I ♥ BritCom!

Check out Peep Show. It's truly an entertaining tv show. Thank you Channel Four and your obsurdly entertaining writing.

The moment I heard this line, I knew I was okay.
"I figure if some duke wants to buy us the gold standard of sugar bowls, I say milk them until they're dry!"

then, I knew it was love when I heard this one:

"I love modern times, with it's meaningless branding and veneration of tyrants"


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DJ Dalia up for 2 Stylus Awards

The incredible DJ Dalia (Never Forgive Action, Hip-Hop Karaoke) has been nominated for Best DJ and Best Female DJ at Canada's largest DJ Awards: STYLUS DJ AWARDS!

Click Here to vote for her and if that doesn't work cut and paste this link in your browser: http://www.stylusgroup.ca/survey.php

Categories are determined by VOTES so please support!

Polls close in only 2 days! Please support DJ Dalia because she is not only an amazing DJ she's a great person and a fresh thinker... Hellooooo Hip Hop Karaoke?

So Ladies and Gentlemen, go and vote. Good Karma will befall upon you.

Freedom Clothing Collective Reopens

Ryerson Fashion Grads seem to all do something wicked cool.
Take Freedom Clothing Collective, for example. This Bloor/Ossington hearth of local designers is known for reworking vintage fabrics into new designs fit for urban hipsters.

Yep, this is THE place to go to find one of a kind pieces all crafted in a potent backlash to the disposible nature of the modern fashion industry. Here you will find sassy accessories, darling dresses and charming accents to add spark to your wardrobe without breaking the bank.

Yes, sometimes social justice comes without a hefty price tag. And, sometimes fairly traded fashion can be wearable without exploiting hemp stocks.

Well, FCC is reopening after a short hiatus, and they are doing it in style. See the invitation to the right. I'm going to go and check it out for sure, to see what finds I can score.

Come celebrate the return of your future staple shopping destination.

Address is 939 Bloor St W (one block west of Ossington)
Hours :
Monday to Thursday 12pm-6pm
Friday & Saturday 12pm -7pm
Sunday 12pm - 5pm

Website - http://www.freedomclothingcollective.com/

HHK on a Thursday.

I'm feeling fly yo cuz I'm at the boat yo.
With the double rock beat drop steal my skeez Karaokay
Uh, a hip hop karaokay.
White girls busting up rhymes
Hood rats lookin fine
Asian kid spittin shit
I ain't taking it
pour me another drink
Cuz - I - don't - rap.

My style is like buttah, and yours is parkay.

Okay enough of that. I'm no rap star and I have no desire to be a rap star, but, tonight I had to check out Hip Hop Karaoke. It's the hottest night in Toronto and in it's 3rd run it's bringing out an impressive crowd of hoodrats, beatniks, wannabes and, yes, even their own brand of die hard HHK groupies. Unmistakably, the groupies sport HHK T-shirts and are not working the night.

So don't ask them for a drink. They don't like that.

Regardless of how many of us were biting at the bit to hit the stage, only one of us hit the mic. I satisfied myself by taking pictures of folks on stage, the National Post photographer, the ill fitting disco ball, the crowd, and the ice buckets hung with wire from the ceiling to catch leaking drips. Derrick (our resident HHK rap star) did well! He did so good he had the crowd cheering him on when he sang the chorus.

Now, there is no fancy monitors, no instrumental cd's with back up vocals. There is you, a mic, and the DJs spinning the beats to a barrage of popular hip hop tracks. Parul was verbally distressed over the absence of Tupac on the menu and went so far as to say she may never return. Because Tupac for Parul IS Hip Hop.

Yes, The Boat (158 Augusta Ave) is a hole that is the hole in the wall in Kensington. Walk in the nautical inspired front door, up the stairs and into a deliciously kitschy 70's den complete with mirrored portholes. The drinks are cheap ($5) and are heavy on the booze. Watch out though, if you drink it's inevitable you're on a heading towards one sowwester of a drunk. Thank you free pouring bartenders.

