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Kaaaaw Kaaaaw!

November 29, 2005

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I dinnae know if this is true but if all of us together could close our eyes tight and wish really bad then we might be able to cause a disturbance in the force field known as good judgment:
Former KNIGHT RIDER star DAVID HASSELHOFF is planning to release a cover of MADONNA's 1980s hit single LA ISLA BONITA. The actor, whose singing talents made him a huge star in Germany, decided to release his latest single for public consumption after being pleased with the outcome after recording it. He says, "It's the one track that gets talked about by my fans, so why not."
Giver, Hasselhoff, just giver. Could he have chosen a better tune to cover? I think not. A part of me is breathing massive sighs of relief knowing that I won't have to hear The Hasselhoff rap in the near future. You never know these days.

While we wait, panting, we can play some Wax Hoff to calm that tingling sensation.

posted by Neha
7:44 PM


Got Juiced

November 27, 2005

Some parties were designed to kick ass.

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D.R.T. boys, you pulled off a great time. The pics are up on Flickr. I didn't get to buy Man/Woman The Bartender a rose because I cheaped out, also the rose guy never came around. She was looking so fine in her cowboy man-shirt, it got me really confused. She would make a beautiful boy but she makes a damn fine girl who looks like a guy. Next time I'll work up the courage to ask her for a picture.

Someone turned the channel to Showcase, which has a deadly Friday night line up. Fridays Without Borders. I <3 Canadian cable. One of my 'cyber' My Space relations turned human. Such meetings are often akward but if done while dancing like a maniac to soft-core/reality porn docu-dramas it helps to form that special bond, ha. And so I came to meet Seven, Mr. Floss Vegas himself...LED belt buckle et all. I bet he had fun with ladies standing around pointing at his NASDAQ in awe. His tunes, Fathom's tunes were seriously good. Nice and accommodating spectrum of hip hop, bit o dancehall, dub, some MIA, Southern dirty, good shit.

Jaeger is my old-turned-new drink. 3 bucks for a shot of liquid heaven, not too shabby. Buoyed by the burning I gabbed and danced with anyone in sight. I think the Queenhead is slowly turning into my living room, I feel like I know everyone when I'm there even if I don't. Received a few compliments on the new green/dark blue striped sweater. No it isn't Fred Perry but thanks for thinking I'm worth it. H & M, people. If you stay away from the trendy shite and go with what you think looks good then you will score at H & M. Remember that. The only pic I have of me in it is the one taken after I got home, "one for the blog" I thought. So, I'm really 'sober' and 'awake' in it.

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Wanted to go watch Syriana last night but ended up watching Josie and the Pussycats on the tube. Rajbo feeling very sleepy, Rajbo miss movie. Josie wasn't so bad though, I love Parker Posey. Next Saturday promises to be much more exciting, looky at the ticky:

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Get your tickets at Ticketmaster if you are in TO on Dec. 3rd. I'm trying to find a Burberry jumpsuit for the occasion, giving in to my inner chav after a long battle. Does anyone know where I can find this gorgeous outfit in town?

posted by Neha
1:23 PM


Baby did a bad, bad thing

November 25, 2005

A few months ago I was conversing with an old friend of mine, Geeta, who moved back to India (Chennai) after high school. We were discussing the pros and cons of our respective environments and Geeta had concluded that moving back home was the best decision she had ever made. In fact, it was one she could never see herself reversing even if the chance presented itself in the future. She found it strange that I would want to stay so far away from home and was convinced I was missing out. Though I spent a few years of my childhood in Canada, I never considered it to be home. Home was always Dubai and ultimately, India. Nevertheless I have never thought myself capable of living and working in India for periods longer than a year or two and nowadays I can barely imagine doing Dubai for a lifetime. I think Geeta always felt that my sense of familiarity would ultimately make me return, not to Dubai even but to India.

Geeta and I are similar in many ways, we took the same subjects in school, got similar grades, read a lot of books, like the same types of movies, and crack the same tired jokes. I don't think it is similarities that lead people to move to certain countries, cities, or neighborhoods over others. It is what is different between us that dictates our movement. Geeta is my age, has never dated, is married to a man of her mother's choosing, goes to the temple every week, doesn't drink, makes a tasty spread from scratch after work everyday, and doesn't swear, ever. She is also very happy, I might add. I feel great difficulty in explaining to her why I like it here so much especially because we have very different lifestyles. My problem becomes wording my argument delicately with as little crass and sex involved as possible. The word 'independence' keeps repeating itself and Geets is getting real good at shooting it down.

