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Montreal represent!

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London as seen from space.

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Fantomas/Melvins Big Band. There's this annual concert for "musique actuelle" in this town somewhere in this franco-province called Victoriaville and somehow they're able to pursuade Mike Patton and company, year after year, to come down and twang. I've had the chance to catch the man in action about 2 years back when he came to town touring with Mr.Bungle. If I somehow fuck this up and don't make it I'd like to submit myself to a year-long sensory-deprevation experiment. Maybe that'll teach me to gear-up. Anyways for those interested, check this out.

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Read: Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron.

Listen to: Refused.

Watch: Rules of Attraction.

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You want a big smile of confused delight. Click here.

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Want your very own island in the sun all to yourself? Now you can, just click here.

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Today was a good day for humanity. Will today save Irak? No, I doubt it. You see, I had no idea for my whole two hour long march down Ste-Cats just how many we actually were around the planet but more specifically the very march I was at. After reaching Berri-UQAM we got onto René-Lévesque heading back the other way which is when I thought: fuck this my toes feel fragile and dead, so I made my way over to PDA to warm up. I hung around staring for about 50 minutes at the masses that kept on coming. It was like watching a train go by that never ends. Montreal came out in fuckin' droves. I was pleasantly impressed and very cold. It was awesome to see so many people come out in opposition. However, it is inevitably going to happen. The U.S. are going to pillage and rape Irak.

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Here's a few estimates for the world-wide Anti-War Protest:
Global Count: 11 000 000
Montreal: 150 000!
Detroit: 2000
Halifax: 500
Seattle:55 000
Melbourne: 200 000
Bahrain: Dozens!!
Paris: 800 000
Berlin: 500 000
Rome: 2 500 000.
Barcelona 1 000 000.
London: 1 500 000.
Montevideo: 50 000
Madrid: 1 000 000.
New-York: 500 000
Berlin: 500 000
Antiwar.com
IndyMedia.org

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To the left is what will be known as the Shanghai World Financial Center, shown here next to China's tallest building Jinmao Tower. Japanese builders hope that the 101 story, 492 meter tall building will be the tallest on the planet.

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New-York Bites

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This time of year I start to really get pissed-off at the unrelenting assaults of who-needs-a-fridge cold. Which is why if I find myself still in this island of a city next year, I'm taking a trip. Somewhere nice and warm to temporarily forget what it's like to shiver. I was thinking about visinting my pal Fidel perhaps. He's always good for a dick-and-fart joke. I simply don't care for month after month after frozen month of this again. I've been doing it for a quarter century already, I think I've paid my dues. I need to brake the monotony of hibernation. Doing this will keep me sane. It will keep me from waking up every morning and cursing every single last flake of snow until I can rejoice at their melted, soggy demise once summer champions on.

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Read: Porno.

Listen to: Johnny Cash.

Watch: Cherish.

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A couple of days ago, Kid God and I bravely made our way deep with-in Nowhere a.k.a. the West-Island to surprise a long lost high-school buddy of ours, Geoff. Haven't laid eyes on the dude in about 6 long fuckin' years. Which gets one to thinking: "What have I done with my life?" "What could he have possibly become?" ... So on and so forth. Turns-out he hasn't changed a gawddamn. Which was somewhat comforting since I could only dread as to what people think of me. Which is why, 90% of the time, I coudn't care less. I also ran in to another guy from my old high-school who said he remembered me and that he went out with my first girlfriend 3 months prior. Whatever. Coming back to Geoff, him and Kid God proceded to recount the first time I ever smoked-up which I will now relay to you. You see I was a good 'lil boy who's poison of choice at the time Vodka or Peach Schnapps. So here I am questionning how to even inhale. To not fuck-up the joint Geoff had me smoke a cigarette to understand the complexities. Killed the cigarette, next up: joint. I'm one of those guys who didn't get loco off their first J. I found out at Geoff's party it's because I in fact did not master the fine art of inhaling. Which explains so much. (i.e.: Geoff and this other guy Guillaume playing an altered version of Cops & Robbers, Kid God turning the couch in-side out to find his "missing" choco-bar and me not understanding why they're all busting a gut laughing at "P.C.U.")

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Quote of the day: CIA Director George Tenet told the breakfast, "God teaches us to be resolute in the face of evil, using all of the weapons and armor that the word of God supplies." What an irritating moron. Hiding behing the guise of his fictitious white God.

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Every morning I get my ass out of bed like a good little boy. Then I sit down infront of the Turner news network to get the latest from Ari or W. or Powell or who the fuck ever. Today's update on the beating drum is provided to us by John Ashcroft, Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge and FBI Director Robert Mueller. I honnestly wake up every morning reminded how to hate.

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What else, oh, oh yeah:

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New Order (US)

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Ron Asheton was never in New Order!!! Where the hell did ya get THAT morsel of misinformation???
Oh and BTW SWEET BLOG!! It's all slick and black. Mmmmmmm.

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You see, I just put 2 and 2 together moments ago and I just mailed Dev to come up to Montreal and have a beer.

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A few years back my Uncle took part in a Troma flick entitled "Frostbiter: Wrath of the Wendigo". It also stars Ron Asheton of Stooges and New Order fame.

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Paul Pope

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Here's just a little background on my poll. Two bloggin' buddies of mine have differing opinions on just who's got the goods; Bam or Johnny. I added other CKYers to make it a little interesting. So far and not surprisingly Wee Man's in the lead.

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Read: Choke.

Listen to: Andrew WK.

Watch: Igby Goes Down.

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Next-Gen Camo

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As of late, when I'm not revamping my blog, I've had this obsession with the Camp Kill Yourself crew. This guy who clerks with me at the vid store spends his days and evenings buying and selling on e*bay. I've never been, don't really care to, in fact I think that was my very first time even typing the word. Anyways, he recently bought the Steve-O DVDs and was kind enough to lend them to me. Like watching a car crash or a zit on someone's face, you can't help but stare. Which is what I've been doing to killt time for the last couple days. I have an appreciation for their punk approach.

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Last night I came home from a night of getting my arse swift-kicked playing pool by one of the all-time nicest individuals you'll ever have the opportunity of meeting. Contently smashed and trashed I sit down staring at my damn blog, nearly ready to call it quits when half of mon plafond falls to the floor. After looking at the debris over my right shoulder I calmly stand, undress, put on my PJs and go to slumber.

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I'm not even sure the few people that know about my wonderous blog visit it. The fuck do I care, right now I'm in severe reconstruction mode and will jam this thing full of non a.s.a.p. Meanwhile go download milf porn.

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Currently procrastinating.

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I should just give in. I keep playing this game where I stay up way longer then I really should. I mean I was tired when I got home from work and should have crashed hours ago. But alas, here I am adding to my blog and wishing I could just call it quits. Reminds me of how I used to take these dares from my ex to stay up for three or four days in a row. No rest. Staying up for that long puts a nice slant on the world. Gets me primed to draw.

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Nike v. Kasky

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