Go. Enjoy HHK. Next one is on May 10th, I'll be there with my crew. Make sure you get there early and grab a table. Not only does it fill up fast but song sign up opens at 9pm and fills up equally fast.

And, I'm learning a song for it as well. I'm going to "tear it up" I'm going to "burn the muthafucka down."
blah blah blah.

It was fun... and next time I go it won't be post extreme illness.

Free Chicken today at Popeye's!

Who says Karmacake never gives you anything?

Click on the image for free chicken at Popeye's all across Ontario.

Enjoy!

Would Snow White Wake Up?

Ever marvel over how unexpectedly life can change?

Jobs, people, tastes in clothing, food and especially the unforeseen beginning or end of a relationship. And, while these events may occur separately, there's always the issue of the "relationship" that never fails to be the main topic of both excitement and fear.

So while I sit in the house and contemplate my own romantic apprehensions, I fret that maybe my theories on romance are completely incorrect. It is entirely possible that I unnecessarily martyr myself instead of falling in love. That my quest to love and honour myself has derailed my perception of what naturally is meant to occur between two people.

Now and then, when face to face with a budding romance I will become the martyr of self-sufficiency and delete these men pre-maturely from my life. Removing them from my phone, MSN and facebook is something I do to prove to myself I am not needy, co-dependant or desperate. So why do I feel disappointment when I am the one playing the role of the wicked witch locking myself in the tower?

Because I am also the designer clad princess waiting for my prince to come and save me from myself.

Let's Celebrate!

Holy! I can finally blog in Hindi!
That's amazing news, thanks Blogger. To celebrate I want you all to enjoy this clip of Will Farrel arguing with his "Landlord".

It's okay to laugh.
It's funny.



I'm going to learn Hindi now.

KC Loves Feist!

The moment I saw her shimmy with Buck 65 many moons ago on Much More Music - I fell in love.

She was the soundtrack to my Summer of '05.

I think she's going to be the soundtrack to my Summer of '07.

1-2-3-4
Tell me that you love me more.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.



one, two, three, four,
tell me that you love me more.
sleepless, long nights.
'sides what my use was for.
oh, teenage hope,
throw light at your door.
left you with nothing,
but they wanted more.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
sweetheart, bitter heart,
now i can't tell you apart.
cozy and cold,
put the horse before the cart.
those teenage hopes,
through our tears and the lies.
too scared to run off,
to one little life.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.

University of Western Ontario or Rape U?

What do I find funny?

The schizophrenic weather this April.

That's funny.

Vintage music video clips on YouTube.

Hilarious.

University of Western Ontario's recent article in The Gazette satirizing the rape of Women's Issues Network member Jennifer Owsianik.

Not funny.

While The Gazette's "spoof" edition was labelled a satirical issue, intending no harm to anyone involved in the stories, the publication goes on to publish various articles depicting blatant homophobia, emasculation of heterosexual males, as well as a series of misogynist stories depicting malevolent ridicule of feminism as well as a depraved farce using date rape drugs as the focus.

Through the email of this press release "Labia Majora Carnage" is the piece that first brought injury through insult to my world. Not only does the fucked up article substitute unrelenting abhorrence towards the campus' Women's Issues Network (WIN) for satire. The main focus is Jennifer Owsianik (named Jennifer Ostrich in the article), key member of WIN as the willing victim of the article's fictitious rape.

To date the university has yet to make significant headway in delivering retribution for the offense. In its stead, online activism is quickly raising awareness towards the newspaper's ongoing practice of "negative sexual stereotypes and sexist attitudes", according to Jennifer Owsianik by using the "spoof" edition as the most recent evidence.

Is it acceptable to violate Human Rights Codes regarding harassment on grounds of both gender and sexual orientation if the disclaimer labels it as farce? I say, "no". According to The Gazette's online poll, 56% of The Gazette readers voted that the edition was offensive compared to the 5% that thought it was hilarious.