"Independent of what? Your parents? People have jobs here too you know?"

"Not my parents. Not money-wise. I'm talking social."

"What social? Like you just want to go out with guys without having to give excuses? You can do that!"

"Not that specifically, just generally, like I want to be able to know people who aren't afraid of doing things in a different way."

"I have this aunt who got divorced even though she lived in a small town and people talked but she did it, it's possible."

"Great. The fact that a divorce is enough to shake shit up is kind of proving my point. Anyway, I was talking about social policy. Perhaps some laws against treating hermaphrodites like pond-scum, for instance."

"Oh shut up, that doesn't even affect you."

"I know but I don't want to deal with a place where I or you or whoever can't do or say what they want...within reason."

"So what, gays can't get married in the U.S."

"One more reason for either of us not to move there then."

...on it went. All examples of riots, communal violence, strikes, whatever were thrown back with a feisty "but YOU have winter and darkness and no family and no diwali and so many taxes", etc. What I really wanted to say is that IT IS FUCKING OK FOR WOMEN TO HAVE BASTARD PREMARITAL FUCKING SEX AND TO DO IT AS MANY FUCKING TIMES AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE IN A GOD DAMN DAY AS LONG AS THEY ARE USING A BLESSED CONDOM, YOU HYPOCRITE FUCKS.

I was pleased to hear cries of support from my English, Pakistani, and Russian neighbors after screaming the above sentance while reading the following news:
A popular south Indian actress has been pelted with sandals, tomatoes and rotten eggs and hauled before court for telling Indian men not to expect their brides to be virgins anymore. Khushboo, a 35-year-old star of Tamil language movies, told a magazine in September there was nothing wrong with premarital sex -- as long as it was protected sex. She is now out on $100 bail, and banned from making any more public comments or giving interviews. The married mother of two is due back in court in a little over two weeks, although it remains unclear whether or not she has broken any law.

The controversy was picked up by conservative political and community groups, who staged rowdy demonstrations and filed more than two dozen defamation and public interest suits, including one accusing her of "corrupting innocence".

...she gained a tremendous following in Tamil movies as a heroine in sexy song-and-dance films. Adoring fans have built temples in her honour.

But it's not the first time she has been embroiled in a scandal in deeply conservative India. In a bid to breathe life into her Hindi film career, she once appeared on the cover of a film magazine kissing another actress -- one of India's first public shots of women kissing.
The way to a righteous life...watch the nasty, throw much-needed food at people when they actually talk about what they see, then wail about lost innocence. Wankers.

posted by Neha
4:08 PM


Kissing Hank's Ass

November 23, 2005

Here's an interesting allegory...
This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:

John: "Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."

Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss His ass?"

John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, He'll give you a million dollars; and if you don't, He'll kick the shit out of you."

Me: "What? Is this some sort of bizarre mob shake-down?"

John: "Hank is a billionaire philanthropist. Hank built this town. Hank owns this town. He can do whatever He wants, and what He wants is to give you a million dollars, but He can't until you kiss His ass."

Me: "That doesn't make any sense. Why..."

Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the ass?"

Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."

John: "Then come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Do you kiss Hank's ass often?"

Mary: "Oh yes, all the time..."

Me: "And has He given you a million dollars?"

John: "Well no. You don't actually get the money until you leave town."

Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"

Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the money, and He kicks the shit out of you."

Me: "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's ass, left town, and got the million dollars?"

John: "My mother kissed Hank's ass for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."

Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"

John: "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."

Me: "So what makes you think He'll actually give you the money if you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"

Mary: "Well, He gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll get a raise, maybe you'll win a small lotto, maybe you'll just find a twenty-dollar bill on the street."

Me: "What's that got to do with Hank?"

John: "Hank has certain 'connections.'"

'Reverend' James Huber, the author, sounds like all my IIT uncles (aww, I miss the uncles and their tipsy "can computers revolt?" conversations):
Q: How can you be absolutely certain there is no God?

