tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231542122011-06-08T00:25:53.099-06:00<b>Two Gateway exiles scavenging all the crap around the world and bringing it to you. Just so you don't have to do it yourself.</b>Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-89202232452306724012009-01-10T00:26:00.006-07:002009-01-10T01:35:41.760-07:00

After much (well, some) discussion of resurrecting The Crap Shack, I've taken it upon myself to get our once-great blog back up and running. A series of events that have unfolded within the last 30 minutes, plus the fact that I'm at home with no sports to cover on a Friday night, have left me with no choice but to pull the blog out of its nine-month hiatus. I'm not sure how long Youtube has been

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-55447951667749571632008-04-03T10:32:00.002-06:002008-12-10T08:13:06.083-07:00

I noticed my first Koodo ad the other night on my way to Rexall, where the Oilers died a painful death at the hands of the Calgary Flames.I find these ads strange. Who are these rogue cell phone providers, where did they come from and how did they manage to plaster what seems like hundreds of billboards all over the city with a guy on them who looks like Will Ferrell? I've had Olivia Newton John

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-81950340103784455372008-03-26T10:59:00.002-06:002008-03-26T11:02:41.310-06:00

The film is about Jennifer (Megan Fox), a cheerleader possessed by a demon who starts feeding off the boys in a Minnesota farming town. Her bookish best friend (Amanda Seyfried) must take drastic measures to protect the town. Brody will play Nikolai, a hot lead singer of an up-and-coming rock band with a penchant for evil. J.K. Simmons will play Mr. Wroblewski, a high school science teacher.As

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-43283600003244971792008-03-05T19:48:00.004-07:002008-03-05T20:39:39.969-07:00

They didn't exactly name a town after him. However, they did have a theme song (lyrics include "I love Obama"), spontaneous public gatherings and cakes with Obama's face on it. (I hope somebody is selling this shit on eBay. I'd buy it!)Maybe Obamaniacs should look into this and see if Japan can send delegates to the DNC. It shouldn't be that hard. Puerto Rico is already sending more people than

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-62812277154474591682008-01-11T11:02:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:06.321-07:00

Holy f*ck moment: /Hoh-lee fuhk moh-muh-nt/ -noun A semi-euphoric state in which something tremendous happens, often eliciting the phrase in question from the subject's mouth, or is expressed internally. More often than not stems from a sports-related incident. Also 9/11. I've done a pretty good job at keeping my cool this year with hockey. For those of you don't know, I've been covering Oilers

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-75964132159886686042008-01-06T23:42:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:06.481-07:00

According to Wikipedia:Bret Michael Sychak, also known as Bret Michaels, (born March 15, 1963 in Butler, Pennsylvania) is best known as the lead vocalist of the glam metal band Poison and starred in the reality show Rock of Love with Bret Michaels on VH1.According to my own eyes:He's Fergie!Good luck looking for love with a face like that. Maybe Josh Duhamel will find you attractive.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-9700594093909806252007-12-25T02:52:00.000-07:002007-12-25T03:00:01.798-07:00

One of the perks that come with going home at Christmas time for me is the chance to check out what I'm missing with digital cable. It turns out that with the exception of the Raptors Channel, it's not a lot. Over the course of the last three days, I've seen a lot of bad commercials. This one though, with its borderline porn quality is by far the worst. The Hawks are playing the Suns on the

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-44909612255342694332007-12-16T22:39:00.000-07:002007-12-16T23:49:47.624-07:00

There are a lot of annoying commercials out there, repeatedly pounding their piss-poor attempts at humour/irony/wit/demonstrating how alcohol makes you sexy into our heads. None however, are chapping my ass as much as the Baileys ads. In the midst of a yuppie gathering, one seemingly all together girl notices that a drop of Baileys is left in a bottle. The lush in her says, 'Hey, I can't let that

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-80850386002725726342007-12-14T11:14:00.001-07:002007-12-14T11:18:11.149-07:00

You can't make this stuff up. This will lead to a firing of Kastanza proportions.

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-14797332809836072342007-12-13T10:19:00.001-07:002008-12-10T08:13:08.543-07:00

Your tracking service is fucking useless.Seriously, Where is my package? Malaysia?

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-22305203924882348262007-12-12T12:03:00.000-07:002007-12-12T12:06:10.021-07:00

It's pretty tame considering what you can do in the games, but this guy in Ponoka had a GTA-like demise in a police chase.

