Wednesdays Never Fail to Deceive

An article from the Village Voice I was reading this afternoon was titled :

"After Katrina: The Smell in Dry New Orleans Now
Stinky dead fish, sweet rotting trees, and gunfire after dark-welcome home, y'all."

It was the cherry on top of the doubtful tasting cake that had been my day. A fun cherry, that is. As I was eating my Baba Ganouj sandwich - provided by my personal assistant at the office, and my favorite maniaco-depressive, Miss Mile End - and looking through the window of my 8th floor office down on McGill college, I saw a fat girl taking pictures, laying on her back directly on the sidewalk. The was a small asian girl gesticulating in front of her, which I believe was the subject of her photos. They stayed there for about 10 minutes before the fat girl got up, and started showing the pictures to her friend as they both walked away real slow.

You go, girl. Taking 10 000 pictures (with your flash on in broad daylight) of the same subject, from the same point of view, while blocking the sidewalk for everybody with your fat ass. Makes great art !

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I also wanted to mention a movie I saw yesterday. "Risky Business", an '83 teen comedy with Tom Cruise. Not the kind of movie I'd usually rent, but I heard that my car was in it. And Rebecca de Mornay's naked ass didn't ruin the experience, I'd say.

So basically Tom plays this shy college guy, afraid to ruin his life, who end up calling a ho' because he wants to get laid real bad. The ho ends up to be Rebecca, this delightful green-eyed blonde, pre-silicone. Of course lil' Tom falls in love as the girl slowly installs herself into his life, trying to get away from her ridiculous pimp. What I forgot to say is that Tom's folks are away on holiday, and that they left the house in his care. So he uses his dad's car against his advice and of course, crashes it. He sets up a whorehouse in his home to raise money to pay for the repairs.

Okay, Tangerine Dream's soundtrack is not that bad, but frankly, the movie isn't fantastic. It feels old. The characters are cliché'd. And the old american dream of the geeky entrepreneur hoping to go to a prestige university feels like a huge load of bullshit nowadays.

See it for the 928 crackling and going through the streets real fast, like any real car should, and see it for De Mornay's skin, but otherwise, passe ton chemin, sti.

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Is it me or is summer slowly fading into autumn ? And along it the happy moods ? Thankfully, the girls at UQAM are still wearing skirts, and they'll soon start to look for a boy-blanket to keep their asses warm for the looonnng winter. I've been waiting for this moment all summer long - I'll get out of my dark corner and make a move - or several ones.