31 March, 2006

My skillz don't pay the billz

As you may have read in my response to Iris' last post, I have no internet access at home right now. It turns out that while my headline faerie/basketball writing abilities are good enough to pay my rent and get me free kicks from time to time, they're not extensive enough to cover all of my bills all of the time. For the last few months, my cell phone bill was neglected. At the same time, I started ignoring the good people at Shaw Cable. I paid the minimum on my phone bill last week, but was broke after that. The cable company, in an effort to show me they aren't messing around, cut my internet this week. True to O'Leary form, I remain undaunted and will not pay my bill; the ball was back in Shaw's court. I think they have responded by tinkering with my TV cable service. Last night the sound kept cutting out on the shows I was watching. At first I thought it was just showcase, but then it started happening on other channels. Anyway, I'm going to be without home internet services for probably another week and a half. Enjoy this picture of the stupidest thing I've seen on campus in the last week.
PEACE

30 March, 2006

No more Arby's! Evah!

The next time I decide to succumb to a piece of flyer and buy 8 Arby-Q sandwiches (which, to be fair, I only ate 4 of them throughout the day), remind me that after eating nothing but roast beef slathered in barbeque sauce the entire day, my mouth tastes like cigarettes.

Totally disguisting and unattractive!

On a more interesting level, some dude in LA got cuffed for flipping the bird at the fake president's fake motorcade. Seriously, awesome.

28 March, 2006

She's the Man



Lilwall found this. He said this is from SomethingAwful's "Truth in Movie Titles" photoshop.

I know it's true. But I think I've come to like that movie.

OH NO!!

TV Shows that we like



Well, I can't really say House is the TV show that we like the most, since I'm not sure if Chris watches House at all. However, House is definitely my favourite. And how can you not? As we said before in a feature, despite being a medical drama and an investigation show, genres that are completely tired, the show keeps itself fresh by attacking both of those aspects from different angles. It's a really written medical drama.

Even the New York Times agrees with me

HOUSE might have been conceived as a medical show, but it quickly evolved into a delicious Gothic romance, topped by a swirl of chick-lit froth. The acerbic, quirkily handsome doc (Hugh Laurie) with a bad leg is the sort of haunted Byronic figure who stirs in women the urge to nurture and redeem. To quote Dr. House, in an example of the show's self-referential sarcasm: "I'm not sad, I'm complicated. Chicks dig that."

Seriously, as a chick, I dig. And Lilwall, too. I know he digs House, too.

But I mantain my opinion that the immunologist of the show, Cameron, is a complete retard.

27 March, 2006

TV shows that we hate


After a non-lengthy discussion, Chris and I decided that of all TV shows available on network television right now, we both hate War At Home the most. HATE. I can't say I've seen many episodes, but the one I saw has the parents promising to consent to their daughter's boob job if she gets straight A's and it was really dumb. Calling it "retarded" would actually insult the retarded.

Seriously, who watches this?

26 March, 2006

New look!

Here's a little blog history. The name I had in mind when I came up with this blog was, surprisingly, not The Crap Shack. It was going to be The Boston Tea Party. That name would be especially fitting since it's going to be a Boston house blog and presumably, we'll party all over the blog. And we might drink tea while partying. (Yes, I know the Boston Tea Party was not so much a "party," but the prelude to the American Revolution.) The witty pun-based self-centered alternative, The Boston Tse Party, was also considered—the headline faeirie came up with that.

However, I'm crazy superstitious and I thought it would be totally embarrassing if the BU people called and rescinded their offer. By then, The Boston Tea Party would be the shame equivalent of a nose zit on prom night. Therefore, I played it safe and tentatively called this The Crap Shack just so I won't jinx it.

Then I talked to O'Leary, we were drunk at the time, and we both sorta want to start a life-after-the-Gateway blog because we'll be punted out of Sad Newspaper pretty soon. But I thought it'd be unwieldy for me to handle 2 blogs and basically repeat myself all over the blogosphere. That's when I thought I should invite O'Leary to The Crap Shack and have him as my blog house mate. The name stayed because O'Leary won't be going to Boston and it won't be too much of a party with just me there. But we'll both continue to bring the crap.

Hence this layout—also, proof that I can design & produce the shit out of this html code thing. I found the banner off some tea company's website and I took it. I'll make a banner of crap when I'm tired of this.

Chris, if you want to add stuff to the side, just let me know.

24 March, 2006

More shoes


That's like 95% of what I've got. Iris, you win.

23 March, 2006

Shoes!




18 pairs. Not even half of my collection.

Walking home



Every morning (noon), I leave my apartment and head off to the University. I only have to walk a block to get on the LRT, but in that space, I've seen some weird things. There's a church. It's the first thing I walk past when I leave. It's old and it sticks out in the mess of apartments that were likely made in the late 1960s. This is what it looks like at day and at night:

One night I missed the LRT because of alcohol. After I got across the bridge, I was walking with my head down and saw a hand out of the corner of my eye. Someone had found a lone black glove on the ground and put it on the branch of a tree that was eye-level. They made it so that it was flipping me off. Behold.


