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I've been thinking about what English might sign like to a foreigner. I thought it probably sounded a bit like a softer version of German or something. After some research I came across this song by legendary Italian singer Adriano Celantan called 'Prisencolinensinainciusol', in which he uses gibberish words strung together to sound like an English sentence.
Mother's Day is just around the coroner, so we thought we'd share this fantastic classic with you all to remind you of the importance of treating your mother right.
This following song and band I was absolutely OBSESSED with has as a teen. I had a burned copy of their album which I had borrowed from the library (remember... back when people went to the library to listen to CD's...or was that just me?) and I had a photocopied picture of their album art-- in colour, and would listen to the album over and over again writing down the lyrics to each of the songs on the album (have I also mentioned that I have a strange obsession with music and lyrics...let's not get into it now). Anyway, for some reason they just knocked me out square between my eyes before I went to bed. It was so strange. 'Strange Disease' just creeped up on me like a peadophile in the park and now I can't get it out of my head. So here it is to annoy all of you.
Yesterday I walked along the street with an ex. He told me he had a new girlfriend. They started going out a week after we broke up. He then asked to sit down and so we did. I looked up and smiled at the dirty pigeons in the branches. He started sobbing and told me how sorry he was for everything. He told me he thought of me everyday. I just looked at him. And then, he pulled out this light blue handkerchief to wipe his red eyes with. All of a sudden, at that very moment, one of the pigeons decided to take a runny shit, and it landed directly on his handkerchief. As I starred at the white fluid running over onto his jeans I decided that from then on, I will always feed the birds.
NXNE Festival is quickly approaching, and Slice Mag will be creating our Annual Festival Guide to help out all you guys that haven't decided on a place to kick-it this summer.
To give you a taste, NXNE has Iggy and the Stooges Headlining, Lollapalooza has Lady Gaga, The Strokes, Greenday and Arcade Fire, Bonnaroo has Kings of Leon, Jay-Z, Conan O'Brien and Stevie Wonder, Osheaga has Arcade Fire, Weezer and Pavement etc
We'll put up a detailed guide very similar to the guides we provided last year.
Since this song has been on my mind, I figured this would be the perfect video as a follow up post to our 420 tribute for those of you looking for other therapeutic measures to cure you of what ails you.
On this, holiest of holy days, at 4:20 around the world, people will gather together, on lawns, in basements, in parks, on rooftops, on porches, in school yards, in office bathrooms and yes, perhaps even in monestary chapels where we as marjuana lovers will unite as one powerfull body to release a cloud of glorious sweet smoke to ground flights the world over. That Icelandic volcano has nothing on our reefer power.
So for this reason, we ask all you lovers, smokers and midnight tokers to step into the afternoon glare and blaze one up for ur fellow stoners.
Dear Slice, After reading the recent "Hipsters are the new Jocks" MESH - (International Electro-rapper, Brooklyn, NY) and then following the link and reading the recent article by Ad busters (which you can read here) I thought 'Am I a Hipster?' I couldn't decide my answer- if it was going to be a quite guilty nod or a full throated no (which would be full of an air of superiority because unlike everyone else I hadn't given into it.) Before I made my decision, there were a few things to consider:
1. I own a bike. 2. I have a blog. 3. One side of my head is shaved. 4. I wear a denim shirt with black leggings. 5. I've met Mark Hunter. 6. Vice magazine was my hero from the age of 12.
So this put me at about 85% hipster. The last 15% was empty because of the absence of lo-fi pictures with analog cameras in my life. There were no Polaroid photos on my wall- nor were there Polaroid photos on my facebook. I was worried. How could I become a total 100% hipster without the photos. (And just an after thought- the fact that I was worried and consciously aware of this- adds at least another 10% to me being a hipster. As 50% of being a Hipster is thinking about being a hipster.)
I was too anxious to add those cool kids I met last night on facebook because I didn't have the goods to back up the meeting. I didn't have the photos. I avoided responding to their friend requests for a couple of days and then joy oh joy. I stumbled across Secret Hipster Heaven.