Is University of Western Ontario breeding hate among their students? While, the university may answer, "no", previous issues of The Gazette have included articles belittling the significance of rape. Is University of Western Ontario encouraging a rape culture? Kids, welcome to Rape U!

Some student groups are rallying behind the guise of "Freedom of Speech" as a pillar we all must adhere to. However, they fail to understand such freedom is upheld by the Canadian government and does not include Hate Speech, Obscenity and Defamation to be acceptable uses of the aforementioned freedom.

Kids, your point is moot. Your school has a problem. You need to step up and accept the consequence.

What else was upsetting about the edition?

The edition also included an image of a gay couple blown up to two pages then dissected with derogatory remarks as well as an article entitled "Western Girl Likes the Taste of Rohypnol: She's a real knockout!".

STAT TIME:

from Women Against Violence Against Women

- 60% of university males would commit sexual assault if it meant they wouldn't get caught.

- Majority of rape victims are females 16-24 years of age

- 1 in 6 female university students will be raped at some point in their university career.

Want to take action?

- Write to the Gazette Editor-in-Chief, Ian Van Den Hurk at gazette.editor@uwo.ca
- Email UWO's equity services UWO (equity@uwo.ca) since this article clearly violates UWO policies on equity and human rights.
- Contact London Police Chief Murray Faulkner, (Email: http://pegspirate.blogspot.com/ooc@police.london.ca, Phone: (519) 661-5670) with his real name used in the article, he is involved.

- Contact the UWO Student Union (usc@uwo.ca) and request that student funding be revoked for a year to match the USC's actions against the Society for Palestinian Human Rights (SPHR) when it was accused of hate speech last year.

AND... Spread the word about this article.

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Sex and the City In The Matrix

Remember this:

Dance to Tim Burton

Edward Scissorhands.

Can you believe it? 17 years after the movie is made, Matthew Bourne decides to choreograph Edward Scissorhands as a ballet. It's okay to be skeptical, I was too.

Then I watched it.

Joining me were part of my regular posse, Parul, Melissa and Derrick. And, although I disappointed them by appearing without being apart of the show, the gratis tickets I brought weren't enough to fend off comments on my "scrubbish" attire. I have only to thank the abstracted effects of what inevitably was my friends getting high before the show. For without that, I'm sure Derrick would have had more to say about my shapeless halter & sneaker combo I was rocking

After we settled in our seats in the most remote location possible in the theatre and were only allowed ONE PROGRAM PER COUPLE, I joined the chorus of bitter balcony goers calling either the show's producers or Hummingbird "Cheap Bastards". I really live for those rare moments of comraderie.

Once it all began the show about the uncommonly gentle man re-shuffled his way back into my heart. I forgave the sloppy dancing, I forgave the overly long ensemble scenes in the second act, I even forgave the dude that gave me the shittiest seats ever after my left leg cramped for the six billionth time because of the inexcusable lack of leg room. I forgave it all just to hold audience with the dancer who resurrected the role of Edward with such accuracy that it was like watching Johnny Depp.

While the show was a little more than tolerably good, don't expect to sob like you've lost your love. Really, the star features of the show include the music by Danny Elfman, the dude who plays Edward, and the fantabulous sets. Full stop.

I was intrigued enough to stick around, but, many of my acquaintances simply upped and left after the first part. I do think that for the artistically curious Edward Scissorhands is a safe bet. Spoon fed ballet with a peppy twist. Although, for a ticket price of anywhere from $50-$90 it is a bit of a rip. By using the Promotional Code: STUDENT you can score yourself a $27 ticket, which is a bit more reasonable.

Tonight is the last night, on a scale of 1-10 the show ranks as a 5. Entertaining but not life changing.