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-21139835503793668102007-12-05T23:48:00.001-07:002008-12-10T08:13:08.685-07:00

Though this can be handy if you need to camouflage yourself among the zebras as you drive through the savanna.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-11875429907458793522007-11-23T15:28:00.000-07:002007-11-26T01:09:57.910-07:00

Sex pervert. I can't hyperlink. A must read. Go!Link

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-29806341295787012862007-11-11T23:02:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:08.891-07:00

From the waist up, this man is a hipster. The kind who would buy a blinding silver messenger bag and pair it with Urban Outfitters shirt. I would not be surprised if he has a pair of Wayfarers tucked in his front pocket.Waist down, he's a man who wears track pants that are 2 sizes two short and white tube socks. I would not be surprised if he gets picked last in the middle school gym class.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-19976819042924215752007-10-28T21:50:00.000-06:002007-10-28T22:42:51.547-06:00

The New York Times Play magazine ran a cover feature on Steve Nash today. After reading the article, I learned that Nash is taller than I expected (and still look like a midget standing next to Yao Ming) and that Nash is pretty much the same age as Chris. I also found this:“Steve Nash” the self-effacing Canadian long shot whose life story had been puréed into an edifying fable about Chasing Your

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-39740901785745863672007-08-26T01:51:00.000-06:002007-08-26T04:03:36.160-06:00

Earlier this month, Russian scientists sailed into the Arctic and dropped a weighted flag to the bottom of the sea. They said that it effectively laid claim to the resource-heavy land that for years has been contested between Canada, Russia, Greenland and for some reason, the United States. I wasn't the only one who thought the move was odd. Peter MacKay said the move smacked (a term I've

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-49756942339020806782007-08-05T12:44:00.000-06:002007-08-05T13:07:47.106-06:00

A snippet from what I imagine to be the greasiest pitch a person's ever heard: "What are two of the most popular things on the internet? Let me tell you: ultimate fighting and porn. So imagine the amounts of testosterone and misogyny that could result when you put the two together." And bangthechamp.com was born. A site that has a simple concept: "you fight, you win, you fuck the ring girl." I

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-592576256838310502007-07-23T23:19:00.000-06:002007-07-23T23:22:03.878-06:00

And unlike Chris, I actually managed to capture its magnificence with my cell phone. Bonus point: it was outside of the Club Fit, right next to where I work. The dude that got out of the car was wearing a muscle tee and basically the EXACT same sort of guy you expected to outfit his truck with spinner rims.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-72184431498395533582007-07-21T14:39:00.001-06:002008-12-10T08:13:09.045-07:00

From now on, I'm telling my enemies that this is what they look like: That'll stop them in their tracks.

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-32702739208890856462007-07-16T22:18:00.001-06:002008-12-10T08:13:10.534-07:00

To commemorate his 22nd anniversary of bursting out of a womb, Ross and Co. went bowling. Two significant things happened there:1) Ross got beaten by Ashy. And that's not even the game where he fell flat on his face.2) My absolute prowess in Wii bowling did not translate into equal prowess in real bowling (let's say I curled up into a fetal position somewhere along my uninterrupted streak of

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-17220711024216083862007-06-28T17:00:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:10.762-07:00

You know Toronto is fucking disgustingly hot when both the Globe and Star devoted the top corner of their cover on ice cream, on the same day.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-37951677049066406262007-06-03T17:12:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:11.080-07:00

I don't want to come off like a hypocrite with this post, because the places I'm complaining about are both spots that I frequent. First off, the newly opened H&M in the West Edmonton Mall. This store has surprisingly won me over. When they were playing annoying ads on the radio recruiting staff this winter/spring, I tuned them out and figured the store would have nothing to offer me. After one

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-71673610536263498952007-04-07T00:32:00.000-06:002007-04-07T00:33:13.390-06:00

And I'm dragging you guys down with me.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-47174578906673964032007-04-04T22:39:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:11.648-07:00

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-44182536062208684692007-04-04T08:59:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:11.968-07:00

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-46826784933524728152007-04-01T15:37:00.000-06:002007-04-01T16:08:01.031-06:00

After seeing the celebrated documentary Sharkwater on the small/medium screen (read: Princess II) last night, I learned some important lessons. Sharks are disappearing faster than any other species on earth; approx. 180,000 sharks die in a single day; sharks aren't the killers that Steven Spielberg would have you believe, as they only kill about 5 people per year. Think about that for a minute.

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-9036494935340145352007-03-28T11:47:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:13.180-07:00

I've got some pics I've been sitting on for too long. It's time to share them.The snow drift on this sign totally looks like a man's face. Murder on the streets of Edmonton! This happened the day after I got back from Cuba. I felt like Weegee. Nancy Grace recently broke the props out to show how the astronaut love triangle should result in someone getting the death penalty, or something. How cute

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-9192401028317561262007-03-26T17:25:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:13.391-07:00

Location: WGBH/NOVA office lounge

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-49851848899669000952007-03-24T09:37:00.000-06:002008-12-10T08:13:13.956-07:00

One perceived advantage of living in one of the easternmost major metropolitan cities in the US is traveling. Specifically, how easy it should be to go to Europe. Gone are the days of traveling 4 hours to Toronto, and then having to shlep around the airport for 2–3 hours waiting for a connection. Presumably, I can fly straight to many major European cities. Thus my Spring Break trip from Boston

