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This commercial is a Canadian institution for my generation. It took me a billion years to find the video and after incessantly quoting it to people years after the fact, I HAVE FOUND THE COMMERCIAL! PRAISE JESUS! We used to repeat this verbatim and it was one long-running joke. Needless to say, I am giddy about this find.  

Well, people don't see the real me, right. They just see my acne problem. People think I eat too many chocolate bars or that I don't wash my face.


My brother says I'll probably grow out of it, but I don't think so, no.  

Colbert in '08, y'all!

OMGGGGGG, it was so very, very awkward! I went to a strip club for the first time last night. No, I am not some pervy type who is on the prowl for man-flesh. It was my friend's stagette so we took her out for a night of debauchery, male strippers and alcohol to get her drunk off her ass. We started the night out at Milestones for some good food, some drinks and a few shots. Well, for me, I nixed the drinks and only went for a shot (broken down golf cart, FTW!) because I am not just poor, I am po as Oprah would say, due to still being effin' unemployed. After that, we headed to Brampton since in ALL OF THE TORONTO AREA, Brampton has the ONLY straight male strip club. The other male strip club is a gay male strip club whose clientele are old, pervy, desperate men. No thanks. As a strip club newbie, I was ignorant of many things so as a result, I am out $20 (on top of the cover charge and drink minimum). So if you too are a strip club newbie and you plan to visit one some day, this post may serve as a lesson.  

The place we went to was called Foxxes Den. Quoted from their website:

"This elegant and upscale establishment features an array of gorgeous male performers and entertainers suitable for the most exotic of tastes of today's women.

The comfortable surroundings include sophisticated yet fun atmoshpheire. FoxxesDen is the North American Premier Dance Club."

Yeah, right! Elegant and upscale, my ass. If this is what is considered upscale, I would hate to see what is considered not upscale by these standards. $10 cover charge and a $10 drink minimum per person (this is not the $20 I was referring to though). It is so very cheesy and a so very awkward experience. But more cheesy than anything. The strippers/performers/entertainers on the stage had these costumes they started out with, in true cliché fashion. There was a "jailbird" (or "convict"), "navy officer", "fireman", "monk" (or whatever he was trying to be with that hideous brown robe), "grim reaper" and some other thing I can't remember because the guy had started his show as we came in. There was so much showmanship that it took forever and a day to get to the damn stripping. I/we were like, "TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF". Not because we were particularly wanting to see the guy nekkid or that we thought he was hot, it was just because the dancing and prancing around was getting so tiresome and boring. I didn't pay $20 just to see some guy dance around like an idiot.

Once the guys got down to their undies/thong, things got really hilarious and crazy. Eventually, they would take it ALL off and then use a small towel to "cover up". All these ladies would go down to the stage area with $20s, I believe, to have some "special time" with the guy, throughout their act. He would go to each one and either gyrate on them, bump and grind, or do some weird acrobatic thing with them -- or do all three. All of which, of course, while stimulating sex. There were quite a few cougars who wanted some of the action, some who went on stage for every guy pretty much. There was this lady who was in her 60s or even 70s who was bumping and grinding like nobody's business on this one stripper, and parts of her body (i.e. granny arms) were jiggling all over the place. And I do not ever again want to witness old ladies doing the stuff that I saw them doing last night. EVER. This one pair of cougars sandwiched a stripper and my friend referred to that as a "geriatric sandwich" LOL.