Poladroid is a program you can download free that lets you turn your ordinary photos in polaroid photos. Above is my friend's photo she turned into a polaroid using the program.
Obviously - in hipster reality- we would all like to have genuine polaroid photos but we have to realise this isn't always going to turn out. If we want to live the dream- we're going to have to make a few sacrifices along the way and I am ready and mature enough to make such decisions.
I've already got four new profile pictures and three new totally rad* friends.
*rad is hipster for cool. Not cool in the sense of obviously trying to be cool, cool in the sense of not trying to be cool, just naturally cool (but in this not trying, a lot of thinking and pondering and considering goes into it. So really just not trying in an obvious way to be cool , cool. )
Waffles and Falafels youngest in charge, Miss Sky Ferreira's music video premier for her new debut single, '17' will be hitting Buzznet today at 12:00pm and Slice will be sure to post the video up as soon as it's made available.
So sit tight Sky fans, and enjoy some great stills from her upcoming music video debut.
Who remembers SNOW!? Well I guarantee if you're from Toronto and you grew up during the 90s then this was your JAM at one point in your life. I thought we'd take a trip down memory lane with Toronto's very own Snow.
Dr. Dog. They're awesome. If you like My Morning Jacket, Spoon and The Thrills then you'll love them. They're releasaing their 6th album Shame, Shame on the 6th of April and we're giving our readers a preview. It's stellar.
So a few weeks ago we got an email from a one man band from Scotland who performs under the name Deathpodal.
He describes himself as a DIY musician, which we here at Slice can respect. He performs and records the majority of instruments himself but where he can't he implores the use of some of his musical buddies to assist.
Virtually every instrument was explored on his debut EPExu_Wow. We'd describe the sound as atmospheric and we're particularly fond of his track 'Robert', where he makes use of the clarinet amongst many other instruments, and also concedes to a complete tonal change approximately 2 minutes into the song. He sites bands such as Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey as major influences.
We'll try and make 'Robert' available as a download so check back soon.
We featured this band over a year ago when Green Go Remix Project vol. 1 was making the rounds in Toronto. Their sweaty house party style gained attention amongst Southwestern Ontario's music scene and they followed up the buzz and excitment with their first full length album entitled Boarders which was released last April. More recently their song 'You know You Want it' was featured in an episode of the hilarious spy comedy 'Chuck'.
Green Go is back with vol. 2 of their remix project (this one featuring Woodhands...HELLO...need we say more?) and they are generously offering up a free download available at greengomusic.com
Start Spreading The Word. That's what the invitation said. Start Spreading The Word. I pressed my eyes against the thick cardboard invitation and flipped it over. Dave's 21st, theme: Gangsters and Flappers. I dropped it on my bed and thought for a second. Ok so a translation of this would read an explosion of old private school kids crammped together in a marquee frosted tennis court. It would also read me coming into contact with a lot of people from school who I desperately avoided at all possible costs. They had such an effect on me, that even if I scrolled to their page on facebook it was enough to make me nauseous.
I'll be honest, part of the reason why I vanished from their weekend parties was the revelation of how sad it all was. Trust me, I'm not about to stand on a soap box with an outstretched arm commanding I was the only one to see the 'truth.' Instead I just quietly came to the conclusion that I didn't have to put up with the feeling of not enjoying yourself or the people around you. It's funny thinking that such a thought took so long to 'come to mind'. And the effect of such a revelation? Well I started doing things that I actually liked for a change, instead of just going along with others.
So, of course with all this swirling about in my mind- I was questioning whether I should 'start spreading the news.' On top of this- my departure with this school day scene when I started university meant I came into a clash with some school friends. It all happened suddenly- after a cut of communication I received in a space of about 10 min six abusive text messages regarding things I had said about someone a couple of years ago. The whole thing was rather magnificent in it's orchestration actually. Forget propaganda ministers, teenage girls with vendettas are like Goebbels on steroids.