A: I don't need to be absolutely certain there is no God to be an atheist, I just have to be reasonably certain that when people pray that I get hit by lightning, they're really just talking to themselves.

posted by Neha
3:39 PM


Drink Rebel Tallboys

November 22, 2005

The dirts over at DRT are getting people to rally:

Tell those Damn Randy Tarts how much you hate them at the soiree this weekend:

If you are a robot-thing with no feelings or if you have a lump of coal growing on your forehead and you do not want to join the Party Crew this Friday then don't worry, friend. Cheer up. Those Dirty Rotten Thugs have thought of every excuse and are willing to provide you with another shot at connecting with young, gorgeous, upwardly mobile hooligans like this guy:


Come out to watch the Dusty Rubber Tires try their hand at making lady-friends...

Come out to watch Cee Pee and Homesick hug it out...

Come out to hear Fathom play sick tunes...

Come out to watch the Party Crew dance...

Come out to watch me buy Man/Woman The Bartender a flashing rose...

posted by Neha
4:13 PM


Mama always knows best

November 18, 2005

My mummy said I could do anything I wanted when I grew up, as long as I worked hard. Too bad I didn't understand 'work hard' to mean 'get off your ass and do something QUICK'. My dream is now someone else's reality:
Calling Deuce Bigalow and gigolos everywhere: Heidi Fleiss needs you. The former Hollywood madam plans to open a "rooster ranch" - a brothel catering to women - in Nevada.
"I am opening up a stud farm," Ms Fleiss told the Associated Press. "I'm going to have the sexiest men on earth. Women are going to love it."

Dammit, Heidi, you have to ruin everything don't you? With your big budget and fancy ranch and notorious celebrity status. What about us little people? Mostly me, with my big dream (mine is way bigger than yours) and no budget and only four he-hos (I mean, escorts) on the roster. You sneak, these words fell from my own mouth, how they reached your pointy ears I will never know:
"Women are more independent these days," said Ms Fleiss. "They make more money and it's hard to meet people. You wouldn't believe the number of women who've told me, 'Heidi, if you do this, I'll be the first one in line'. I mean, relationships are harder than dieting - you know what I mean?"
Since wishing ill fortune on others isn't my thing I'll give you one piece of advice, ditch the douchebag partner. Mr. Richards is clearly not well-versed with the term 'independent' and its relation to women:
Mr Richards said: "Say a guy gets into an argument with his wife. What does he do? Lot of times, he goes out, gets a drink, goes to a place to be serviced. Now, women can say, 'Hey, if you can do it, I can, too'."
Oy yoy. Ten bucks says he isn't married. So, Heidi, I'm not doing anything too hectic for the next little bit, hook a sista up (like in the old days)!

Cee Pee, Homesick, Fraiser, Ringo...we have work to do. Get polishing on your cooking, dancing, and sensual massage skills. I'll take a walk around the block to see if any rich, lonely ladies need a date. You can use my living room until we find a nice ranch.

posted by Neha
3:29 PM



November 17, 2005

Via Digg.

Note: I'm super glad to see Digg getting the hype it deserves. What a great site. Stop reading all that celeb garbage and go visit...

Now for the real story, an EVEN SMALLER iPOD in the works for January, oh JOY. "We are hearing of an even smaller form factor (smaller than a pack of gum) and the potential for the re-introduction of multiple colors".

Wow guy, you mean it could look as neat as this with an added option of granny pastels????

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Mac, dude, I'm falling over with expectation. You are lying! No way! You be buzzin' cuzzin', this has never been done before. Can I bow before your pioneering essence? Fuck, pink and blue and green and yellow and white and...what will I choose? It gets better, right? I know you, Mac, you like to take it all the way! This puppy will be everything, vibrator, blender, child, plant, sneaker, push-up bra, the list goes on. Once it is mine I will be able to breathe in relief knowing that nothing could ever be smaller or cooler or more versitile than my little piece of heaven. Sigh.

