Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur.
- Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
You know you are from Montreal when...
(via email from a co-worker)
You pronounce it "Muntreal", not "Mahntreal".
You have ever said anything like "I have to stop at the guichet before we go to the dep."
Your only concern about jaywalking is getting a ticket.
You understand and frequently use terms like 'unilingual,' 'anglophone,' 'francophone,' and 'allophone.'
You agree that Montreal drivers are crazy, but you're secretly proud of their nerves of steel.
The most exciting thing about the South Shore is that you can turn right on a red.
You know that the West Island is not a separate geographical formation.
In moments of paranoia, you think that there's no red line on the Metro because red is a federalist colour.
You have to bring smoked meat from Schwartz's and bagels from St-Viateur if you're visiting anyone west of Cornwall.
You refer to Tremblant as "up North."
You know how to pronounce Pie IX.
You have an ancient auntie who still says "Saint Dennis."
You believe to the depth of your very being that Toronto has no soul - but your high school reunion is held in Toronto because most of your classmates live there now.
You greet everyone, from lifelong bosom friends to some one you met once a few years ago, with a two-cheek kiss.
You know at least one person who works for the CBC, and at least one other person who used to work for Nortel.
You're not impressed with hardwood floors.
You've been hearing Celine Dion jokes longer than anyone else.
You can watch soft-core porn on broadcast TV, and this has been true for at least 25 years.
You cringe when Bob Cole pronounces French hockey player names.
You get Bowser & Blue.
You were drinking cafe-au-lait before it was latte.
You order fries 'with sauce', not 'with gravy'.
Shopper's Drug Mart is Pharmaprix and Staples is Bureau en Gros, and PFK is finger lickin' good.
You really believe Just For Laughs is an international festival.
For two weeks a year, you are a jazz afficianado.
You need to be reminded by prominent signage that you should wait for the green light.
Everyone on the street - drivers, pedestrians, and cyclists - think they're immortal, and that you'll move first.
You're proud that Montreal is the home of Pierre Trudeau, Mordechai Richler, William Shatner, Leonard Cohen and the Great Antonio...and, you consider Donald Sutherland (and by default, Keifer), Guy Lafleur, Charlie Biddle, and Roch Carrier Montrealers, too. You know that Rocket Richard had nothing to do with astrophysics.
You know the apocryphal story of the fat lady at Eaton's.
You miss apostrophes.
You've seen Brother Andre's heart.
No matter how bilingual you are, you still don't understand "ile aux tourtes."
You know the difference between the SQ, the SAQ, and the SAAQ.
You measure temperature and distance in metric, but weight and height in Imperial measure.
You show up at a party at 11 p.m. and no one else is there yet.
April Wine once played your high school (alternatively, Sass Jordon or Gowan).
You know that Montreal is responsible for introducing the following to North America: bagels, souvlaki, smoked meat as well as Supertramp, Chris de Burgh, Styx and Melissa Etheridge.
You don't drink pop or soda, you drink soft drinks.
You don't like your pizza "with all the toppings", you like your pizza all-dressed
You have graduated from high school and have a degree, but you've never been in grade 12.
The margarine in your fridge is the same colour as lard.
Every once in a while, you wonder whatever happened to Luba.
You never thought that Corey Hart was cool, but you know someone whose cousin or something dated him.
There has to be at least 30 cm of snow on the ground in less than 24 hours for you to consider it too snowy to drive.
You remember where you were during the Ice Storm.
You used to be an Expos fan, but now all you really miss is Youppi.
You're a Habs fan; always was, always will be...
You know that your city's reputation for beautiful women is based on centuries-old couplings between French soldiers and royally-commissioned whores (aka Les Filles du Roi).
You don't understand anyone from Lac-St-Jean, but you can fake the accent.
You've been to the Tam Tams, and know they have nothing to do with wee Scottish hats.
You discuss potholes like most people discuss weather.
You encounter bilingual homeless people.
