Rick Mercer’s blog. Sweet.
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Rick Mercer’s blog. Sweet.
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I’m off for two weeks, visiting the brother & his girlfriend in London. I’ll give updates on any new music he exposes me to (he’s a trusted source of new bands, especially of the Brit & blues varieties), and of the NIN concert at the Brixton Academy the night before we fly home.
In the meantime, I leave you with the three best albums released so far this year:
Assignment 1: finished and uploaded. That’s really the only thing I needed to do before we left. So today will be much like yesterday: errands, loose ends, etc.
We have three Summerlicious reservations made already, but it just seems that I’m destined to never eat at Canoe. I was so close that one time…so close…but all I get from now is a busy signal.
Getting pretty excited now…we leave tomorrow afternoon. I’m debating tactics: stay awake during the flight and sleep when we reach London (which would be about midnight EST)? Or try to sleep on the plane? I have no problem with flying, but it’s hard to sleep in those seats and I’ll be totally hopped up anyway so sleeping might not even be an option.
I gotta tell you, I’ll be happy just to get on the plane and not think about work or school. This is our first vacation since Xmas, and my head’s getting a little spinny…
Let’s think about that for a minute – 87% of people will pay $1 for a bagel if you put out a jam jar with a hole cut in the lid, so why wouldn’t the same number of people pay 50c for an MP3 if you give them a PayPal link?
Oh good, ’cause I so enjoyed this the last garbage strike.
Canada’s Live 8 lineup & location finally confirmed blah blah blah. First of all…Barrie?
Second of all, what retarded archaeologist dug up this set list?
I’m embarassed. Why in the fuck are we perpetuating to the world the myth that the only two worthwhile Canadian musicians are Bryan Adams and CELINE FUCKING DION!!?!??
My kingdom for an Arcade Fire…
[update] As TOist points out Bryan Adams and Celine Dion can’t even be arsed to come to Toronto Barrie to perform. They’re conferencing in from Las Vegas.
I’m on hold with MasterCard. I’m listening to a muzak version of REM‘s “So. Central Rain”. It makes me very, very sad.
Music that’s slipped onto my Nomad in the last few days:
There’s a long tradition of using geeky names for software, but this crosses the line from geeky to dorky:
YubNub: a (social) command line for the web.
If you know what “YubNub” is, you’re a geek. If you don’t hate it, you’re a dork.