The majority of the guys were mediocre looking. Most had nice bodies but in terms of overall sexyness, they were "meh". If the place had a Gerald Butler, Ryan Phillippe, David Beckham, Brad Pitt, hell, even a George Clooney type, I would be throwing my money and panties at them. Alas, they didn't really have any guys that were my cup of tea. As people on ohnotheydidnt would say, DO NOT WANT. The final act, which I think was supposed to be the "highlight" of the night, was a performance with a former Chip'n'Dales dancer. He performed as a navy officer to, get this, "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion (at least in his beginning act). SO CHEESY! The girls were going wild... or maybe they just really wanted one of the roses he was giving out. I admit it, I did a double-take and thought, "not bad, not bad at all" especially in comparison to the previous strippers. He reminded me a bit of George Eads from CSI from where I was sitting, which was not really close to the stage at all (but rather, near the back on this little platform thing). I later confirmed that I was very mistaken when I got an upclose view of him. After the show, he was walking around with this 8x10 promotional shot of him in a fireman's uniform, soliciting "private time" from the ladies (he seemed to have quite a few takers). To the right is one of my "stealth shots" of the navy guy pre-pants-coming-off.

( Some of the highlights of the night a.k.a. things that made me laugh or amused me: )

I went down to Ryerson Theatre to go in the Rush line to see The Last Kiss (so I could make use of my "Pink" voucher that I got from volunteering at the film festival). Zach Braff and Rachel Bilson and apparently other people from the cast were there but being the determined cow that I am, I thought to myself that I've waited this long, I must not lose my spot! So I didn't go to the red carpet area, thinking I'd get into the movie.

Well, I didn't and I was le sad. THEY BLOODY STOPPED THE RUSH LINE ABOUT 7-8 PEOPLE IN FRONT OF ME!!! Bastards! So I wandered around looking for some coffee from Tim Hortons... that's when I came across a crapload of people taking pictures nearby College station. I poked around and found out it was some One X One event and Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, and other celebs were coming. I stuck around and tried to get some pics but there were big tall people around me. One dude didn't speak English and was saying "is this actor?" pointing to his camera's LCD screen. Then another dude was just standing with his big fat head in front of me, not doing anything (i.e. taking pictures or celebrity 'stalking' kind of things). I didn't get it, they didn't seem to care much about what was going on and yet blocking my view the entire time so I couldn't take good pictures. AND when Brad Pitt showed up, that dude that was just standing watching, he started waving his arm at him, screaming "BRAD". For a non-female and non-fangirly age, I don't get the point of waving around your arm at celebs, personally.

I froze my ass off. Here are some of the pics.

   
THAT'S TOTALLY BRAD PITT!!! I wish I got a shot of him facing the damn camera.

      

Matt Damon

( More pictures )
ALSO, at my Toronto Film Festival volunteering yesterday, I saw Brad Pitt twice (once when he was being escorted to the VIP/talent elevator for the screening of Babel, and once when he was being introduced inside the theatre before the film started) and Russell Crow. ANDDDDDDDDDDD interesting story, but I was working on the Main floor at Roy Thompson Hall and we're supposed to direct people to their appropriate areas depending on what their ticket says. So this fat dude and his friend come up to me and this girl I was working with (but mostly the girl as I was a step or two up) and the friend asks where he's supposed to go. Meanwhile, I'm just staring at the fat dude thinking DUDE HE LOOKS SO FAMILIAR!!! Then I realize, OMFGGGGG IT'S MICHAEL MOORE! I wish I had realized earlier so I could say, "Hey dude. I like your work and I've read all your books, and I still like you even if people call your stuff left wing propaganda", though I'd probably wouldn't say all that because I am an idiot who only thinks of stuff to say after the fact, and so I said nothing at all.

I also wish I had a camera phone.

Next time I'm at a club, I'm gonna be a dancing machine (that is, after following the dance lessons from Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen).

See instructional videos:
This is hot
This is hotter

I'm gonna be electric sliding, whilst clapping, all over the dance floor. And y'all will be jealous of my sweet moves.

And if you're wondering why I am up, posting this, at 2:50 AM... it's because I am sadly obsessed with finishing Diner Dash 2 and level 27 is kicking my ass.

I totally "partied off the pounds" with Richard Simmons yesterday. AND I met him, thank you very much.

 Now, I can cross Richard Simmons off my list of people I need to meet before I die. 
Next up: David Hasselhoff (the HOFF!!!!) and Bob Saget...and maybe Chuck Norris too. His "humor value" has gone up significantly as of late.