While watching an American made-for-TV movie, you realize that "Vienna" is actually Old Montreal, that "New York" is actually downtown and that the "The Futuristic City" is actually Habitat '67.
You find it amusing when people from outside Quebec compliment you on how good your English is.
You have yet to understand a single announcement made on the Metro PA system, no matter what the language.
You think of Old Montreal as nothing but a bunch of over-priced restaurants, old buildings and badly paved streets.
You understand that La Fete Nationale is not a celebration of "Quebec's birthday".
You don't find American comedians speaking "gibberish" French even remotely funny.
You don't find it weird that there's a strip club on every corner downtown.
You pronounce it "Muntreal", not "Mahntreal".
You have ever said anything like "I have to stop at the guichet before we go to the dep."
Your only concern about jaywalking is getting a ticket.
You understand and frequently use terms like 'unilingual,' 'anglophone,' 'francophone,' and 'allophone.'
You agree that Montreal drivers are crazy, but you're secretly proud of their nerves of steel.
The most exciting thing about the South Shore is that you can turn right on a red.
You know that the West Island is not a separate geographical formation.
In moments of paranoia, you think that there's no red line on the Metro because red is a federalist colour.
You have to bring smoked meat from Schwartz's and bagels from St-Viateur if you're visiting anyone west of Cornwall.
You refer to Tremblant as "up North."
You know how to pronounce Pie IX.
You have an ancient auntie who still says "Saint Dennis."
You believe to the depth of your very being that Toronto has no soul - but your high school reunion is held in Toronto because most of your classmates live there now.
You greet everyone, from lifelong bosom friends to some one you met once a few years ago, with a two-cheek kiss.
You know at least one person who works for the CBC, and at least one other person who used to work for Nortel.
You're not impressed with hardwood floors.
You've been hearing Celine Dion jokes longer than anyone else.
You can watch soft-core porn on broadcast TV, and this has been true for at least 25 years.
You cringe when Bob Cole pronounces French hockey player names.
You get Bowser & Blue.
You were drinking cafe-au-lait before it was latte.
You order fries 'with sauce', not 'with gravy'.
Shopper's Drug Mart is Pharmaprix and Staples is Bureau en Gros, and PFK is finger lickin' good.
You really believe Just For Laughs is an international festival.
For two weeks a year, you are a jazz afficianado.
You need to be reminded by prominent signage that you should wait for the green light.
Everyone on the street - drivers, pedestrians, and cyclists - think they're immortal, and that you'll move first.
You're proud that Montreal is the home of Pierre Trudeau, Mordechai Richler, William Shatner, Leonard Cohen and the Great Antonio...and, you consider Donald Sutherland (and by default, Keifer), Guy Lafleur, Charlie Biddle, and Roch Carrier Montrealers, too. You know that Rocket Richard had nothing to do with astrophysics.
You know the apocryphal story of the fat lady at Eaton's.
You miss apostrophes.
You've seen Brother Andre's heart.
No matter how bilingual you are, you still don't understand "ile aux tourtes."
You know the difference between the SQ, the SAQ, and the SAAQ.
You measure temperature and distance in metric, but weight and height in Imperial measure.
You show up at a party at 11 p.m. and no one else is there yet.
April Wine once played your high school (alternatively, Sass Jordon or Gowan).
You know that Montreal is responsible for introducing the following to North America: bagels, souvlaki, smoked meat as well as Supertramp, Chris de Burgh, Styx and Melissa Etheridge.
You don't drink pop or soda, you drink soft drinks.
You don't like your pizza "with all the toppings", you like your pizza all-dressed
You have graduated from high school and have a degree, but you've never been in grade 12.
The margarine in your fridge is the same colour as lard.
Every once in a while, you wonder whatever happened to Luba.
You never thought that Corey Hart was cool, but you know someone whose cousin or something dated him.
There has to be at least 30 cm of snow on the ground in less than 24 hours for you to consider it too snowy to drive.
