Little known fact: Platinum Blonde’s impossible-to-find debut album was apparently hardcore punk. I also saw them when they came to my home town and, thrillingly, got a backstage pass to meet the band. (I wore it to school the next day, obvs. Most of the guys I had crushes on had hair just like Mark Holmes, which nowadays I find even more hilarious than the “Color Me Badd” aesthetic)
First shots of the Mobile Boardroom in the Canada Day parade! That’s me in pink and green to the right of the white board. I had a blast “firing” people (and then adding that we were hiring unpaid interns!) and telling all the kids they should be at home working on their resumes. I also wore a BP logo on my jacket and thanked everyone for buying oil and connecting so well with our global brand.
I can now cross “being in a parade” off my bucket list. And I didn’t even have to leave earth, learn an instrument or win a pageant or cup!
Since my plans to get out of Dodge fell through, I’m thinking of putting on some cheesy businesslady attire and heading down to be part of the illustrious Party Army “Mobile Boardroom” in the Canada Day parade (especially given that I’m a Party Army officer in good standing and this year’s boardroom aims to be more anti-corporate, anti-BP than ever). Even if it rains, it’ll be hella fun, like all the other PA parties and unicorn-like appearances of the magical Boardroom, which is always stocked with sweet old office equipment, including ancient phones and laptops.
Fucking painful to have to read this kind of lazy shit from so-called writer comedian-type people. Was no one paying attention during the Olympics to any of the quality, modern shit you could make Canadian jokes about?
Simple answer:No. Apparently, no one was. Can we let this feeble, dialect-based trope DIE already? Or is it still considered “cutting edge” to make fun of accents?
You can have your Megans and your Jaimes… As Eddie Vedder found out when he dedicated a song to him during a Pearl Jam show I saw in Vancouver last year, there is no Canadian that brings the tears and cheers like local boy Terry Fox.
I’m really digging a few of the tracks on Eminem’s new album, but did he need TWO “shake like Michael J. Fox” lyrics (in different songs)? One would have been funny, but two feels lazy. Or maybe that’s just my VanCity pride talking. (Also, my mom used to play with his older sisters when they lived on the same army base for a while as kids.)