        
    

Straylight Run concert
On Friday night, I went to the Straylight Run concert; Hot Rod Circuit, Northstar and Say Anything opened up for them.
Say Anything was okay, my least favourite of the bunch, mostly because of the way the lead singer annunciated some of the words, really annoyed me (plus he sort of reminded me, visually, of Chris Parnell from SNL). I liked Northstar, they were good - and for some reason, I was mesmerized by the many (many) times the drummer kept wiping himself down with a towel after EVERY SINGLE SONG...and very thoroughly too. Hot Rod Circuit had an equipment problem before their set and the lead singer got all hissy-fit-y about it, storming on stage and yelling at the equipment people - it was mighty amusing. He was like "we were fucking paid to play and when we fucking get on the fucking stage, we expect everything to be ready so we can play for the fucking people". Ha.
Straylight Run were fucking awesome. Too bad from where I was standing, big fat heads were in my way so I couldn't see the far left of the stage, where the keyboard is. So sometimes I couldn't see Michelle and sometimes John. Oh well. I was hoping to hear "Costello" but John said that because we all illegally downloaded it, it wasn't supposed to be heard yet or something. So they said they won't play it...at least not any time soon. Too bad because I love that song. As for a song I never really thought much of before the concert, but liked it a lot after hearing it live, that has to be "It's For The Best". Oh and apparently, as Herberth told me but I wouldn't bet my cows on it, John Nolan was standing right behind me for the whole of the Hot Rod Circuit set and talking to people. AND I DIDN'T KNOW IT. Good thing I never did anything like pick a wedgie or something during that time haha.

THE MOST FUNNIEST VIDEO CLIP YOU'VE GOTTA SEE (windows media player required)
Thanks to Jo for sending this to me. I almost peed my pants laughing.
Richard Simmons on Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Is he trying to be more gay or is he just like that naturally??!!

Yesterday's Coheed and Cambria concert wrapped up a CRAPTASTIC week...that super sucked but luckily, the co&ca show was what got me through it . School is over but I still have 2 essays and 2 exams left to go (and I still gotta go to work for that service bursary job, bah!). But at least classes are ALL OVER.

I went to the Coheed show at The Phoenix yesterday. Opening up for them was Brazil, Funeral For a Friend and Rainer Maria. FFAR and Rainer Maria were good but COHEED REALLY rocked. They played, in no particular order: In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3, Three Evils (Embodied in Love and Shadow), Devil in Jersey City, Delirium Trigger, A Favor House Atlantic, The Velourium Camper I: Faint of Hearts, The Velourium Camper III: Al the Killer, The Crowing, Blood Red Summer, Time Consumer and Everything Evil. Unfortunately, they didn't play The Light & The Glass, which is one of my favourite songs on IKSOSE.

I also had the most horrendous washroom experience last night. *shudders* One of the "ladies" washrooms there, that was apparently a men's washroom before as it had urinals in there, was utterly disgusting. But when you gotta go, you gotta go. I just feel sorry for the custodian staff at The Phoenix.

I also ended up buying a t-shirt. The one I wanted was the "Dragonfly" one or the one with the design that WAS on my LJ icon but they didn't have my size. So I got this "Keywork" one instead.


I got it in Youth Large (cause last time at the TBS show, I bought a small and it turned out a wee bit too big) and the shirt fits fine except the sleeves are so flippin' long. I have to get around to hemming it but I'm scared I'll screw it up. I also liked the hoodie they had available but sadly, I didn't have $40 with me =( And if I hadn't spent that $6.50 on Smirnoff, I probably could've (later on) bought stickers and whatnot that they had available.

So yes, it turned out to be a good night even though it was raining most of last night and I HATE RAIN (rain = worms). Rain puts me in a bad mood, generally speaking.

p.s. there were WAY too many scene kids there. I felt like I was in a sea of emo glasses, studded belts, chucks, band tshirts (of OTHER bands, because it's an unwritten rule to NEVER wear a shirt of the band you're there to see), and quite a lot of stretched ears - it was like a page right out of "How to Dress Emo".