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-55150124995856864082007-03-13T15:40:00.000-06:002007-03-13T16:06:54.686-06:00

Today has been a day of activity. I went to class, then went straight to a comfortable seat in HUB mall, sat down and did something I'd been thinking about for a long time. I deleted my facebook account. I didn't like FB when I signed up for it last year. The only reason I joined was that I thought I could make more friends than Chloe and then rub it in her face. Then she became managing editor

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-12999395798454182062007-02-28T20:54:00.000-07:002007-02-28T21:14:16.678-07:00

You guys know how I feel about exclamation points. When I break one out, you know it's for something big. I haven't been able to watch this video in its entirety yet. This one's not for the squeamish. The fall lands him 8-12 months rehab, and makes me a little sick in my stomach every time I see the video. I actually can't watch it without cringing.

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-36237210706965800532007-02-18T21:02:00.000-07:002007-02-18T21:09:28.941-07:00

I was reading the gossips (US? People? I'm not really sure. But it has Jessica Biel on the cover) when I was working out today and I came across this tidbit:At hot LA hangout The Dime on January 28, Andy Dick, 41, tried to smooch Kiefer Sutherland, 40, who 'went Jack Bauer on him" ...RAD!! I love how "Jack Bauer" is a verb now—a verb that implies torture and abject suffering. Good! Andy Dick

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-50751272221153407932007-02-12T12:15:00.000-07:002007-02-12T04:11:43.197-07:00

How I wish that, someday, I can write a two-sentence lede as scathing as yours:"Thomas Pynchon’s new novel, 'Against the Day,' reads like the sort of imitation of a Thomas Pynchon novel that a dogged but ungainly fan of this author’s might have written on quaaludes. It is a humongous, bloated jigsaw puzzle of a story, pretentious without being provocative, elliptical without being illuminating,

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-52220092177764988752007-02-10T15:16:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:15.254-07:00

I'm on my way out, so my post is going to have to be brief. I've dubbed today Super Sneaker Saturday, as it's been a day of multiple pickups. This morning I went to Purolator and picked up the shoes I had shipped to me from my Nike hookup, the new Air Force XXV. It's the 25th anniversary edition of the Air Force one--kind of an amalgamation of the style of the original shoe with modern Nike

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-595650527062048332007-02-05T20:01:00.000-07:002007-02-05T20:02:22.217-07:00

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-39228526127867997652007-01-29T21:28:00.000-07:002007-01-29T21:30:03.793-07:00

Back the fuck off.Yeah, I know "it would be good journalistic practice to actually read the article before seeking clarification of points with the author!" But you know what, you retard? Your article is behind the wall of subscription which both of my university logins have no access to. All I'm asking is for you to send a fucking PDF, so I can read it before I interview you. Can you do that?

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1876543950744983112007-01-23T16:47:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:15.499-07:00

This is the first time in the era of my new and not so crappy crap shack that something remeniscient of the OG Crap Shack has happened. I came home this afternoon a little after 4 to find a newish Volvo parked a few stalls over from me. I thought this was odd, as there hasn't been anyone parking next to me all winter. Apparently, someone else thought this was odd too, and decided to do something

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-17768857586919663732007-01-21T05:33:00.000-07:002007-01-21T06:23:41.178-07:00

"I had a dream last night that there was a fire in the condo. I dreamt that all of your sneakers caught fire. I could actually smell the rubber burning, it was that real."-- my brother in law to me, shortly after I moved in to the new and improved crap shack. One of the most overlooked (and subsequently scariest) pitfalls of living in an apartment building is that you're at the mercy of the

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-33890639955613386712007-01-15T00:34:00.000-07:002007-01-15T00:47:38.830-07:00

I noticed this while watching season five of 24, but now that Wayne Palmer is president, I think it's time this gets put out there. Wayne Palmer Tupac Shakur The same guy? Could it be that Pac got sick of making records from the grave and has resurrected himself on the small screen of the most popular drama on TV? I noticed during the second half of the season premiere tonight that some of

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-14596180857063566032007-01-11T01:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:13:15.791-07:00

Edmonton:Number of times I made fun of Rossy: 5(+)Number of hockey-related discussions I made with Smiz when we were both under the influence: 2Number of Wii bowling games played: 4Highest Wii bowling score: 142Number of real bowling games played: 2Highest real bowling score: 64Games of Laser tag: 1Of which I won: 1Hugs administered by friends and family: countlessNumber of boys I kissed (

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-57936179454104045552007-01-09T01:43:00.000-07:002007-01-09T02:39:47.360-07:00

Beverly Hills Ninja AND stuff like this? What have I done to deserve a life so rich?