You remember where you were during the Ice Storm.
You used to be an Expos fan, but now all you really miss is Youppi.
You're a Habs fan; always was, always will be...
You know that your city's reputation for beautiful women is based on centuries-old couplings between French soldiers and royally-commissioned whores (aka Les Filles du Roi).
You don't understand anyone from Lac-St-Jean, but you can fake the accent.
You've been to the Tam Tams, and know they have nothing to do with wee Scottish hats.
You discuss potholes like most people discuss weather.
You encounter bilingual homeless people.
While watching an American made-for-TV movie, you realize that "Vienna" is actually Old Montreal, that "New York" is actually downtown and that the "The Futuristic City" is actually Habitat '67.
You find it amusing when people from outside Quebec compliment you on how good your English is.
You have yet to understand a single announcement made on the Metro PA system, no matter what the language.
You think of Old Montreal as nothing but a bunch of over-priced restaurants, old buildings and badly paved streets.
You understand that La Fete Nationale is not a celebration of "Quebec's birthday".
You don't find American comedians speaking "gibberish" French even remotely funny.
You don't find it weird that there's a strip club on every corner downtown.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Coming out... and coming out... and coming out.
I am so sick and tired of having to tell people I am gay. No, scratch that. I`m exhausted. I don't think that I am the most obviously gay person around, but I think when people meet me, they probably wonder about a thing or two.
I openly talk about my boyfriend at work. James this, James that. I don't actually say he's my boyfriend, but I just think that sounds dumb. There are still people around me who have not figured it out. I'm so exhausted by the whole thing.
So, if anyone from work is reading this, please feel free to start a rumour that I`m a big fag. It would be really great. Thanks.
I openly talk about my boyfriend at work. James this, James that. I don't actually say he's my boyfriend, but I just think that sounds dumb. There are still people around me who have not figured it out. I'm so exhausted by the whole thing.
So, if anyone from work is reading this, please feel free to start a rumour that I`m a big fag. It would be really great. Thanks.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
How Did the Catholic Church Shoot Itself in the foot?
Ok. Does anybody not understand that most Catholic Priests are gay? Is this really a news flash for the Vatican?
I saw a study that said that 50% of priests interviewed admitted being gay.
That beeing said, check out how the Vatican is shooting itself in the foot. Sit back, relax, and watch the "Church" slowly commit suicide... which is a sin in Catholic dogma. I guess that's ironic. HA HA!
I saw a study that said that 50% of priests interviewed admitted being gay.
That beeing said, check out how the Vatican is shooting itself in the foot. Sit back, relax, and watch the "Church" slowly commit suicide... which is a sin in Catholic dogma. I guess that's ironic. HA HA!
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SU DOKU
Thanks to my Mother`s Recent B-Day gift, I have discovered the Japanese number puzzle Su Doku. And you should too!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Rabble Rabble Rabble!
Ugh. This heat. This humidity. Oh my god is it ever going to end?
Canada and Denmark are currently fighting over a little tiny 1.3 km piece of land in the arctic. Actually, its not land, its ice on top of a rock. This is turning into quite the diplomatic affaire, Canada and Denmark both sending teams over there to further state their claims. Why on earth would we even care about a piece of land. Well, believe it or not this is all related to global warming, in the worst possible of ways. No, they don't need to go there for scientific research, they want the money! Isn't it always about money?
So, the ice caps are melting, the oceans are warming up and what are the Danish and Canadian governments fighting about? Land. Future land. Land that will evetually be a rich source of natural resources and minerals. Ah ha! Money! This makes me so mad, I want to scream. SCREAM LOUDLY SO ALL THE STUPID POLITICIANS ON THE PLANET CAN HEAR ME.
What the hell is wrong with these people. Why are they even fighting about this? Shouldn't we all be uniting in an effort to try and prevent global warming? Shouldn't we all be banding together as 1 united planet to save what little we have left? Oh no, no no no no. Lets fight over money and resources and hog all that we can to ensure our survival another couple of years while we self-destruct.