Within a weekend, one girl had formed a battalion of six heavy Oestrogen hitters. The months following I became the subject of their analysis. I was constantly hearing back their evaluation on my life. It's rather crude isn't it, that we believe we have the right to assess someone else's choices. In the end we're all as helpless as one another. Eventually, it fell to pieces and they found someone else to gauge.
I wondered, did I want to let myself wander in such a jungle? Weeks passed but with a slab of dutch courage I stepped through the doorway last night.
The night in point form:
-I sucked my pride - and dislike of them as people- and went for the smile and nice show. It wasn't too hard actually. Once you get over them as a person and just, well , let them be themselves without thinking how shallow they are, you sort of enjoy yourself. Everything becomes all about the surface but in an easy and perhaps even honest way.
-Reading what I just wrote- I guess I behaved before last night - in a manner exactly the same way as theirs. I mean really- who am I to look down on their french manicures and terrifyingly high pitched voice ways. It's annoying to be that person drunk on their own moral regardless of what you're judging.
-Once this was under way, I became the prodigal son of the group. No sooner was I chatting to them while they puffed away at their menthol cigarettes, to then being trust into the inner sanctium of being asked to come to the toilet with them. I leaned against the towel rack trying to not seem uncomfortable while my companion sat on the toilet seat - her stockings and underwear around her ankles - chatting in a voice which reminded me of a disney animal character. Yes it was rather surreal, it had been three years of bitter tension and now within a space of 45 mins I was in bathroom with her, watching her go to the toilet. Intimacy it seems, is not dependent on time.
Indeed I realised my ability to bullshit has not left me- despite private fears. The night proved it to be well in tact. I am a conversationalist on all topics, be them; boyfriends I've never met, families of boyfriend's I've never met, the dilemmas of facebook chat, whether lady gaga is a man, boyfriend's best friend's I've never met, boyfriend's best girl friends I've met, Rihanna's tattoos, Thailand, what to wear to Nick's fancy dress party, what's considered a slutty costume for a fancy dress party, what's considered slutty but classy slutty for a costume at a fancy dress party, whether that girl over there -finger pointed- has too much bronzer on, followed by- 'Do I have enough bronzer on?' And 'If not could I put some more bronzer on me.' Yes the topics were endless, but I navigated myself through deep waters which occupied their minds.
The night proved to be less strenuous than I expected. Perhaps a little more enjoyable. But certainly the crowd was everything to the last detail that I remembered.
Already I've had text messages of invitations to coffee/lunch next week. Statements like "it's so good to have the old Frankie back,'' are a little worrying. I've arrived at a point I didn't expect. If I decline and allow the situation to fester back to what it was, it will be an unwelcome end. However if I continue to actively coffee/lunch/powerwalk them I'm putting myself back in the past that is equally unwelcome.
At the end of the day, it's just easier not to have enemies, but how far are you suppose to go to achieve this?
So a friend from university just posed a question on his facebook wall asking of our earliest memes which got me thinking. Then I recalled this little gem by a Canadian high schooler who recorded this video in his school studio over footage of the high school's basketball game. He left the tape at the school, which was eventually found by his fellow classmates who uploaded the video to the Internet. The video has been viewed approximately 1 billion times.
The student eventually sued his schoolmates for $250,00 and they settle the matter out of court.
Star Wars kid remains one of the most viewed video on the Internet and gives Americans yet one more reason to redicule their friendly cousins north of the boarder.
For the digital publishing industry, the ipad could possibly present a solution to the ever growing problem; How can you make a living by producing an online magazine?
So in light of being in one of those 'intense'moods - which has lasted at least one month - i'm taking a new outlook.
* I should add, when using the word intense with the word mood, i'm sounding like one of those Twilight fans who internalizes everything in the film and doesnt say alot but will just say one sentence which will be a variation of the following: Bella and Edward's relationship is just so intensly beautiful. I'm wondering if I've already lost you all. Basically I know this mood is such a cliche but I cant help it- so I thought I'd run with it.