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-59346869038130986882007-01-05T12:40:00.000-07:002007-01-05T12:45:10.929-07:00

Thanks for coming out last night. The UnderDog was fun, though with a bit more hipsters that I expected. Unless we spontaneously go bowling or something, that's probably last time I see you guys before I head out East again. Therefore, let's relive the best part of the evening again, courtesy of Mr Stefan, shall we?Oh yeah. Still totally funny.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1167784328864119992007-01-02T17:28:00.000-07:002007-01-03T00:22:37.243-07:00

Denver Broncos cornerback Darrent Williams was killed early yesterday when his white stretch Hummer was sprayed by bullets after a nightclub dispute following a New Year's Eve party.-API know it's part of the story and it's probably good journalism practice. But the mentioning of a white stretch Hummer, in the lede nonetheless, is making Williams out to be the most unsympathetic drive-by victim

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1167701818107499022007-01-01T17:53:00.000-07:002007-01-03T23:55:59.236-07:00

Happy New Year!!In order to properly anticipate the new year, I've decided to revive the ever cathartic list of people I'd like to fight. Because really, can you see me approaching the new year in any manner beyond inappropriate ass-jokes and rage? Anyway, I know I'm going to look like a total fem-jerk for wanting to beat up children. However, I'm sure my swift roundhouse kicks are absolutely

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1166677286043634912006-12-20T21:48:00.000-07:002006-12-20T22:01:26.113-07:00

This rig, my friends, takes the diesel-drenched cake. Big, black, and of course it's an F-350. It's at the back of the truck that you can take in all of its splendor, though. That's right. Not only is it a dualie truck, but it's got smoke stacks on the back of it. The truck pics should only get better, as I'm going to Fort McMurray on Friday morning. I'll be taking pics of the most ridiculous

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1166338377258006132006-12-16T23:48:00.000-07:002006-12-16T23:52:57.273-07:00

It's been awhile since we've had one of those "only in Alberta" vehicle-realted posts, so here's what I saw the other day while driving home from work on 109 St. I don't have a camera phone so I wasn't able to take a photo of the truck I saw, so this picture will have to do. Yes, they now make novelty rubber testicles you can hang from the back of your truck. Yikes.

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1165945606015875762006-12-12T10:44:00.000-07:002006-12-12T10:46:46.040-07:00

Asked the next morning at the United Nations whether he and Mr. Annan had made peace at the farewell event, Mr. Bolton said, “Nobody sang ‘Kumbaya,’ ” referring to a confessional song celebrating companionship. Told of Mr. Bolton’s comment, Mr. Annan said, “But does he know how to sing it?”-NY Times

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1165864963366330062006-12-11T12:21:00.000-07:002006-12-11T16:07:33.896-07:00

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1164690859157095292006-11-27T22:11:00.000-07:002006-11-27T22:17:21.366-07:00

(click to enlarge)Apparently, through obscene and nonsensical search terms. I think this just proved how full of crap this shack is ... which I guess, sorta fulfills the point of this blog?!

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Macy's Thanksgiving Day ParadeKinda the real reason why I went to New York (besides finally visiting the MoMA). Though in hindsight, I really shouldn't travel to New York on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving since I-95 is literally the highway to hell that day, stretching a 4-hour trip to over 6-hours. Anyway, after I dropped everything off at the hostel, I headed to the Museum of Natural History

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1164071579911335432006-11-20T16:52:00.000-07:002006-11-20T18:13:00.283-07:00

This past Thursday night after going to the Oilers game (thanks for the hookup, Robin), I got in my car and jetted home, grabbed my camera, threw on some long johns and ventured over to the west end Best Buy for 11:30pm. I got there to find a slew of tents, Tim Horton's, laptops, PSP's and more than 50 people who were willing to drop $700 on the PS3. I spent the next 9 hours in the parking lot,

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1163654448269552752006-11-15T21:50:00.000-07:002006-11-15T22:24:31.536-07:00

There are many good bits about Project Runway that make the show so addictive. The fact that Bravo! decides to rerun the show like 7 times a day in lieu of any other original programming (because it has none), basically just reinforces any addiction that I have towards the show. The highlight of this season's Project Runway was undoubtly a scene where Catherine Malandrino was the guest judge for

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1163465376686899642006-11-13T17:39:00.000-07:002006-11-13T19:50:03.420-07:00

After weeks of waiting and various types of internet hype, I finally was able to go to the Fresh Kicks event at Halo last night. For those of you who haven't had to listen to my ramblings about the event, it was a sneaker showcase that celebrated hip-hop culture. Having never been to this kind of show, I didn't know what to expect when I walked in (special thanks to Chloe for letting me drag her

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1163205471902819942006-11-10T17:25:00.000-07:002006-11-11T00:57:30.296-07:00