Afterwards, we ate burgers at Irish Embassy and enjoyed a $5 bill with Rage Against the Machine. I passed out from exhaustion resulting in missing the Nelly Furtado afterparty at Revival.

That's it for another installment of Karamacake's Adventures in the city.

Shake It Lil' Mama!

Aretha Franklin sings better than you, your cousin, your friend who kills at karaoke and your mom's tender voice when she lulled your infant self to sleep.

Yes, Aretha Franklin is the legend and she serenaded me last Friday at Roy Thomson Hall.

While the set opened up with a set of her most haunted tracks (Respect, Natural Woman, Chain of Fools), floated with the Jazz stylings of her "impossible to locate the name of" 22 piece big band and settled into tracks off her soon to be released CD, Aretha: A Woman Falling Out of Love

Women were wearing their church pearls, youngling admirers presented the Queen of Soul with bouquets of flowers, beads of sweat were whiped off of fevered brows and a 5 minute set of "GEEE-ZUZ!" piously encouraged maladroit white women to thrash their arms excitedly, with only the occasional flap landing on beat.

I do believe I saw a few individuals flee fearing for their lives.

I merely sat calm and composed enjoying the rare display of enthusiasm from the all to oft cold Toronto audiences. Yes, white women, you thump, wallop and swish your appendages as violently you like... for you wag your colourless wings to a legendary voice.

Let them live out their fantasy of being in Aretha's band. To be a back up singer, or perhaps to be the tambourine player.

Rhythm and sass, the two things required to be a successful tambourine percussionist. The position, currently being fulfilled by "Insert name of the nameless woman who entertained me thoroughly with her tambourine stylings" would be revered by many a woman.

You want to tour with Aretha?
You don't have much talent?
YOU CAN BE HER NEXT TAMBOURINE PLAYER!

I could see the natural hunt. Posters, flyers, ads and perhaps even a reality show. ARETHA'S TOP TAMBOURINE PLAYER!

Line ups would be long, stretch for miles of potential hopefuls. And, the reels of uncoordinated bad auditions would be edited in for comic value. The woman who fashioned a giant hoola hoop tambourine. The one who brings in castenettes. Or, the Lady Godiva impersonater with bells on her toes who gets irate when the panel of judges, occupied by Stevie Nicks, Tracy Partridge and Davey Jones try to tell her she just doesn't have the talent.

But, one will surpass them all. One woman from the down and out streets of Harlem. She, the one intended to be Aretha's lead Tambourine player, wowed them all. Her double handed technique shouted legend. The shimmy was the perfect soundtrack to her dancer like moves. And, her passion, ah yes, above all her unshakeable life long PASSION for the tambourine can be felt by all.

Enviable glance from the white women.

Joyous glances from me.

This was a really weird post. I swear I am sober.
And, this tambourine player exists!

Thank You Alanis

Thank You, Alanis.
You are all woman in a non-cheesy exploitative way.
Ryan Reynolds, what were you thinking splitting up with her... for Jessica Biel?
ugh.
Sooooooooooo generic

Tell me... Why?

What's the point of Avril Lavigne singing the chorus in Spanish?

http://yolie.imeem.com/music/fo7Sjm5S/girlfriend_spanish/

In the spirit of connecting the world. I've translated the chorus in German, Dutch, Portugese.

Avril Lavignes song has the power to unite the world. She hates your girlfriend. All of your girlfriends.