But not in the same way as the last post. BAHAHAHAH, sorry that was a little awkward and out of hand, its been a bad month ya know?
Okay, so today has been one of those wierd, wierd days where everything keeps switching from being really okay and then totally not okay. Its strange. You keep having moments of severe clarity and strength and contentment and then somehow it all comes undone and you feel a wreck. It's strange experiencing such extreme emotions- and most would say its probably the symptom of being a manic depressent. Yes most would say that. In fact thats probably the most logical response, but logic has never been my pal.
So I am responding to such a day with the double list for it all being just the worst and completely the best.
All the things I liked about Today: 1. I had the ultimate playlist to listen to as I made my way to uni. I don't know how it happened- but you know when song choice and geography are so insync its INSANELY PERFECT. Basically what I mean by this, is as I looked out of the train - the perfect song was playing to match the landscape. It became FRANKIE'S SOUNDTRACK. I don't even know how it happened because the ipod was on shuffle. SCARY. But it was perfect and I enjoyed it so so much. P.S You just know CFCF was all over my playlist. LOVE LOVE LOVE THOSE GUYS!!!!!
2. I ran into a friend who was eating blueberries AKA one of MY FAVOURITE FOODS - and I snacked with him and chatted while he scruffled my hair. I love it when people I like do that to me. But it can only be people I like. Otherwise if it isn't, I'll snarl like a bitch protecting her pups.
3. I sat next to the cutiest babe in my art history tutorial. Her name was Emiko and she laughed at all my gags. Plus her writing was so neat- I enjoyed watching her take notes.
4. I noticed an old dentist chair in the hard rubbish pile that I'm totally thinking of taking and putting it in my room. All the wires are exposed down the bottom of it, so you've got this drab grey chair with these brightly coloured wires sticking out. Its tops and I'm wondering what I could use it for besides just looking at it all day long because its pretty creepy but rad at the same time.
5. I went to the toilets at uni and for once there wasnt skid marks and urine all over the seat and floor. Yeah that was pretty nice.
All the things I didn't like about Today: 1. I ran into an old pal from school who hates me because she heard I'd said all these real nasty AKA BITHCY things about her. Truth, never said a thing. Reminded me of all those people we have around us who constantly just stab you in the back and lie and you never really sure why it all happens and how to control it. But yeah that sucked, because when you see people who hate you and think you're the worst sometimes thoughts like "well yeah maybe she's right, maybe I am just a total disgrace for a person" creep across your mind.
2. Well this has occupied my mind for the last month- being broken up . Unfortunately as I sat down to study and read all about art in France in 1789 certain songs came on which reminded me of everything, and well yeah nothing more really needs to be said. Actually one more thing, if you've got a broken heart listening to Yo La Tengo, Babyshambles, Bob Dylan, The Middle East, Lady of the Sunshine, Coldplay, Nina Simone and Angus and Julia Stone probably isnt the best idea. Woody Allen films make you laugh because it hurts so they're a good idea.
3. Leaving my wallet in my lecture room BUT then coming back an hour later and finding it lying there like a good cheaboiii. (this probs should be in both)
4. Thinking about my ex, feeling totally angry and hurt- so sending my friend ally a message saying and I quote "I fucking hate ___. I fucking hate him." then realising you accidentally sent it to him. Then thinking that you havent spoken in three weeks and this is the first thing you've said to him and realising how psycho you must sound and also embarrssed because it shows that youre still thinking about him and so that must come across as totally pathetic and so unattractive and therefore that little fantasy you had that you two would get back together will never happen because he has now realised how strange you really are. Let me tell you- there was no ultimate playlist on this trip.
5. Then getting a message from him saying - that was obviously for him, and then explaing to him that you don't hate him, you're just still hurt from the way he treated you. While you wrote that in a message and then waited for a reply you've lost any dignity left, while also realising you sound even more like a pathetic girl .