I saw Conan O'Brien yesterday at the Elgin Theatre, where he taped show #2 in Toronto.

It was quite spiffy. We sat on the bottom floor on the far left. I probably wouldn't have gotten the semi-good seats if it weren't for Derek (a la "Josephine's Derek") who waited in line for me as we (me and Josephine, who accompanied me downtown so she could get her ghetto-guitar-in-a-garbage-bag fixed) hustled over from York (which is hella far from the Elgin Theatre). But dude, the line up was hugeeeeee, there were tons of people there and even if you had reserved tickets, you weren't guaranteed in (there were more tickets given than seats available). But we got some free soup from the Primeau people and some hot chocolate [in a small cup] from Starbucks. It wasn't too cold, luckily, but I did start losing some feeling in my fingers.

The guests were Michael J. Fox, some guy who made moose calls and Nickelback. The show was hilarious, especially when the guy who did moose calls came on and Conan attempted to make some moose calls too. The only sucky part was when some ASSWIPE in the audience screamed out "FREAK" (re: the guy who did moose calls) and then the guy heard, seemed like he was hurt by the comment - his facial expression went from happy to suddenly sad (like that episode of the Simpsons when Ralph went to see Krusty with Lisa). I would've been. What a pisshead, what's the point of calling him a freak? I felt so bad for the guy :(

Well, after the show, Conan signed stuff for the front section. But since I was way off to the side and not really in the near front, I ran like a maniac to the front whilst jumping over seats and people and jackets and bags. It was sort of funny. I was leaving the mob of people, after I had gotten Conan to sign my ticket, as I saw Derek smushing his way INTO the crowd. Man, I rock with my "crazy seat jumping-ness". Luckily too 'cause he had to go shortly after. Anyway, then I got Max's autograph before he left and most of the band's as well. As you can see from the crappy scan above...

And the day started off sort of shitty. I had to write an exam for my Language and Gender class. The class I only bought the course kit to THIS WEEK and the textbook last week. Long story short, I studied my ass off the day before and everything I studied wasn't even on the exam. In fact, I probably could've done well on the exam without even doing any of the readings. I hope I did well at least.

A PICTURE POST!!! BIG PICTURES, COMMENTARY AND STUFF!!

Well last night was awesome because I went to the Something Corporate, Days Away, Mae, and Rx Bandits show.

I thought Days away was alright, they weren't very "musically exciting" for me. The lead singer seemed to always have his eyes closed.


Yeah my hand wasn't still and it got all wonky. I CALL IT ARTISTIC!

( Rest of my commentary with many pictures! )

And sadly, last night I lost $12 worth of TTC tokens. ARGHHHHHH! I'm pissed off about that still.

Okay this post took quite a long time to put together. I gotta start writing my sociology paper and start studying for an exam on Monday soon!!!

My poor little birdy is going through a moulting period. He had some bald patches and there was an assortment of lost feathers all over the ground (I could make a pillow with these feathers - well, a very SMALL pillow).

Now he's growing in new feathers on his little noogin and he looks quite ugly (hideous) at the moment. He's got these "pin feathers" on his head that look like "individiually wrapped" new feathers (or as someone else says: stick like things that if you touch it, you can see that it is a feather still growing in). And for some reason, this really grosses me out.

The DURING picture


( And now for the CUTE, AFTER picture! )

This weekend I went to Michigan...it was, um, interesting. And did anyone else know there's a town in Michigan called GAYLORD?!! I didn't and I was rather amused by this. Heh.

Here is a "pictorial commentary" or actually a "photo log" of the weekend.

( Lotta pictures ahead! )

We got home late last night and then today, it's back to uni with classes starting up again. Crap the place is literary packed with 1st year students. I could barely walk from point a to point b without almost walking into someone. Damn double cohort. Ugh.