Lastly, after we got 500 feet of snow on the weekend, my car got stuck and I was forced to LRT it to campus on Saturday night. On the way, I saw this statue of Mary outside of the church. You can't make it out very well, but she's covered in snow and it looks like she's wearing a bishop's hat (a no-no in the Catholic Church) and a cape (much like Iris).


Look at all of my shoes!

22 March, 2006

The old C&B





There are some advantages to writing on a press day. If I hadn't waited until today's press conference to get my interview with the Saskatchewan coach, I wouldn't have left SUB to go and write my article after supper tonight. On my way to Tory, something caught my eye. It was a cock. A snow cock, standing around six feet tall. It also had balls. The picutres tell the story.

Cocks with balls and baby Osama: two things that you can only find at the crap shack.

Blog baby


Some blogs may have Wolverine/Edward the Scissorhand as their blog baby and others may have a crab as their as their house pet. But here, at the Crap Shack, we have a world famous aviation-inspired terrorist as our mascot. Look at him! So harmless and cute!

In addition, I found out today that if you google either one of our names and "osama," you'll reach the Everyday Osama comics. I hope my future employers will remain oblivious to that fact.

20 March, 2006

My crap shack


Sometimes I forget about how crappy the building I live in is, because in all honesty, my apartment isn't that bad. Reminders pop up at me when I come in the door to the building though. Hobos sleeping in the lobby, people's garbage just sitting around, the filth of the elevator and the fact that it takes about a minute per floor to get where it's going. Then there was the time a lady (I'm assuming) lost some of her underwear on the way to her apartment and let it sit in the hallway for two weeks. Tonight's reminder, while not so graphic, is just odd. I got out of the elevator, enjoying the final seconds of the music coming out of my headphones to see the picture you're looking at. Apparently now the hallway is a parking lot for our shopping carts. The cart, by the looks of where it is, belongs to my neighbours. They're a couple that look like they're in their 40's and the guy's wife/girlfriend/whatever nags him with her whiney voice all day. How do I know? Because I can hear her shrill shreaking through my walls everytime she nags the guy.
That's all for tonight. Tomorrow: things I see on my way home.

Roomie

When I told my mom that I'll have roommates when I move out, she tried to disuade me by telling me that I'll probably get a crappy roomate who will leave underwear all over the place and borrow my nice sweaters and stretch them out on account that she probably has a chest—The underlying message being that all roomates are assholes and that I must only have girl roomates. I shouldn't think the worst of people, but I really don't want to invite my roomate(s) to the blog if they're going to fucking leaving underwear all over the place and metaphorical underwear all over the house blog. So I'm sharing the blog with Chris right now. He likes sneakers and I like shoes. Ergo, awesome roomate material!

So Chris, welcome to the Crap Shack. And don't leave underwear all over the place because I'll fucking cut you.

O'Leary sets foot in TCS

I've moved into The Crap Shack! Exciting! High pitched noises! Screaming! Iris!

15 March, 2006

Party pics!

I used to be a Gateway photog; I think it shows—especially the fuzzy, out of focus ones. Also, Tyson and Ashy made the same face!









09 March, 2006

Things I need to do before I leave

1. Go rollerblading with Nadeesha
2. Get redonkulously drunk at the Strat. (I'm talk about hot nuts, go to Sam Wok, order food in foreign made-up language, and pass out in somebody's front lawn type of drunk) Preferably with "friends."
3. Eat a Marco's burger—even though I know I'll DIE from eating that since my stomach can't handle that kind of grease.
4. Go camping. I really need to embrace the outdoors.
5. Figure out how many pairs of shoes to bring with me. Try to limit myself to under 20.
6. Organize all my negatives and develop/print all the film that I should have.
7. Have a noir movie night. Can be alone; preferably not.
8. Have dinner at the Blue Pear with somebody that I can tolerate.
9. Give away all but ten (or so) of my business cards. By the way, do you want a business card?

Ammenments and additions will be made to this list on a regular basis. Suggestions are welcomed.

05 March, 2006

La Marche de l'empereur



Even though this wasn't the highlight of the show (the highlight was a split between Jon Stewart asking the audience to topple the giant Oscar statue for democrary and the gay cowboy montage), I still find this image to be endlessly fascinating! They're little stuffed penguins! You can't see it in this picture, but each penguin had a little bow tie to go with it when they were on the red carpet.

Freakin' adorable!

02 March, 2006

What I'll get when I have my own house

I like pretty things and, not surprisingly, as a Design & Production editor, I like pretty things that are well designed. I'm already totally dorking out by paying an inordinate amount of attention to interior decoration and various house stuff. So far, these two items are catching my attention.



Bowls are useful. They are the perfect vessels for steaming miso soup and popcorn. Unfortunately, theses bowls, made of real ticket coils and presumable sealed with some sort of sealant to hold its shape, probably cannot handle the liquid nature of miso soup. But look how they're perfect for popcorn.






Another awesome addition to my cupboards would be these plates based on the Pantone colour palette. It even has the colour number printed on the plates/cups/bowls! How awesome is that? Even awesomer would be that it's available in the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, thus allow me to save on shipping.