Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Q & A with the editors of Road and Traffic
Q: At what age do boys become Don Draper?
A: They become Don Draper never. Don Draper is clearly a product that we all dreamed up as a society.
A: They become Don Draper never. Don Draper is clearly a product that we all dreamed up as a society.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009

The conversation, if I recall correctly, went something like this:
fleance2: would you ever get an iphone?
fleance1: NO
fleance1: i'm against them
fleance2: ME TOO
fleance1: they're douchey and I hate them on principle
fleance2: YES
fleance2: we both hate them on principle
fleance2: i'm gonna blog about this
This however is a different story altogether:

CUTE CUTE CUTE
daddytypes.com
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Funcan
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Northern's School Song
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Prozzak
Remember these guys? why didn't the guy's head touch his body? Where was his NECK....Also, did you know that these guys were a side project of the PHILOSOPHER KINGS?? Ok now i have more questions than answers. I feel an investigation coming on.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Happy Meal Conundrum
When I was a kid, my dad always took me to McDonalds on Tuesdays. I always got the Happy Meal with the Chicken McNuggets and a small fries, but the TOY was the best part. No matter what it was, I relished whatever novelty item was in the box (bag?). Anyway, whenever my mom or stepmom took me to McDonalds, I NEVER GOT THE TOY. Whenever they'd ask if I wanted the toy behind the counter, my mom or stepmom would say "no she doesn't want it", or "no you can't have the toy" and I never quite understood why. Does the toy cost extra? Would it have taken up too much room somewhere? Inquiring minds need to know. Maybe I keep all my childhood toys to this day to make up for the trauma of never getting those amazing figurines.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Winning love by daylight: a memoir
As I was entering grade 3 Sailor Moon cards became SUPER SUPER cool. What I lacked in mood rings I made up for in Sailor Moon cards. Made up for and then tripled. I had a LOT of cards. I collected them in a binder and I had a very specific and logical method of cataloguing them. I had holographic ones and rare ones and super rare ones with not only one but TWO layers of stickers that my best friend at the time gave me in exchange for my continued support in best friendship. One afternoon after a fruitful day of trading and bribing and inward gloating about my success in the market, I decided to leave a huge stack of them, UNPROTECTED, in my desk. I don't know how many there were but by morning the next day I only had about 30 remaining. I don't think I've ever been as sad since then. A part of me is lost forever.
MOOD RANGS
I wanted one sooo bad as a kid but my mom said they were dumb. Childhood robbed, dreams shattered.
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