Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
"The sea lamprey is an eel-like, jawless fish that entered the Great Lakes from the east coast of the United States through the canal system. It feeds like a monster in a low − budget horror movie − it uses its mouth to attach itself to a healthy fish, gore through its scales and skin with its tongue, and suck out its fluids. The sea lamprey has contributed to the extinction of three species of cisco fish and the collapse of commercial fisheries. (Invasive Species Specialist Group)"
That's right, kids. There are no sharks in lakes. But counsellor Claire didn't tell you there are FOOT-LONG BLOOD-SUCKING VAMPIRE EELS.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
RT @marshallk feel like I'm in a giant room filled w/ thousands of people doing their thing but leaning in to talk to each other at times. i love twitter
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
In the case of nursing, when you can't really have enough nurses, it's downright socially irresponsible for your profs to use these scare tactics. In the case of journalism, music, philosophy, international development, and a million other majors where there's too many students who want to do it and not enough jobs for them, programs should limit enrollment. It's also socially irresponsible and cruel to let thousands of students into a program, take their tuition money, then essentially laugh at their stupidity by telling them their degree is useless.
Argh. Argh. Bleah.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
"Man, Claire's posts have been so boring and journalism-y lately. Where's the juicy stuff?" Read on, friends.
Last night I went to my friend Michelle’s house (no, not Megababe; yes, everyone I know from home is named Michelle). We’ve known each other since high school and were briefly roommates. She was having a barbecue, and I was in town, so I popped by for a beer.
“Popping by for a beer” turned into a few beers, which turned into Michelle’s friend somehow convincing me it would be a good idea to come to the bar even though I was wearing my usual jeans-T shirt-hoodie-Converse sneakers uniform. Which turned into a fantastic discovery.
El Convento Rico’s. A gay bar in Little Italy.
The decor seems to be bowling alley/casino inspired, with TVs flashing in exhaustingly bright colours and more disco lights than usual. They play the usual Madonna/Beyonce/Village People type gay bar fare, with the usual midnight drag show. They have booths along one side that appear to be swathed in mosquito nets.
But what makes it fantastic is the clientele, composed of four distinct groups:
1) Young gay men
2) Aging lesbians
3) Straight men hoping girls will get bored of dancing with men who aren’t interested in them, thus increasing their odds of picking up at the end of the night (you can find these fine specimens of humanity at any gay bar), and:
4) Straight women throwing stagettes, dressed in veils, cat suits, and head bands with vibrators strapped to them.
A gay bar doesn’t seem like the first venue that would spring to mind when planning a stagette, but apparently it’s quite popular. So popular, in fact, that according to the people I was with who came there often, there’s a stagette party almost every time they go.
I don’t care how much you hate Madonna. This is a hilarious sight. Just sitting down and people watching is worth the cover. The bridal party women throw themselves at the gay men, the straight men try unsuccessfully to grind with the women from behind, the lesbians stand around and drink, and everyone overstimulates themselves with flashing lights, glow sticks, alcohol, and vibrating head bands. Not recommended for the epileptic.
And to conclude I leave you with this video, reposted from The Peach. You're welcome.