Amy Sedaris came into town and I missed out on her talk and book signing.Look, I tried, okay. I even offer to pay for somebody's ticket ... which is actually free but is in limited supply. I had such high hopes, too, thinking I can get you an autographed cheeseball or something. Instead I couldn't even get you a picture of the event on Google image search. (The accompanying picture is obviously

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1162958405144727372006-11-07T20:34:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:42:20.556-07:00

I just finished the cathartic experience of typing a long detailed post of how crappy my apartment is (the last straw happened today as I was walking home and I just happened to look up and noticed that some workers have ripped out big chunks out of our balcony ... why?!!!! I don't know!!! ) when I decided to grab a late night snack—which led me to this:Now, I have alluded to my roommate's

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1162448957305720892006-11-01T23:24:00.000-07:002006-11-02T22:06:19.980-07:00

Sorry to interrupt the latest, and no doubt, fascinating, development on Chris's hair. But this is the most hilarious and round-about shoutout to Dose I've seen in a while. Actually, ever.Considering the rich history between Dose and Gateway, I cannot resist bringing this forward. Also, I think this filled up all the cultural relevance quota that has been missing since the first issue.(I don't

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1162357997176443492006-10-31T21:21:00.000-07:002006-10-31T23:33:38.250-07:00

In the words of the late Owen Hart: "Enough is enough and it's time for a change!"The notion came to me around a week ago. I was dismissive at first, telling myself that the urge would pass and I'd be happy to have resisted the temptation. I mean, this is my identifying feature--what made Iris like me last year and what spawned the creation of a plentitude of staff ads in my section when I was

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1162335994783763572006-10-31T15:24:00.000-07:002006-11-02T00:13:03.666-07:00

After two months of putting up a brave face and telling everybody how awesome my Boston life has been so far, I think I'm getting a bit homesick. People back home are having super fun-looking street hockey games, meeting celebrities, trailing sketchy-looking cars, making 15 consecutive "newspaper=GO" posts on the Gateway blog and shitting out novels in 30 days. In comparison, my roommate is so

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1161123247991375172006-10-17T15:53:00.000-06:002006-10-17T16:14:08.656-06:00

As my friend and former managing ed. pointed out in his response to my previous post, the spinner rims I advertised did not come as delivered. For that I apologize. I found a pic I snapped of the car, which helps to explain what I saw a little better. To make it up to those of you who were disappointed with the last video, I went out and found some rim footage that will make you want to supe up

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1161061018867047162006-10-16T22:46:00.000-06:002006-10-16T22:56:58.883-06:00

The events in the video took place a few days ago. While driving on Stony Plain Road, a car with spinner hubcaps motored past my car. I immediately grabbed my cameraphone and with Chloé riding shotgun, we were in hot pursuit of some hilariously bad car customization. As you can see by the tragic way that the video ends, the spinner rims aren't fully exposed. Your best bet of getting a look at

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1160197913720920052006-10-06T22:48:00.000-06:002006-10-06T23:31:04.830-06:00

Here in Boston, there's this thing call First Friday, where the SoWa Artist Guild building has an open house on the first Friday night of each month. The building was, not so surprisingly, a warehouse/factory-type building in its former life and it has like 50 studios and many galleries. For this First Friday thing, most of the artists clean up their studio and let you poke around it. There are

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1159842745391408072006-10-02T20:26:00.000-06:002006-10-02T20:32:25.670-06:00

I now have a roommate. It's my sister. Don't get me started.

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1159639754979923392006-09-30T11:40:00.000-06:002006-09-30T22:48:47.923-06:00

Once a point a time (as in 3:30am last night) I was staying up late to work on an article when I heard some shuffling in the kitchen. The shuffling was soon followed by abject squeaking and more shuffling. Without a doubt, I knew we caught a mouse. I freaked out a bit because I certainly didn't want to go touch it and dig the trap out from underneath the dishwasher. Fortunately, the boys next

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1158948305182903512006-09-22T11:59:00.000-06:002006-09-27T21:02:26.623-06:00

August 30th was a day I'll never forget. It was the day that I feverishly packed up the last of the annoyingly small things I wanted to take from my Crap Shack and moved them over to my new apartment, which I can't really even call a Crap Shack. Maybe it can keep the name, but lose the capitalization. crap shack. Okay, that works.Anyway, I could take some parting shots at my old apartment,

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1158815377875296002006-09-20T23:01:00.000-06:002006-09-20T23:21:07.336-06:00

As I mentioned in a recent comment, we have a mouse problem at the Crap Shack Boston Chapter.I'm wondering, had I name our blog the Carp Shack, would I been able to avoid a fate of super-intelligent mice and their uncanny ability to snatch pieces of chicken and cheese out of mouse traps without setting that thing off. The trap moved, so I knew they were there. And I can't believe that thing

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1158710646432177882006-09-19T17:43:00.000-06:002006-09-19T18:04:06.463-06:00