German
He! He! Sie! Sie! Ich mag nicht Ihre Freundin! Keine Weise! Keine Weise! Ich denke, daß Sie ein Neues he benötigen! He! Sie! Sie! Ich könnte Ihre Freundin sein He! He! Sie! Sie! Ich weiß, daß Sie mich keine Weise mögen! Keine Weise! Kein ist sie nicht he ein geheimes! He! Sie! Sie! Ich möchte Ihre Freundin sein

Dutch
Hey! Hey! U! U! Ik houd niet van uw meisje! Geen manier! Geen manier! Ik denk u nieuwe Hey nodig hebt! Hey! U! U! Ik zou uw meisje kunnen zijn Hey! Hey! U! U! Ik weet dat u van me Geen manier houdt! Geen manier! Geen is het geen geheime Hey! Hey! U! U! Ik wil uw meisje zijn

Italian
Hey! Hey! Voi! Voi! Non gradisco il vostro comare! Nessun senso! Nessun senso! Penso che abbiate bisogno di un nuovo hey! Hey! Voi! Voi! Potrei essere il vostro comare Hey! Hey! Voi! Voi! So che lo gradite nessun senso! Nessun senso! Nessun non è un segreto hey! Hey! Voi! Voi! Desidero essere il vostro comare

Portuguese
Hey! Hey! Você! Você! Eu não gosto de seu amigo de menina! Nenhuma maneira! Nenhuma maneira! Eu penso que você necessita um novo hey! Hey! Você! Você! Eu poderia ser seu amigo de menina Hey! Hey! Você! Você! Eu sei que você gosta de me nenhuma maneira! Nenhuma maneira! Nenhum não é uma secreta hey! Hey! Você! Você! Eu quero ser seu amigo de menina

Let's Go Lil Kitty Kat

Sing it, Beyonce.
Girls, we've all been there. Some are probably there right now, in fact. But, if that guy ain't givin you want you need then it's okay to pack your cat and go.

Communication is worth it's weight in gold. It'll take the guy with tons of potential and reduce him to "loser" status.

Boy, pick up the phone and call your woman. We like it, we don't care when you call, we just like it when you do. You have to talk to us to get to know us.

Otherwise...



Kitty Kat
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

On top of you not calling me back
You see I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all a dat

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

Let's go, let's go Little Kitty Kat
I think it's time to go let's go Little Kitty Kat
He don't want no mo'
Let's go Little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly No mo' getting it
I'm not feeling it

It's like we at 2 places but different paces
We in trouble but you won't meet me at the bridge
It hurts and feels disearning
Did you forget where joy lives

What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I'll be naughty

You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
Baby that was a long time ago

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

On top of you not calling me back
You see I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all a dat

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

Let's go, let's go Little Kitty Kat
I think its time to go let's go Little Kitty Kat
He don't want no mo' let's go Little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly No mo' getting it
I'm not feeling it

Let me show you how to get there
Take a left to compassion (lights will be flshin')
Keep straight and you'll see the sign right there
Affection (You're in the wrong direction)
If I get caught see it just seems that you don't care

What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
Acting like I'm not nobody
You gon' make me call somebody
What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I'll be naughty

You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

On top of you not calling me back
You see I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's alla' dat (you're sex ain't all that)

I'm not feelin' it [2x]

Let's go, let's go Little Kitty Kat
I think it's time to go let's go Little Kitty Kat
He don't want no mo' let's go Little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly No mo' getting it
I'm not feeling it

I'm taking back the things I got from you (you)
And that includes my sweet little nooky too (too)

Let's go
Let's go, let's go little Kitty Kat
(Kitty Kat) He don't want you anymore
Nooooooooooo [2x]

[Spoken]
Got diamonds on my neck
Got diamonds on my records
Since 16 I was coming down ridin' Lexus'
How you gon' neglect this?
You is just a hot mess
You can call Tyrone
You ain't gots to lie Craig

What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
I'm in the house all alone, you rather go and party?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body
Acting like I'm nobody
You gon' make me call somebody

Let's go, let's go little Kitty Kat
I think it's time to go
Let's Go Little Kitty Kat
He ain't want no mo'
Let's go Little Kitty Kat

No mo getting' it I'm not feelin' it

Delicious Maroon 5

Back in the day I said "I have a celeb crush on the lead singer of Maroon 5"
People laughed at me.

Okay, tall, talented, plays guitar and looks great on film... let's be serious, we would look hot together.

