Category Archives: Canada

PSA: Pivot Exhibition and Public Vote to Choose Photo Contest Winners

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A past winner 

Vancouver – Beginning Monday, September 11th, members of the public and residents of the Downtown Eastside will be able to see and vote for the winners of Pivot Legal Society’s 2006 Photography Contest.

This is the first time in the four-year history of the Downtown Eastside Photo Contest that members of the public will be able to make their opinions heard in the selection of the winning images.

In previous years, the winning photos were chosen by a panel of professional photographers.  This year, however, the panelists were restricted to creating a shortlist of the top 45 photos.  The final choices for First, Second, Third and Honourable Mention prizes will be determined by members of the public. 

In order to ensure the fairness of the election, voters must register as members of the Carnegie Centre in order to receive a ballot.  A membership in Carnegie can be purchased for $1, and includes access to a computer lab, billiards room, weightlifting room, gymnasium, library and senior’s lounge, as well as special events and ongoing educational and recreational programs such as yoga, pottery, music, and dance lessons.

The Exhibition and Voting for the winners of the 2006 Photo Contest will be held:

          Monday, Sept. 11 to Friday, Sept. 15
          11am to 5pm
          3rd Floor, Carnegie Centre
          401 Main Street, Vancouver

The results of the voting, and the winners of the contest will be announced in a public award ceremony to take place at Carnegie Centre on October 17, 2006.

Drunk Affleck gives Canadian tv a reason for living

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from, of all ironic places, that bloggy American tattletale of Hollywoodland, Defamer.

anne-marie losique interviews a drunk ben affleck from his lap

“interviews” eh? Not the word I’d use for it. Bot ee doze a fontosTEEK hack-senn Quebecois, oui?

the T factor: goatses

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Baphomet, yo

Today in Stupid Tourist News, we present the case of the moronic Swiss driver in Eastern Ontario (BBC, please note proper capitalization), whose defence, when pulled over for speeding, was simply that he was carried away by the sheer joy of being able to drive where there were no goats.

And who among us has not felt that joy? Can we blame the poor man? Are we without hearts, without souls?

I say verily we are, for we will laugh at him.

via the BBC.

‘Goat-free roads made me speed’ 
 
Police said goats had not been reported on eastern Ontario‘s roads

A Swiss man caught speeding on a Canadian highway has blamed his actions on the absence of goats on the roads.
The man was caught driving at 161 km/h (100mph) in a 100 km/h (60mph) zone.

A traffic officer’s notes said the Swiss driver had said he was taking advantage “of the ability to go faster without risking hitting a goat”.

Canadian police spokesman Joel Doiron said he had never found a goat on the highways of eastern Ontario in his 20 years of service.

“Nobody’s ever used the lack of goats here as an excuse for speeding,” Mr Doiron told the AFP news agency.

“I’ve never been to Switzerland, but I guess there must be a lot of goats there,” he said.

The driver was ordered to pay a fine of C$360 ($330; £175) for speeding.

The below image is NOT representative of Eastern Ontario, although apparently it somewhat resembles Zurich.

Goatses? Must be Switzerland

antiwar video: December Skies

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From the Cowboy Junkies and Jesus’ General.

and from the comments:

From an interview with the Cowboy Junkies’ Michael Timmons:
[snip]
“…It is a stark and brutal idea: the celebration of war, so endemic in our society, is akin to celebrating the killing of our children. So I wrote the song with that context in mind. After I wrote it, I realized that there were many more layers to the song and idea…
[snip]
The other layer was a bit more subtle. The title of the song refers to the rising of the Star of Bethlehem in the December sky. The Star of Bethlehem heralded the coming of Jesus and his message of peace and love and good will toward our fellow man (a message that seems to be completely lost in these times). But it also struck me that, according to Christians, Jesus was sent by his Father to die for our sins. Another father sending his child off to die for what he perceives is the greater good…”
L.G. Fucktard

ghost story part two

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From the Archive.

So there I am again, staying with James, only this time I brought my friend Katy. Because she is “new” she gets the upstairs room, which I forget to mention to her is haunted. But it is. But she doesn’t notice. Odd.

But maybe not, because there I am, staying in the basement, right near the Indiana Jones tomb which I see has a nice new wooden frame around it now, all polished in an unhealthily obsessed way. I mean, if you had an unexplained little half-tunnel in your basement that looked like a home for a coffin, would you fix it up nice? Anyway, I have to pass through the room with the tomb every time I go upstairs, which is a trial in the dark, let me tell you.

But if the ghost does not bother Katy it sure bothers me. It doesn’t poke, it bangs. Kathunk, kathunk, ping, ping, ping, BANG. **BANG**. Ping, ping, ping. Kathunk…you get the idea. It was a long night, especially when I went upstairs to get a drink and it banged and pinged its way up the stairs ahead of me. I told it it was dead and it should be quiet and go back to sleep or whatever it is that dead people who are not haunting do.

James’s partner Tony says it’s just the heater, but that fails to explain how the heater can preceed me invisibly up stairs, or how it can stand in the hall, all invisible and everything, waving and doing for all I know jumping jacks to get us to notice it. I notice it. I glare at it. It does an invisible Tasmanian Devil routine every time I pass it to go to the bathroom, but all I ever say is “You’re dead. Get over it.”

You know, I think it’s very much like a little dog that wants to play. Give it a little attention and it’s a happy puppy. I bet it lives for my visits…on second thought there’s got to be a better way to put that.