6. But then to get a reply which said "no its a fair judgment. I acted very dishonourbly I know that for sure," which I know should be a good feeling that he's acknowleding it- but at the same time it still leaves you feeling high and dry, and maybe it would be easier if he was just a dick so then you could hate him instead of him just being understanding. Its worse when people are nice, much worse.
7. But then (and actually this goes in the green column aka things i liked about today) telling my friend about everything that happened and us both laughing - somehow- about it all and thinking mid laugh that maybe everything will be ok, somehow, it just has to be.
There are no words to describe the incredibly EPIC win that was yesterdays game over the US.
It was a perfect finale to an incredible Olympic games, and who better to score the winning goal in sudden death overtime than 'The Next One: Sidney Crosby'.
After a 2-1 lead over Team USA with only 30 seconds left on the clock in the 3rd and final period, Canada began prematurely celebrating it's win over USA when Zach Parise took a chance tip in on net, and Luongo's stick, rather than blocking it propelled the puck in further.
Suddenly all of Canada fell eerily silent while the shock of what had just occurred began to register. We were going into overtime and at this point... it was anyone's game.
While North America inhaled and held it's breath, sudden death began and approximately 7 minutes in Sid the Kid worked his wonder and proved to the world why hockey is Canada's game. Canada exhaled, took to the streets, got drunk and celebrated our victorious win. From coast to coast and around the world celebrations ensued. Nothing brings a nation closer together than a Gold medal over the US in hockey.
Hey Slicer's Maria started her own Tumblr account which she's really excited about. She'll be posting mainly about photography, but also about music, films and other things that she loves. She'll also be doing some photography "how-to" posts. I.E. how to start your own dark room, and things like that.
Tonight every television in the country will be set to the Canada vs USA gold medal men's hockey game.
This is the game that Canadians and Americans live for. The old rivalry between two neighbour nations. Two teams full of NHL All-Stars, the majority of which play side-by-side for their respective teams during the year, but once every 4 years the Olympics rolls around and the men must divide and conquer while draped in their nations colours.
There is no single sport closer to the heart of Canadians than hockey. We live it and we breathe it. We are the birth nation of the sport. It is ours... and only ours.
Sharing a boarder with one of the most self-righteous and self-proclaiming nations on the planet is not easy, which makes CAN/USA hockey games so important to the Canadian identity. We lose our great singers, actors and biggest brains to the US daily. We allow Hollywood to champion north and film their blockbuster hits in our nation while calling it "America". We let them have our game of basketball, we've shared our precious beers, we even allow their 18 & 19 year old teenagers across the boarder to drink alcohol legally, premature of their 21st birthday.
There is only one thing that we refuse to share with our American brothers and sisters. And that my friends, is HOCKEY.
It is ALL WE HAVE LEFT. It is the only thing they have yet to take from us, and we'll be damned if we see them take it from us in our OWN COUNTRY.
Since the Vancouver Olympics began a few weeks ago, Canada seems to have become the object of the worlds affection. (At least that's what we're telling ourselves).
Dwight from NBC's The Office gives you a quick rundown of essential Canadian facts.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Oscar Wilde
I feel unoriginal. It's a nagging feeling. It tugs at my chest, knocks at my thought. It's a painful feeling. But worse than that, it's frightening. I overheard a conversation the other day. It was one of those typical coffee shop conversations a girl was having with her friend. As they sipped strong black tea she said she isn't afraid of rejection, because we as people deal with it everyday. Constantly we reject or accept things, all things. We don't even realise we're doing it. I realise this, 'understanding' of such, isn't revolutionary, but I stared to think, and I'm asking which is worse; to feel unoriginal or to be rejected for your originality.
I hate rejection. But I also hate feeling like there is nothing 'sacred' to the individual that is me. If we look at all the people and things that surround us - for something to be completely unique is such a vulnerably beautiful thing.