Last Saturday after spending the day checking pulses and learning the proper maneuvers for transporting casulties in and out of various models of stretchers, I made my way out to Lamont, which is a tiny, tiny town about 20 minutes out of Fort Saskatchewan, for a wedding. There was no cross-over between blogs, unless conversing briefly with Leah's parents counts. But since I went to a wedding, as

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1158546306447842602006-09-17T20:08:00.000-06:002006-09-17T20:36:21.100-06:00

Before Chris goes ahead and post pictures of his new NOT-crap shack, I just need to get this off my chest.This sudden bout of guilt can be attributed to the dickwad that I came across today. I decided to head out to Cooliage Corner this evening after I finished posting my last entry. Now Boston is obviously a big city and, not surprisingly, people have big city temperaments. They drive

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1158526212901642122006-09-17T13:40:00.000-06:002006-09-17T20:34:05.676-06:00

You can, however, purchase $2.99 IRIS dish towels at IKEA!And wrestle the entire university student population and their trolley-full of BILLY bookcases and SULTAN mattresses, too.Miraculously, we somehow managed to transport my full size mattress by jamming it into Emily's Focus. We tried our best and it took us an entire hour to do this. Emily and I had to pull our seats to the very front for

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1157858454970795882006-09-09T21:16:00.000-06:002006-09-09T21:20:54.970-06:00

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1157652097146600022006-09-07T11:34:00.000-06:002006-09-09T18:54:17.120-06:00

In keeping with the theme of members of The Girl House and The Crap Shack going to weddings in exotic locations together, Chloé and I packed our bags last weekend and headed off to sunny Fort McMurray to see my good friends Adrian and Claudette tie the knot. The weekend was, in the words of Jim Lahey, a shitstorm—the good kind of shitstorm though. Our initial plan was to leave the city by noon

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1157438482930924102006-09-04T23:49:00.000-06:002006-09-06T20:32:04.820-06:00

You know what else is even more retarded? Puting the game time as 2:05pm on the ticket when, in fact, game starts at 7:05pm. Lame! This is why I hate America!So my roommate, Emily, and I ended up reaching Fenway 5 hours early and wondering what happened to the notoriously loyal and excited Red Sox fanbase that inspired the (shitty) movie Fever Pitch. We whittled down these 5 hours by braving the

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1157051613315492972006-08-31T12:20:00.000-06:002006-08-31T13:15:37.396-06:00

Okay, I lied. This is going to be my last post on Canadian soil. I'm currently rolling in the Air Canada Maple Leaf Lounge in the otherwise shabby Terminal 2 of the Pearsons Airport. That's right folk, I'm still in Canada ... despite setting off on this journey since 10:30pm last night.As I may have told some of you guys, I managed to cash my Aeroplan miles for a pair of sweet sweet business

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1156994045369773552006-08-30T20:49:00.000-06:002006-08-30T21:16:48.960-06:00

Well, here's my last post on Canadian soil. Meh, feel kinda ambivalent right now. Anyway, here are the few precious memories that I have of my home country of the past 11 years:A pretty awesome party trick that Rozenhart taught me:Look, Wilfrid is happy!Now Wilfrid is sad. (Apparently this party trick can be applied to any Canadian paper currency. Try it yourself!)Oh and this cartoon series on

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1156552168005816042006-08-25T18:11:00.000-06:002006-08-25T18:41:36.426-06:00

Not sure how credible this is, but I found it to at the very least be entertaining. We need to talk about this at the Osama pow wow, Iris. Highlights of this story include: Osama's dreams of killing Bobby Brown to get Whitney and his willingness to break the colour rule to marry her. My favourite part of the whole thing, though, comes when it's revealed that Osama's former mistress went on to be

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1156474245252405162006-08-24T20:16:00.000-06:002006-08-25T20:36:49.096-06:00

I have been checking the Transportation Security Administration's website quite religiously lately—for good reason of course, seeing that I will be heading towards USofA in a week. Included amongst the list of perennial banned items—such as knives, meat cleavers and sabers—are some newly added hazards such as toothpaste, liquid mascara and shampoo. And they still won't let you bring booze.

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1156120647834947822006-08-20T17:32:00.000-06:002006-08-20T18:49:18.820-06:00

Recently, as in merely 24 hours ago, 2 representatives of the house blogs have embarked on a trip to Saskatoon—which I have been describing as the middle America of Canada. The official reason is to attend my friend Deanna's wedding. The unofficial reason is the chance to wear kickin' dresses, buffet dinner and open bar. (The open bar did not happen though since the bride and groom didn't want to

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1155949246192328472006-08-18T18:45:00.000-06:002006-08-18T19:00:46.206-06:00

While watching Days recently, I noticed something peculiar. There Abe Carver and his estranged wife (sexy) Lexie sat in Brady Pub, Abe belittling Lexie for her inability to be a faithful wife. Nothing out of the ordinary here, right? Wrong. Behind Lexie was a cutesy poster thing that said "Peacock" and had a picture of said bird on it (probably someone at NBC thinking it was clever/subtle

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1155612087546660282006-08-14T21:12:00.000-06:002006-08-14T21:21:27.563-06:00

Here are a couple of pics from the Peaches show last night. Sorry, but you'll have to pick up a copy of Vue to read about how awesomely radtacular it was. But yes, that is a giant inflatable penis in the background.