Humans are the biggest parasite on the planet. We are going to get it. If you are not recycling every piece of paper, plastic, wood, metal or foam in your garbage, you belong in jail. If you throw anything, ANYTHING outside your car while driving, you should be jailed for crimes against humanity. What about you idiots with big SUV's driving around like the world has an endless supply of gas and air? We through people in jail for unpaid parking tickets, but we would never send anyone in there for destroying the planet or polluting or wasting resources? Shame on us for not doing anything about it.
Ladies and gentlemen, these are desperate times. And mark my words, if you/we/me/us don't do something about this changing climate very soon, we are done for it. Oh, but I guess its more important to "fight terrorism" in Iraq right? Well keep it up boys and girls, because the planet just might take care of all that for us!
Canada and Denmark are currently fighting over a little tiny 1.3 km piece of land in the arctic. Actually, its not land, its ice on top of a rock. This is turning into quite the diplomatic affaire, Canada and Denmark both sending teams over there to further state their claims. Why on earth would we even care about a piece of land. Well, believe it or not this is all related to global warming, in the worst possible of ways. No, they don't need to go there for scientific research, they want the money! Isn't it always about money?
So, the ice caps are melting, the oceans are warming up and what are the Danish and Canadian governments fighting about? Land. Future land. Land that will evetually be a rich source of natural resources and minerals. Ah ha! Money! This makes me so mad, I want to scream. SCREAM LOUDLY SO ALL THE STUPID POLITICIANS ON THE PLANET CAN HEAR ME.
What the hell is wrong with these people. Why are they even fighting about this? Shouldn't we all be uniting in an effort to try and prevent global warming? Shouldn't we all be banding together as 1 united planet to save what little we have left? Oh no, no no no no. Lets fight over money and resources and hog all that we can to ensure our survival another couple of years while we self-destruct.
Humans are the biggest parasite on the planet. We are going to get it. If you are not recycling every piece of paper, plastic, wood, metal or foam in your garbage, you belong in jail. If you throw anything, ANYTHING outside your car while driving, you should be jailed for crimes against humanity. What about you idiots with big SUV's driving around like the world has an endless supply of gas and air? We through people in jail for unpaid parking tickets, but we would never send anyone in there for destroying the planet or polluting or wasting resources? Shame on us for not doing anything about it.
Ladies and gentlemen, these are desperate times. And mark my words, if you/we/me/us don't do something about this changing climate very soon, we are done for it. Oh, but I guess its more important to "fight terrorism" in Iraq right? Well keep it up boys and girls, because the planet just might take care of all that for us!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
My first Tattoo!!
My First Tattoo! It means Tiger in Chinese. I am a Tiger in the chinese astrology chart.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Another Thursday: Another Thickhead
Just when you thought you had seen it all : Check out this wonderful paper another mofo with a PHD
Friday, July 01, 2005
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
CANADA LOVES FAGS!
Yahoooooooooooo!
It's official! Canada Loves Fags! We can all get married now! Thank goodness will live in such a modern society!
It's official! Canada Loves Fags! We can all get married now! Thank goodness will live in such a modern society!
Monday, June 27, 2005
IT'S ABOUT TIME
According to Radio-Canada, it is virtually assured that Bill C-38 will pass and therefore guaranty the right to marry to couple of the same sex! Thank goodness we live in Canada!
Finally, equality!
Vive les fifs! We're here, we're queer, we're going to the chapel!
Finally, equality!
Vive les fifs! We're here, we're queer, we're going to the chapel!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Thickhead Thursday #4
This week, I propose many many many thickheads. Just pick a thread out of FARK and let the Farking begin.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Nick's BBQ - Saturday June 11th 2005
Hey Everyone,
Last night I went to a BBQ at my friend's place. Here are some pics!
Above, Our Mascot : Yannick
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