Snow in July!!! (Just pullin’ your leg!)

One of my favourite shows on Canadian television is The Rick Mercer Report. Rick Mercer is one of the funniest guys alive today. Certainly he is one of the funniest in my country.
Whether it’s hanging out with Olympic athletes, coming face-to-face with nature or interviewing our politicians, Rick is fearless, funny and always right on the money.

As this is Canada Day, I thought I’d share a hilarious bit taken from one of the episodes of RMR (Rick Mercer Report). For those of you outside of Canada you need to know that the city of Toronto is ALWAYS hit with bad snowstorms every single winter. We are the Buffalo of Canada.

Enjoy! And thank your lucky stars you’re south of the border (I guess).

Kat

p.s. Rick is the guy in the black turtleneck and Montessori is a private school.

p.p.s. If you have not seen this link in my sidebar, check it out! I can’t decide whether it’s hilarious or humiliating, or both. One thing I do know, it’s hard not to look!

Awkward Family Photos

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Rat in Mi Kitchen

Photo borrowed from Flickr

Nearby, in Toronto, there seems to be an ongoing problem with rats in the Chinatown area. Just yesterday, a restaurant was exposed when someone posted a photo on blogto.com taken from CityTV footage. In it, a “Happy” rat can be seen through the window of a Chinese food establishment. Apparently, Toronto Public Health has promised “swift action”.

Now, I don’t know about you, but “swift action” or not, I would NEVER, I repeat NEVER set foot in the “Happy Seven” restaurant again.

Earlier this year, the “Dumpling House” was discovered to be over-run with very “happy” rats and the TPH shut it down, BUT the Dine Safe Web site (which, oddly enough seems to be having linkage problems) has reported that it has since reopened.

In my book, if you’ve had rats, your number’s up. Case closed. I ain’t never going back, no way, no how! (Not that I’ve actually been there, but you get my drift.)

This makes me wonder: what’s going on in all those fast food places that we tend to frequent? KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Subway? Huh?

Well, then I happened upon this:
(Look away, if you’re squeamish.)

Yes, it’s gross, but “GIANT”? (I think not.)

Get down tonight, Baby!

Grade Eight. Summer of 1974. This song hit the airwaves.

My friend Kelly and I were doing the “Bump” in her swanky family room with the huge stone fireplace and the walkout to a luxurious kidney-shaped pool a la a Columbo set. This, along with a whole host of great disco, was the music of choice. Whether it was a K-tel collection or the singles we carted back and forth to each other’s homes, this was our favourite pastime and the urge to dance has never left me (only these days I’m usually in my kitchen).

We knew nothing of Studio 54 in New York or what was going on in clubs in our big city of Toronto. We were 13 year-olds in suburbia listening to CHUM radio on our mini transistors with the one earphone and we were shakin’ our booties in Earth shoes, toe-socks, short-shorts and tight tees (although neither of us were well-endowed and I was even nicknamed “Flatsy” after a plastic doll of the same name).

We were reading “Tiger Beat” and “Seventeen” and “Mad” magazines and eating candy necklaces and chasing down the Dickie Dee guy on his bike, for some strawberry- shortcake bars.

The words of this song went right over our heads, as did the fact that the group was breaking down racial barriers by having a white American as front-man to a predominantly African American band. We just knew it was a great song and it was a blast to dance to it.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009

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How cool is it that K.C. is giving out flowers in this video?

Brit Punk Queen

I am a shadow of my former self. I once was decked in blackened threads and kohl-lines encircled my hazel-green eyes. I was young. I was twenty and I fell for a musician and the music he loved. He loved Siouxsie Sioux and so I did as well.
When he was gone, the tunes lived on and Siouxsie and the Banshees were always on my turntable (yes! way before cds) or in a cassette tape-recorder. I saw them in concert a number of times and once, I even did a lip-synch of the song, Arabian Knights to a packed crowd at the Copa in Toronto. I tried to learn the bass guitar.

I wore pointy boots, and long skirts and died my hair as dark as I dared. I closed my eyes and spun about on dance floors all across town – I paid no heed to those who didn’t share my tastes–to those who didn’t “get” Siouxsie.

She was a phase, it’s true, but still today, whenever I hear a Siouxsie song, I am transported back to the days of my youth and my mysterious and enigmatic days. I have no regrets – although it’s a whole lot easier without all that makeup!

Kathleen Mortensen©2009

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