Despite this, some are at times scared of their rareness. Perhaps due to the fear of rejection. And yet others, appear , and probably feel, electrified by their individuality. Personally, my inadequacies have stronger currents. To feel like everyone else is poisoning to the soul. But to be rejected when you are being yourself would mutiliate any self worth.
I don't know what else to say. Oh, the Winter Olympics are coming along well aren't they?
I'm about as excited as anyone about the NBA All Star weekend in Dallas, Texas (Side Note - The Slam Dunk Contest is tonight and the game will be on tomorrow night) but in the midst of my excitement I came across a bizarre video which has gone viral recently.
In the video you see a Toronto Raptors Cheerleader being "devoured" by a blow up raptor after the raptor air humps her. It's incredibly disturbing. The only thing I can think is... what are they doing in there? Is she doing a hand stand while he walks off the court with her.. like.. what is going on!?
If you haven't already heard (God I hope you don't actually get your news from us) Qunicy Jones and Lionel Richie have teamed up once again to re-record Michael Jackson's "We are the World: The Remake". If you were watching the Grammy's Red Carpet tele-cast with Ryan Seacrest (shudder) a few nights ago, you would have seen Lionel "casually " bumping into every artist on the red carpet to remind them that he'd been in contact with "their people" and he's waiting for a response as to whether or not they'd be showing up to record. Seriously, this happened on live television people.
Basically he strong armed them into the studio.
I'm kidding, I'm sure they were all happy to be there helping to raise money for Haiti and it had nothing to do with their public image. At all. I mean, why else would Kanye show up? The Grammy's were far too public an affair for him to attend with all those lights and cameras and fans. He was too busy recording in some studio on some island (Hawaii I think). He likes the low-key affairs. Like this one. Nothing but him, other like-minded individuals that get him and his ego.
Joking aside, these wonderful singers, actors, talented people...and Ryan Seacrest, took time out of their schedules to remake Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie's classic hit and they did it for an incredibly worth while cause and they've decided that the perfect time and place to premier it is February 12th at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver. We agree.
The list of artists collaborating is pretty epic. Every Tom, Dick and Harry in Hollywood was packed into the recording studio for this (actually, the same studio in Hollywood that was used to record the original), so we have no doubt that they will succeed in raising money for the Haiti relief fund.
NB. Not to be over shadowed or anything, Simon Cowell recorded something similar in the UK with a bunch of artists singing R.E.M's "Everybody Hurt's"
I know we recently had a Wayback Playback but my friend just sent me this link and I just had to post it up here for all of you to enjoy.
I had never seen the video until today but I can remember ever so clearly this womans operatic voice, "You are young, you are free, why don't you sleep with me." Wow... I was just transported to somewhere in the mid 90's...and it was SCARY as hell.
Here is Shut Up and Sleep with me by Sin with Sebastian, Slice
I'm sure you're all aware of the earthquake that hit Haiti a few days ago. For those of you living in Canada and that are looking for a way to send financial relief, the government of Canada has agreed to match donations dollar-for-dollar (up to a total of $50 million) when you donate through the International Development Relief Fund. Read below.
A 7.0-magnitude earthquake struck the impoverished country of Haiti [Tuesday January 12th 2009] shortly before 5:00 p.m. The quake, centered about 15 kilometers southwest of Port-au-Prince (Haiti's capital), has been reported to be the strongest earthquake to hit the poor Caribbean nation in more than 200 years.
Haiti is reportedly one of poorest countries in the Western hemisphere, with approximately 80 percent of its 9 million residents living in poverty.
The quake has collapsed buildings, buried residents under rubble, and has devastated Haiti residence and the international community at large.
The Red Cross estimates that approximately 3 million people have been affected by the quake. Thousands are feared to be dead and many more injured.
At this time, IDRF is cooperating with Feed the Children in Haiti to make initial emergency relief assessments. Relief aid and assistance will be provided accordingly.
To lend your support to this cause, please mark your donations to IDRF as "Haiti Relief". - IDRF
Here's a classic that's been stuck in my head lately. This is "Heart of Glass" performed by Nouvelle Vague, originally released in '79 by Blondie.