The only thing I dislike more than a monopoly is a trendy monopoly.

posted by Neha
3:27 PM


Digital Cable

November 15, 2005

I spent all weekend faffing about on the tee vee, taking a break from everything, eating crisps and popcorn, and smoking large urns of opium. One of these action items is false. Anyway, just so you know, the National Geographic channel is the best channel in this rude universe. Runners up include BET, Much Vibe and the Independent Film Channel. Party Crew, save me from myself next weekend will ya? Or else I'll end up watching something like this again:

For Mr. E. Dumb, if you look closely you'll see an outline of my left foot. :-)

posted by Neha
4:53 PM


Beer and Morrissey, life just got better

To all my soggy wet peoples in the T. Drizzles, have I got a handy helper for yoose. In our urban jungle there lies a network of machines that we know as 'The Booze Machines'. How many of them are there? What do they sell? ARE ANY OPEN RIGHT NOW? These age-old questions of yours are being answered in real time by The Beer Hunter. Google Maps + Beer Store/LCBO/Wine Rack/breweries + store timings = a most powerful application. Go now, thank me later...in booze please.

(via Paved)

Now for some visual goodness from a brilliant flickr set, invading Mozbots:

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I want the one I can't have...it all makes sense now...

posted by Neha
4:05 PM


A really good hair day

November 13, 2005

posted by Neha
1:23 PM


This would never work on Friendster

November 11, 2005

Here's one award I never want to win: The 1st Annuanl My Space Stupid Haircut Awards. Some real love went into that post, fak, they all have their own Marvel Alter-egos too!

I want to slap this winner really hard:

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xmatthewx. "Secret Weapon: Dual-action straightening iron"

I want to give this one a really big hug:

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antoinette. "Stylist: Jack Osbourne"

Finally, I'm going to bear this man's legacy:

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ugly. "Superpowers: Ability to ROCK. Ability to select startlingly appropriate My Space nicknames for himself."

Happy weekend...

posted by Neha
3:42 PM


Hip-hop has an "official" snack

November 10, 2005

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Rap chips are amazing but at $10 a bag I'm not fighting for an order. BBQ is a common theme.

posted by Neha
12:15 PM


Now we're sharing the same dream

November 09, 2005

Everyone wonders about Turks and Caicos at least once in their lives. For Canadians the curiosity usually strikes about once a year when some politician decides to shoot for the stars on a Caribbean whim. Turks and Caicos are a set of islands under the British crown. Canada has wanted to tap that tropical azz for some time now but the 20, 000 total population just isn't enough to make a new province, only a territory. Turks and Caicos have been approached by Nova Scotia and New Foundland & Labrador to join either province. Of course, the agenda is not pursued nearly as often as I would like.

After reading the following you too will want to burn a bank for our TurkCacian (??) brethren:

- they have to pay for healthcare

- use the U.S. dollar as national currency

- have no local t.v. channel, no CBC

Why should you fight this good fight? From the CBC:

- Agreeable weather: 350 days per year of sunshine; average temperature: June-October 29-32 C; November-May 27-29 C

- No passports required for Canadian citizens

- Air Canada offers direct flights

- Could be first island home to an NHL team [think Cool Runnings but with hockey!]

Aaaaand the islands are perfectly positioned as a port for South American narcotics making their way to the States. Sweet!

The Lie-berals should really consider running on the merit of such an annexation. I vote for them, they hide their future stolen goods in the Caribbean, TurkCacians get Canadian passports, everyone is very very happy. Here is my proposal for their new campaign ad:

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posted by Neha
4:10 PM



November 08, 2005

Do you feel left out three months of the year (oct, nov, dec)?
Does Santa give you no love because of your pagan beliefs?
Are you a bad girl/boy?
Is Christmas marketing doing your head in already?
Does the word 'Xmas' make you vomit?
Are you a Canadian who dreams of something else, something in between 10/31 and 12/25 to get all excited about?


BlogTO has just the right potion for our woes.
What we need is another holiday at the end of November, to act as a buffer. The Americans have Thanksgiving, so the malls can be full of Puritans and turkeys long after Santa’s village gets put up in Sherway Gardens.

So let’s make up a totally commercial holiday. Let’s make every November 30 Star Trek Day. A regular Trek bacchanalia.

Why the hell not? William Shatner’s from Montreal, graduated from McGill, and got is start at the Stratford Festival. Nathan Phillips Square made a brief appearance on a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode. It’s more Canadian than Thanksgiving, anyway.

