking Speed Racer! I cursed the fact that time was in my way of seeing this movie.

Funny thing, is that I actually didn't see Speed Racer. And haven't seen it. Oops.

A New Beginning In Springfield

It practically went unnoticed by the general population, but definitely not by those who have followed the show since its inception into the collective consciousness of the world in 1989.

This past Sunday, The Simpsons ran a new opening credit sequence.
If you're a long-time worshipper of the show like me, then this is something HUGE. Sure, it might be only the opening credits and not an episode, but the opening of The Simpsons is undeniably legendary and iconic, particularly for my generation. Notwithstanding the gag changes (Bart's blackboard gag, the couch gag) and some special in-episode credits ("The Thompsons" from ep 9F22, Bart gets fat from GABF11) the main animation sections stayed constant.

Sunday's new opening sequence contained many of the same elements, but was lengthened to just about 2 minutes, and also included many characters, some new, and some updated. According to TVguide.ca, the change was a celebratory, as the episode marked the first time The Simpsons was cast in high-definition. Check it out:


Do I like it? Yes. Yes, I do. It's always good to keep fresh, and even though The Simpsons hasn't been fresh since the Spice Girls were relative unknowns, it's a bold move, one that I hope is accepted by moderate fans and psycho fans worldwide.

Speaking of the Simpsons not being relevant since "Apollo 13" delighted theatre audiences, I'd like to take the opportunity to dig up a post I wrote over two years ago on another blog site, that I'm no longer writing for. I was worried that this post was lost forever, but it's been found (thanks Greg!)! The following outlines my favourite Simpsons episodes. Enjoy!

[Except from article orginally posted by me on www.thirtylives.com on November 26, 2006]

Chris Turner, who wrote the richly encompassing Simpsons saga, Planet Simpson, stated that the best years, the "Golden Era", was the absolute genius involved in Seasons 4 through 9. I wholeheartedly agree. Therefore, as a sort of "antibacterial cleanser for the sense of humour", I give you my top five favourite episodes of all-time. It should be of no surprise that they are all from Seasons 4 or 5. Undoubtably, those seasons, and the rest to Season 9, represent the very best of this legendary television program. I consider my life to have improved after watching these marvels.

5) Deep Space Homer (Season Five, Episode 1F13, Written By David Mirkhin / Transcript)

One of the best "Homer has another job" episodes (another show mentioned later takes the prize). Razor-sharp writing, pacing and inspired references transcend into beautifully crafted assaults on the knee-jerk hysteria of the news media, the irrelevance of NASA, and the evolution of the TV father figure. Everything here is comic gold, and not by the two sweetest words in the English language: Default.

Favourite Quote - Kent Brockman: "Ladies and gentlemen, uh, we've just lost the picture, but what we've seen speaks for itself. The Corvair spacecraft has apparently been taken over, 'conquered' if you will, by a master race of giant space ants. It's difficult to tell from this vantage point whether they will consume the captive Earthmen or merely enslave them. One thing is for certain: there is no stopping them; the ants will soon be here. And I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords. I'd like to remind them as a trusted TV personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves."

4) Homer The Heretic (Season Four, Episode 9F01, Written By George Meyer / Transcript

We interrupt your regular programming to bring you a wonderful episode. In what is an excellent comment on the validity of all religious orders to be kind and generous to its fellow human, this episode really shines in the writing. The jokes are small, but numerous and quick, and the ending, which in the wrong hands could have resulted in a Hallmark-esque disaster, becomes utterly charming. I'm taking everyone's side here: Homer, Flanders, the Water Department, and God.

Favourite Quote - Homer: Kids, let me tell you about another so-called "wicked" guy. He had long hair and some wild ideas, and he didn't always do what other people thought was right. And that man's name was... I forget. But the point is... well, I forget that too--Marge, you know who I'm talking about. He used to drive that blue car?

3) Cape Feare (Season 5, Episode 9F22, Written By Jon Vitti / Transcript

When you can make walking into nine rakes actually funny, then you've achieved legendary status, as this ep has. An obvious homage to Cape Fear, this episode has it all: incredibly witty writing, a great musical number (cheers for Gilbert & Sullivan), the emergence of a great character in Sideshow Bob, and plenty of hilarious references. An absolute must see for any fans of the Simpsons, or the "Thompsons".