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1155320135825895192006-08-11T12:00:00.000-06:002006-08-11T14:00:08.276-06:00

Because there isn't another morale-killing act as effective and as depressing as preventing all airline passengers from purchasing duty free liquor. Hello! I know that extra large, extra cheap bottle of Absolut is the only thing I look forward to when I'm faced with the prospect of crammed seats, a smelly fat guy down with the flu who'll inevitably sit next to me as dictated by Murphy's Law and

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1155189521076478242006-08-09T23:47:00.000-06:002006-08-09T23:58:41.093-06:00

The remote for my TV is a mess. The 3, 6, 9 and the volume-down buttons don't work on it; I have no idea why. The remote doesn't mesh well with my love for Showcase's quality weeknight programming. When I want to get to Showcase, the fastest thing I can do is turn to channel 28, then click up three times as fast as possible. Tonight, I went to 28 as usual, clicked up, and at the last second,

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154929359433587242006-08-06T23:12:00.000-06:002006-08-06T23:42:39.446-06:00

It's Sunday and I've already seen the Strangers With Candy movie twice since Friday. Obsessed? A bit. Call it Liz Phair syndrome, but I'll consume anything Amy Sedaris puts out: the good, the bad, the indie, the mainstream. I just love her that much. Saying that, like any TV show made into a full-length film, the Strangers With Candy movie was a bit disappointing. Now I'm not going to bore you

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154899720727561582006-08-06T14:31:00.000-06:002006-08-06T15:28:40.833-06:00

Sometimes university life becomes monotonous, and you have to step outside of the campus world and its surrounding area. The break in monotony can be refreshing. It's always good to keep the big picture in mind, to remember that there's more to this city, more to life, than two LRT stops, some places to get drunk, and Foosh (my new favourite sneaker spot). And sometimes, you have to go to

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154582358878654462006-08-02T23:14:00.000-06:002006-08-02T23:27:48.210-06:00

An actual printed comment from a reader in the Edmonton Journal in regards to that A&W commercial where the woman clearly says the word "jizz": "I'm disappointed the couple on TV who end up at A&W after a bad experience in a fancy restaurant aren't a real couple. I just love them. I never get tired of watching that commercial."

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154466374967558132006-08-01T14:58:00.000-06:002006-08-01T23:34:55.536-06:00

To balance the YouTube link of Nancy Grace humilating a kidnapping victim on TV, here's a YouTube video of a celebrity baby shower that only a comedic mind can envision. This is is actually funny—instead of the unintentional and rage-inducing kind of funny in that Nancy Grace clip. Even though it is just some girl parodying various actresses, I think people besides Tyson should see this. The

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154410423303698802006-07-31T23:01:00.000-06:002006-08-01T02:12:00.003-06:00

This is the reason why people are so skeptical of broadcast "jornalism." Not that I watch a lot of Nancy Grace ... or that I watch Nancy Grace at all. However, I've seen plenty YouTube evidence of her getting preachy and condescending at her guests. I'm pretty sure that Larocque can back me up on this since he actually watches Nancy Grace—for the irony and fun of course.So it should come as no

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1154117067462833072006-07-28T13:43:00.000-06:002006-07-28T14:04:27.516-06:00

I just got off the phone with Ms Peaches and let me tell you, I am more than slightly aroused. Now I never usually get all fan-boy on my interview subjects' asses (save for Kathleen Edwards which, as Iris can attest to, I was giggling and blushing at work for two days straight after I talked to her last summer and at least two more days after I met her in person and she said she loved-- and even

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1153852286269821132006-07-25T12:31:00.000-06:002006-07-27T11:35:06.456-06:00

In typical O'Leary fasion, here's the rest of my Steve Nash weekend, five days after I promised it. Wednesday proved to be a letdown. After I had built up the idea of the interview in my head for three weeks, I was lumped into a pile of bottom feeders who had three minutes to split questions up with Nash. While not a one on one, a three on one is better than nothing; though it's close. Later that

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1153450415211132292006-07-20T20:40:00.000-06:002006-07-20T20:53:35.226-06:00

I woke up yesterday morning at 4:51am. I had a mission. After a year of comparisons from Gateway folk, I was going to get the definitive answer from the man himself. The question would be, "Hey Steve Nash, do you think we look alike?" I'll explain. A few weeks ago, I got an email from the guy at Nike who gives me free shoes. He invited me out to Vancouver to check out the Nike Skills Academy,

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1153360548946657862006-07-19T19:53:00.000-06:002006-07-19T21:44:32.876-06:00

Whatever it is, I want to smoke some of that!