Enjoy, sexy man, hot new video, decent track.

Halloween Came Early!

Delicious Lifefest.
My once a year pilgrammedge to the Metro Toronto Convention Centre turn Shopper's Drug Mart where every product is sampled and every sample is a product to be found at Shopper's Drug Mart.

I really don't believe that my Saturday could have been anymore perfect.

Did I mention there was alcohol this year? Yes, there was, samples and samples of Corona Light, Mike's Hard Light and Wild Vines were being handed out lending buzz to this whole biz.

To be fair, the alcohol is necessary when you first make the decision to decend into the estrogene laced pit of sample hungry women. Honestly, there's one thing that we are as a gender, and that is hungry for a bargain and murderous for miniature versions of our favorite products.

Life Fest is a take no prisoners kind of event. You go in, you grab a bag and you fill it with as much free stuff as you possibly can! This is advanced Halloween trick or treating, kids.

So after flirting with the Chris & Tal Better Foods' owner, Chris, and after I consumed a pack of maltezers and while I was getting irate over women floating and bumping into me like gnats in rural Ontario, we saw it.

The white curtain.
The gateway to product.
The backstage area.

With my girls in tow we charged behind the scenes and there it was. Product, hundreds of skids of beautiful full sized unsampled product! Now, it was time to get our $20 worth!

After 15 minutes behind the curtain, I successfully acquired, through the help of marketing representatives and event staff, full sized bottles of detergent, face wash, shampoo, disinfectant, air fresheners, razors, razor blades, dishwasher detergent, and microwave egg cookers.

I left Life Fest with enviable glances from other patrons, I left being the Queen Conquerer of the Beauty and Wellness trade show.

Yep, my bags were full and I didn't have to wait in line. I had others fetching the things for me.

That's right, I always do it up in style!

My Weekend is Ruled by Destiny.

Have you ever had a strong feeling of destiny? Not a wacked out deja vu day dream sort of feeling.
I'm talking about a sense of purpose.

Ever since I was a child, I always believed I was going to help others, be a celebrity of some sort, to be involved with politics or a politician and to lead by example. It's not something I've doubted. It's just what I'm meant to do.

This entire weekend has been a testament to my eternal sense of purpose. Beginning with my audition tape filming, to my passion towards global politics (started researching the politics of Zimbabwe for an upcoming article), and tonight, yet again, I was first on scene for a first aid emergency.

While relaxing over Coney Fries at a local Firkin, waiting to go and see my friend Paul's band Amber Room play at Neutral, I look out the window and notice a man walk, shake, stumble then have a siezure propelling him face first into the pavement.

Grabbing my things I run out the door.

I have to go.

Not only am I a First Aid Instructor, I need to make sure he's taken care of for my own well being.

With an arrogant med sci student and a masochistic "paramedic" errors were committed right left and centre. Each one making a point to assert their "qualifications" more readily then they were able to observe the basic rules of delivering effective first aid assistance.

Immediately, I was pushed aside by these lofty men keen on taking command. I was unwilling to endanger my own health by covering my hands in the man's blood by engaging in needless - and potentially endangering - advanced first aid skills. It put me in a disadvantage, established a barrier and prevented the casulty from acquiring efficient first aid treatment.

I was starting to get irate. They were moving the man's head (he may have a spinal injury), they were needlessly opening his airway (his head was to the side, he was breathing), they were preventing me from checking for a medic-alert bracelet, they were forcing assistance on him when he came to.

My friend Brady arrived, covered me with his jacket and was trying to pull me away. I wanted to try and calm the situation down, that is what I'm good at. Acting quickly and efficiently under pressure and assisting others is my gift.

Brady was right, the best thing I could do was to stand back. The errors were beyond my control to repair. And, I was not about to contract HIV in the process of trying to convince others that I am qualified to assist. I'm not just a women!

At the end of the day, it's not who is the hero.

It's who saved a life.