Favourite Quote - Marge: [ruefully] We've left it all behind. How can you make a clean break with your life? Homer: Relax, Marge, I tied up all the loose ends before we left. [Scene change to Simpsons' old house] Abe: [knocking] Hello-o? Hello-o! You have my pills! Hello-o?[meekly] I'm cold, and there are wolves after me. [Howling is heard in the distance]

2) Marge Vs. The Monorail (Season 4, Episode 9F10, Written By Conan O'Brien / Transcript

The runner-up in my top five poll is simply one of the best of the best. Conan O'Brien wrote only a handful of episodes, but his masterstroke is this episode, brimming with comedic glee and super-crisp dialogue. From the Flintstones spoof beginning, to the escalator to nowhere ending, this episode shoots comedic gold at a rapid-fire pace, daring you to keep up. The cosmic ballet goes on, and will the humour of this episode for years to come.

Favourite Quote - Marge: Homer, there's a man here who thinks he can help you! Homer: Batman? Marge: No, he's a scientist. Homer: Batman's a scientist. Marge: It's not Batman!

1) Last Exit To Springfield (Season 4, Episode 9F15, Written By Jay Kogen & Wallace Wolodarsky / Transcript

This is the one. The absolute best (according to me). This shouldn't be of any surprise to the big Simpsons fans out there, as this episode has topped many 'best of' lists. And it should. It's as close to perfection as you will get in an episode, on any comedic television series. Homer as a union boss, "Lisa needs braces - Dental plan!", the Big Book Of British Smiles, the best of times - the "blurst of times", hired goons and on and on and on. This is what comedy is in it's most pure form. It's a legend. It should be knighted, or bestowed upon it sainthood. This is television turned up to 11. And I wish there were more like it - we as a planet would be better off.

Favourite Quote (among many) - Kent:Homer, organised labour has been called a lumbering dinosaur. Homer: (scared) AAAAH! Kent: Um, my director is asking me not to talk to you anymore. Homer: Woohoo!

That's my top five. What are your favourite episodes? Moments? Quotes?

The Day The Music Died

A long, long time ago. 50 years ago today. February 3, 1959.

A concert tour called the "Winter Dance Party" was enjoying big successes through the US Midwest, despite the frigid temperatures and poor travelling schedules. Featuring a very popular lineup of up-and-coming musicians, it included Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, J.P. Richardson (aka "The Big Bopper") and Dion & The Belmonts. The cold weather may not have been affecting the attendance, but it was creating havoc on the artists' tour bus, causing malfunctions in its heating system. Frostbite and illness were starting to afflict much of the traveling crew. When an extra show was added to the schedule in Clear Lake, Iowa, band members, especially Buddy Holly, succumbed to their frustrations with the malfunctioning bus and looked for other means of transportation. Holly, needing to get fresh laundry before the next performance, made arrangements with local pilot Roger Peterson to fly three people to Minnesota for $36 each.

J.P. Richardson had the flu, so he urged Waylon Jennings to let him fly instead of anguishing in an ice-cold bus, to which Jennings agreed. Richie Valens wished to fly as well, and won a coin toss with one of Holly's bandmates. Dion DiMucci from Dion & The Belmonts couldn't afford the cost of the flight. When the plane took off, it carried the pilot Peterson, Holly, Valens and Richardson. It never made it to Minnesota.

The plane crash cost the lives of everyone on board, and was the first high-profile music celebrity crash. Every artist was under the age of 30, Richardson being 29, Holly was 22, and Valens was only 18. The tragedy devastated the music industry and shattered the illusion that popular artists, at times worshipped and idolized, were invincible demi-gods. It was a loss of innocence, a loss of talent, and a loss of out-of-touch reality. The incident has been cause for creation, however, as seen in Don McLean's famous 1971 song, "American Pie".

If only this crash was the only one to claim the lives of talented artists, but there have been more. Here are some other famous musicians to have tragically lost their lives in aviation accidents.

Patsy Cline: March 5, 1963. Patsy, famous for her hit "Crazy", was killed along with artists Cowboy Copas, Hawkshaw Hawkins and Cline's manager when their plane crashed in a forest during bad weather conditions outside Camden, Tennessee.

Otis Redding: December 10, 1967. Three days after recording "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay", his best-known hit, Otis, along with four members of his Bar-Kays band, were killed when their plane crashed in Lake Monoma near Madison, Wisconsin.

Jim Croce: September 20, 1973. "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" was skyrocketing Jim to the top when he crashed into a tree while failing to take off in Louisiana.

Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines and Cassie Gaines of Lynyrd Skynyrd: October 20, 1977. A pilot's error of miscalculating the amount of fuel in the plane caused the crash that killed many members of the immensely popular band just outside Gillsburg, Mississippi.

Randy Rhoads: March 19, 1982. The seemingly infinitely talented Rhoads, playing in Ozzy Osbourne's band, was killed along with two others when the plane he was riding in clipped Ozzy's tour bus during a botched "bus buzz".