They'll be kicking off the start of their North American tour in Philadelphia on Jan 22nd, so check out their tour dates and clear your calendars.
They'll be in Montreal at Metropolis on the 26th of January, in Toronto at the Opera House on the 27th, and on February 5th they'll be at The Venue in Vancouver.
We just watched Jay-Z's new video featuring Swizz Beatz which premiered on NBC yesterday. WHAT. THE. FUCK!?
Aptly named, "On to the Next One", the video helped usher in the new year with something as confusing, abstractly conceptual and messed up as 2009 on a whole.
Anyway, have you guy's watched it yet? Did you feel like that fat kid at summer camp with over protective parents that totally sheltered him from pop culture and then one day at a friends house he finally got the opportunity to watch MTV and caught a glimpse of an Aqua video which frightened and confused the fuck out of him!? Like, seriously, what is going ON!? There's some Heath Ledger/Marilyn Manson/Beyonce/Cirque du Soleil/Sexy Milk/Fire Balls aka Crotch Itch/Inkblot references that we're just not understanding.
Update: It just occurred to me that they must have been HIGH when they came up with the concept of the video. It's the only conclusion that makes sense!
It's the end of a DECADE, but boy was 2009 an epic year. Death, Rescission, Pandemics, you name it, it happened last year. We decided to wait until the VERY END of the year to do our roundup. (Hey, we couldn't be too careful, I mean someone attempted to bomb a plane 7 days ago).
With this year came tragedy, anxiety, job uncertainty and infidelity...but this year also managed to pull something fabulous out of it's toxic ass. It brought us GLEE!
Here are our lists of the top news stories rocking us this year.
Major Headlines Obama's Inauguration and 1st year in the Whitehouse Michael Jackson's Death The Economy Auto Industry Collapse Swine Flu Ted Kennedy's Death Health Care Reform in America Judge Sonia Sotamayor on the Supreme Court bench Beijing Olympics Miracle Landing on Hudson River Mark Sanford and his Argentine mistress War in Gaza Iran Democracy movement Bernie Madoff pleads gulity to 11 federal offenses Balloon Boy
Top Canadian Headlines Obama Visits Ottawa 18 Tornadoes touch down in the Greater Toronto Area on August 20th BC Fires Toronto's Garbage Strike Tori Stafford Abduction Olympic Torch Harper misses G-20 photo-op (he was taking a wiz) Newfoundland Chopper Crash Earl Jones Ponzi Scheme Drake and Justin Bieber blow up on the music scene
Entertainment News Headlines Chris Brown beats-down Rihanna Kanye shits on Taylor Swifts moment Tiger Woods and ALL of his mistresses (11 and counting) Twilight Madness Susan Boyle reminding us that ugly people are talented Michael Phelps Bongs his face off Lady Gaga (fullstop) Oprah announces that she goes off the air in a year Heath Ledger wins Posthumous Oscar Glee Oasis Breaks up John and Kate Split Octomom Jimmy Fallon joins late-night lineup Adam Lambert kiss Carrie Prejean etc etc etc Letterman Extortion Scandal Eminem and Borat stunt??? Angry Christian Bale freak out
Breakout TV Shows Glee Modern Family Cougar Town Flashfoward The Good Wife Castle Lie to Me Nurse Jackie Parks and Recs Vampire Diaries The Middle The Cleavland Show
Major Deaths Michael Jackson Farrah Fawcett Patrick Swayze Senator Ted Kennedy Walter Cronkite DJ AM Natasha Richardson John Huges Brittany Murphy David Carradine Billy Mays Bea Arthur Roy Disney Ken Ober Chris Henry Soupy Sales Captain Lou Albano Les Paul Eunice Shriver Steve McNair Karl Malden Ed McMahon Dom DeLuise John Updike Jett Travolta
So, that's the 2009 year roundup. We leave you with a great video mix. Let's hope 2010 takes a Xanex and chills the fuck out.
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