Everybody can put on Spock ears, make pilgrimages to Vulcan, Alberta, and then Do. Their. Worst. Shatner. Impression! The only fat guy in a red suit will be Scotty. And all the Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc., etc., fans can put on their silly costumes, too.
Tis the season to be Geordi. Ahem.

posted by Neha
4:58 PM


These lumps were made for burstin'

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not talent, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal...or the Black Eyed Peas:
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it
Now what in pop's good name does that sound like? A disease, right? A festering goitre, true? NOT something I want to touch. This tune is really disturbing, lumps are not hot and Fergie singing about her lumps is making me lose my breakfast. Lumps make me think of horrible things, cancerous things. Lumps are not an ass, an ass is an ass, a lump is a tissue growth. My ass is not a lump, it is an ass, if you blink you will not miss it, promise. Hide your lump, Fergie, my ass could kick its puny mound back to your home planet with half a jatka ('hip thrust').

posted by Neha
11:35 AM


Crunk Juice in Pimp Cups

November 07, 2005

Living downtown is a mad party. This weekend was Homesick's last, he will be missed in person but will live on in all his Euro glory on My Space. Went to a party at Adrift on Friday at Cee Pee's enticing request. I don't skate, I ain't 16 either so there was a bit of open-mouthed staring on my part at some of the young 'uns. However, a lot of new people were met (hollas to Mr. & Mrs. Jenner and Ben). Funny how the ice-breakers usually went something like, "Sooo, I saw you on My Space!".

There was cheap beer. Cheap as in 3 bucks and cheap as in 'Wildcat', apparently also known as 'Kitty'. Meow, tastes like cat pee. DJ happened to be the same Pornoween one, he was tearing things up. Played the Britney vs. Mike Jones mash up that made Cee Pee and I squeal like bebes. Topped off with a bit of New Order, ROD "OF COURSE I think you're sexy" STEWART, what else, some 2 Live Crew? Yesh. And many many more hits of years gone by. This is the part where I should be urging you to buy the cd but sadly there isn't one.

Saturday was spent doing a bit of shopping with Rajbo and then brunch in Kensington at this really neat little cafe. I don't remember the name but damn they served up spicy achari taters with my 2 eggs (scrams) & toast. I also spotted an odd plain paratha with scrambled eggs and mango chutney-on-top combo that looked too strange to be appetizing. Crazy hippies.

Later that night I made my way to V.I.P., Clay Rochemont's first solo showing of his amazing work at tattoo parlour-turned-gallery, Bobby Five. Met up with the "crew" or "4 people who don't make a whole crew!". WE GOT PIMP CUPS FOR OUR CRUNK JUICE that were made by the artist hisself. That is more V.I.P. style than I could ever have wished for. Inquiring Mind's recap has a snap of Cee Pee and Bird (that I can't steal) and pictures of the art. Vinyl on plastic never looked so fine. Canon sez,"Young lady, you are GROUNDED!":

I love you, baby, you treat me right

So long, Homesick, happy travels:

Artists are Hott

Other than the weekend meandering I've mostly been reading and listening to tunes in my free time (i.e. when I commute). A list of the things I have consumed or am consuming has magically appeared in the sidebar for our benefit. According to All Consuming I have pillaged 4 books and plundered 8 albums and 1 measly flick. This means I've got a whole bunch of reviewing to do on here, I'm thinking of starting with the tunes. LCD Soundsytem and The Juan Maclean are playing this Friday and a totally tubular person might be able to get us on guestlist, woohoo! Fingers crossed and all.

P.S. I only drink out of the Pimp Cup now.

posted by Neha
12:28 PM


Umm...Thanks again Flickr!

November 04, 2005

Originally uploaded by Brian Sawyer.

posted by Neha
4:22 PM


We have serious bitchues

November 03, 2005

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The Gomery Report. Kill me now before I chew my fingers off in frustration. We have been waiting for over a year for a conclusion and now its arrival is making me angry. The end to a story about a gentle nation, a restless province, corrupted power, and taxpayer’s money. All the right ingredients for disaster.

The sponsorship program was set up after a referendum on Quebec separation, which just barely failed, to boost the cause of Canadian federalism in Quebec. A few Quebec advertising firms received richa$$ federal contracts (eg. kazillions for placing a 2-inch maple leaf on a race car) and then kicked some of the cash back to the Liberal Party’s Quebec wing.