John Denver: October 12, 1997. While flying his own experimental plane near Monterrey, California, Denver made a pilot error causing his own demise.

Aaliyah: August 25, 2001. Instead of celebrating my birthday, Aaliyah was killed after leaving a video shoot in the Bahamas. The plane she was in was overloaded and the pilot had traces of cocaine and alcohol in his system.

A Trip Down Remembery Lane: 2008 Edition

Yes, I did just look at my calendar, and yes, I do know that it's January 29th. Is it too late to do a "remember last year? I do, and here's some highlights because I know you care" post? I don't think it's too late. It's still January, right? Hey, this is a yearly tradition, so just sit back, adjust your reading glasses (and clean them too, they're filthy) and enjoy.

How can I best sum up 2008? A daunting task if I may say so. 2008 was an emotional year, I'll say that. There were some dizzying highs, some very rough lows, and as always, the consistent creamy middles. Now that the year's over, what effect on me did it ultimately have? Now that's the $64,000 question. I'd love to say that since another year's gone by, that I've grown wiser by a year, that I've come to a maturity level 366 days greater than this time last year, and that I've progressed occupationally by 52 weeks. I'd love to say that, but I can't. I can say that I've become a tad more emotional in the past year, mostly due to a very important person in my life changing the distance between us from minutes to nine time zones. I still talk to myself, I still make fun of others to make up for my own issues, and I still seem to lock my keys in my truck.

But you know what? You don't care, and neither do I. Nobody said at the start of 2008 that "personal growth" was required before 2009. Things happen, people change, and time flies. That's life. The only constant year to year? The Edmonton Oilers still frustrate the shit out of me, but I can't stop loving them.

Now, on to the memories! This year, I'm giving the top prize a cheap plastic trophy! Hooray!


BEST EYE-GASM: In Bruges

There were a shat load of great films in 2008, but I'll have to say that the film that flew under the radar and really shouldn't have, was this gem from director Martin McDonagh. An incredibly well-written dark comedy with outstanding performances, it features a murdered kid, a hooker and coke-obsessed midget and the most boring beautiful town in Europe. And I couldn't have enjoyed it more!

Participant Ribbons: The Bank Job, Be Kind Rewind, The Dark Knight, RocknRolla, Slumdog Millionaire, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, The Wrestler

BEST EAR-GASM: Into Your Lungs - Hey Rosetta!

Basically, no other album has generated more happiness, brought me through more times of sadness and boredom and kicked more ass than these Newfies. Leader Tim Baker has more talent in his dead skin flakes than most musicians out there. I predict this band will get very, VERY... somewhat noticed by the masses. And that will be a huge, unforgivable crime. They should be at least bigger than Akon. Damn Akon. He sucks.

Participant Ribbons: Beck - Modern Guilt, Black Mountain - In The Future, Constantines - Kensington Heights, The Hold Steady - Stay Positive, TV On The Radio - Dear Science, Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer

BEST CONCERT-GASM - Hey Rosetta! and Two Hours Traffic (Pawn Shop, Nov 10)

I shall repeat the comment I made on Facebook the moment I came home from this show: "If War and Peace was an epic, then tonight's Hey Rosetta! and Two Hours Traffic show was 10 War and Peace's worth of epic." Enough said. (Hey Rosetta! also played with The Coast on June 26. That show was 10 Ben Hur's worth of epic)

Participant Ribbons - Bedouin Soundclash with Shad K (Grant MacEwan, Apr 4 - First show I planned!), Every act at COCA (Ottawa, June 6-11), Bloc Party with Shout Out Out Out Out (Edmonton Events Centre, Sep 9), Bedouin Soundclash and Hey Ocean! (Edmonton Event Centre, Oct 25), The Australian Pink Floyd Show (Winspear, Dec 10), Monotonix (Pawn Shop, Dec 27 - most insane show I've ever seen!)

BEST LIVER-GASM: COCA Conference (Ottawa, June 6-10)

Once again, COCA proves to be unstoppable, in that I couldn't stop myself from indulging in a few drinks. Times 10. Per day. For almost a week. A truly wonderful experience shared with equally wondrous delegates, associates and musicians from across the country. Oh, and those beers on the right are mine. The red-coloured drinks are some douche's. Probably somebody from Ontario. Burn.

Participant Ribbons: Stampede Pubcrawl (Calgary, July 5), Bike 'N Wipes II (Bentley, AB, July 26), My birthday pubcrawl (Edmonton, Aug 25), Halloween Pubcrawl (Oct 31)

There might be more best things next post! But probably not.