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1152949892846567252006-07-15T01:46:00.000-06:002006-07-15T12:34:53.966-06:00

I just realized that I forgot to mention that I saw a MINI limo when I was in Taiwan. Though I wasn't quick enough to get a picture when the real object drove by, a quick google search proved that it wasn't a figment of my imagination. Behold, the funniest oxymoron on wheels!Also, because a limo is not a limo unless you can go all pimp-my-ride with it by adding a hot tub, the MINI limo also comes

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1152640072769439592006-07-11T11:02:00.000-06:002006-07-11T11:47:52.896-06:00

It's common knowledge that I don't live in a great apartment complex. It's dirty, smelly at times, the elevators suck, and someone next to or beneath me blasts three tracks from Michael Jackson's Thriller album. Religiously. While there are an endless amount of characters in the building that have made it worthwhile to live here over the last year (White Trash Lady, One-Legged Woman, the friendly

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1152553342668399532006-07-10T11:05:00.000-06:002006-07-10T13:47:46.253-06:00

Without Taiwan, Ang Lee wouldn't have existed. Without Ang Lee, the world probably wouldn't know that cowboys can be gay. And without gay cowboys, Crash probably would have won the best picture Oscar ... wait a minute...Anyway, Taiwan, as a place where the bubble tea was invented and parliamentary fights degenerates into all out food fights, has many tasty goodies to offer. (As a side note,

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1151969839720842252006-07-03T17:16:00.000-06:002006-07-03T17:37:19.746-06:00

It's been a month since I've contributed to the blog and even though nothing's really happened to me that's worth blogging about (unless interviewing Slayer counts), I had a dream last night about a fellow Crapshacker so I thought I'd share. For some reason, Iris and I were right in the front row on the first balcony at the Jubileee Auditorium. We were watching a rock show and then the anonymous

Tysonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1151756143173293182006-07-01T05:53:00.000-06:002006-07-01T06:21:07.426-06:00

So far, the Crap Shack has deviated from its main mission statement--that is, to record the painfully exciting/unexciting life of my Boston roommies--and has veered towards pictures of crazy-ass insects and hot shoes. Well well, we should be back on track soon as the search for my real Boston roommies is now 1/3 over.I found him through the university roommate list--which, btw, is alarmingly

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1151680234795787262006-06-30T08:52:00.000-06:002006-06-30T09:10:34.886-06:00

I've been away from TCS for a while, so I thought today would be a good time to post some pics and talk about what I've been doing. Mostly I've been searching high and low for vehicles with stupid things written on their back windows. Here's some of the best of what I've found: This gem was stopped in front of me at a red light over the weekend when I went back to Fort Mac to see my fam. Just in

Chris Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17960612819761256935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1150870629079157022006-06-20T23:45:00.000-06:002006-06-21T00:17:09.106-06:00

(I'm pretty sure Covered in Oil used this picture before. But I'm too lazy to advance beyond the first page of google image search for another image.)I mean, I didn't even expect the Oilers to beat the cephalopod-loving Red Wings in game 6--which led to the inappropriate touching of an overexcited oilfan impressed by a Nazi-themed pickup line. And I certainly didn't expect them to advance past

Tonka Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201696978714641596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23154212.post-1150171825625379522006-06-12T21:55:00.000-06:002006-06-12T22:10:25.640-06:00

The bad news: a cockroach had finally breached our defense and entered our home! It was a tad surprising as we have been leaving cockroach baits (poisonous of course) in strategic areas and dad had installed some sort of electronic supersonic insect repellent and we're not allowed to open any door or window for over 5 seconds. So how in the hell did this cockroach enter our hermetically sealed

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I came upon this strange alcoholic concoction when I went grocery shopping (the same place with the continuously looped Japanese Stephen Cojocaru ad). Now, I was in too much of a hurry to do anything except snapping a picture with my cellphone. So I have no idea if this supposedly strawberry flavoured alcoholic beverage resembles anything like a beverage in term of consistency. Is it clear? Is it

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Iris, you'd think that since May sweeps have come and gone that there would be no more good TV shows for you to be missing. Well, enter Game Show Marathon: some weird hybrid of those shows where D-List celebrities still rich enough to support themselves go on TV to raise money for their 'charities,' and obscure game shows no one under the age of 50 remembers. Hosted by none other than Ricki "

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I saw this car on my way to school this morning but was in too much of a hurry to take a picture of it. When I saw the car this morning, it was parked hastily at an angle (a very bad parkjob) and was parked in a no-parking zone, for which the owner was getting a ticket. It wasn't until I walked past the car, though, that I saw just how much the owner deserved his ticket. When I came back from

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