Notice some repetition in the above paragraph? Take into consideration that this is a scandal consuming the entire nation. What is freaky about the above paragraph? Think geography, entire country vs. parts of the country. Quebec. What has Quebec fallen prey to? What kind of unreasonable provincial government says, “Hey you, give me my own country but I’ll keep your currency and I’m keepin’ them Indian lands even though they don't want to stay”! Quebec. What kind of pansy federal government says, “ok, here's the pre-nup now let's vote”! The Liberal government.

The Gomery Report is the logical conclusion to a holy mess that began with cries of Quebec sovereignty. At its conception, Ad Scam was a national scandal as much as my student loan is everyone’s problem.

The referendum was not for Alberta. The separatist cronies are not from B.C. The Mafioso running the scene behind the scene is not based in goddamn Saskatchewan. The only thing national about the referendum aftermath is money. Money from national coffers.

Leave Quebec aside, what happened after the vote did not need any separatist sentiment as fuel. The Liberals failed at negotiations before the referendum and they failed to do absolutely anything about activities of their shady representatives in Quebec. How does a Canadian government manage to detonate scandal in such a fragile zone? I will tell you, they use incredible powers of idiocy to hire mob goons and put them in charge of oodles of money! Ok, so I have no hard evidence supporting the mob claims but one of the key players, Gagliano, was written up in a New York newspaper as being affiliated with an American crime family. I do not have any reason to doubt it. Did you see him on the witness stand? HE IS A GOON. Babies screamed across the land when his testimony was televised! Just read the who’s who in the G & M, reads like those character lists in every Perry Mason novel, but with fewer ‘good guys’.

Shee-it. Sad part is that I can finally relate to French-Canadians wanting to be rid of the Liberals. However their votes are going to go towards the the Bloc Quebecois and those fools are just biding their time until the next referendum. The asinine Bloc does not even have an English version of their website even though EVERY SINGLY FEDERAL SITE IS WRITTEN IN BOTH ENGLIGH AND FRENCH. Petty petty petty. Way to have “Respect for the Rights of the English-speaking Community”. I just do not get it. Quebec is still a part of Canada but I cannot work there because I do not speak any French. If I wanted to go to university there, I would have to pay more than a Quebec resident. I would not be able to get on a Quebec health plan even if I was going to live there for a few years. Does that not sound sovereign enough? Tabarnac!

The rest of the country is forced to either tell Quebec to fuck right off or give them more treats. The media and the Liberals look like they are going to stick with the latter option. I fear it will not work this time. Worst-case scenario would mean another referendum and this time that shit is going to pass. My imagination does not even extend beyond that point.

As much as I loathe the Conservatives for their backward and intolerant social policies, I have to say they have a damn good chance at winning next year’s federal election. How sickening. Sure, his government will probably take a tougher line on Quebec but ‘Prime Minister Harper’, just the name makes me want to go into deep slumber. In addition, for the sake of clarity, you feeble Liberal government, Canada is about much more than Quebec. How unsettling to see it being reduced to this one argument every few years. Word to the separatists who are still harping about their "New France" roots: They gave your asses up in 1763 to the Brits in favor of sunny beaches and sugarcane in Guadalupe. I wonder how much sovereignty the Bloc could handle if it was based on a condition of self-government for Nunavik?

So there you have it. It all began with and will end with, Quebec. Where the depaneurs sell beer till late, the poutine is extra greasy, the people are supremely styling, the feel is old world, the clubs are killer, the Hells Angels still run things, the Lebanese population makes me feel at home, the accents are awesome, the skiing is better than Ontario, and the politicians feed on sovereignty like pickpockets on a morning-rush bus. Quebecois, you lovely, warm and exuberant people, your names have been dragged through the mud, your politicians have been gutted by the mob and all of our minds have been poisoned by politics.

posted by Neha
11:36 AM


Happy (Leopard print) Diwali!

November 01, 2005

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A Blessing

The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;
The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire's flaming play;
The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,
Eternal faith in Self, in all,
The light Divine in great, in small;
All these and more than I could see,
Today may "Mother" grant to thee!

- Swami Vivekananda

*sigh* Grant me this, I WANNA GO HOME!

posted by Neha
3:03 PM