I spend most of my days working for a client in the Bloor and Sherbourne area, which makes for a nice bike run to and from “the office” on the bike pictured above. By taking my bike, I get gym time — the aerobic part, anyway — and an almost cost-free commute, all at once!
That’s when I saw this gentleman on his electric bike. C’mon, kid, you’re young, have both legs and seem to be in shape — either get a moped, motorbike or motorized wheelchair, or just stop being lazy and do some actual pedalling!
From this point on, I can practically coast into the office:
Written when it was still a relatively new thing to approach a woman to whom you hadn’t been introduced, How to Pick Up Girls made tantalizing promises of techniques that you could use to have the ladies eating out of the palm of your hand.
There was enough demand for the book to justify the creation of an 40-minute album, in which you can listen to people in various settings — at the beach, walking in the dog, in a clothes store, at the library — acting out textbook-perfect pickups.
The scenes sound as if they’re being acted out by “Larry” from Three’s Company (he was Jack Tripper’s womanizing buddy who lived int he apartment upstairs), and while they may have seemed a bit sleazy back then, in today’s pretty ungentlemanly dudebro/douchebro-driven dating scene, they now have a retro charm, and they remain high-larious. I’ve shared the album on SoundCloud, and you can listen to the entire thing below:
Back when I worked at Shopify, I racked my brains trying to think up an idea for an online store, but couldn’t come up with one that hadn’t already been done by hundreds of other vendors with a considerable head start. I once joked with my co-worker Edward that I should sell “manties” — panties for men into that sort of kink — and now I know that I wasn’t that far off from the next big thing in online shopping:
Japan, still at the vanguard of exporting high weirdness to the rest of the world, is the home of the online shop Rakuten, which boasts page after page of dudes’ over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders. Here’s a screenshot:
Rakuten’s customers come from all over the world. According to Rocket News 24 (my go-to site for all sorts of Asian WTF), a satisfied customer from England says that wearing a men’s bra makes him feel “relieved and protected”. Another from Italy talked about the back-support benefits of the male brassiere. Other men say it feels like a sort of security blanket.
Before these guys discovered the “BROssiere’s” benefits, they had to have some reason to try them on first. Rocket News 24 reports a couple of reasons, including losing a bet, an excuse that sounds as lame as explaining to the folks at the emergency room that you just happened to be at home in the nude, fell over backwards, and that is the perfectly innocent explanation why you now have a beer bottle up your ass.
Ironically, for all the feelings of safety, support, and security that the male bra provides its wearers, it’s also a source of great anxiety. In the world of men, where an effective insult is “You know what we calls guys like you? Chicks!“, I’m sure a male bra wearer, like a Nickelback fan, secret furry or Surface RT owner, lives in perpetual shame and fear of being found out.
The “Male Bra” Segment from The World of Golden Eggs
How did I not know of the existence of the anime series The World of Golden Eggs? It’s every little bit as twisted as you’d imagine a Japanese comedy series set in a midwestern rural American high school could be. It’s so very, very wrong.
Here’s a segment from The World of Golden Eggs in which one bodybuilding jock asks another why he’s wearing a bra. “It’s not a bra! It’s a supporter for my pecs!” replies the other, in this sequence in which they beat a joke to death much better than Family Guy ever has:
If you’re in Accordion City and looking for something to do tomorrow after work, I recommend checking out Patio Friday, a loosely-organized gathering of people at a randomly-selected bar patio somewhere in Toronto. It’s normally organized by Toronto graphic designer Lee Dale, but he’s out of the country this summer. Luckily for us, Lady Miss Verna “Lake Louise” Kulish took the reins and got the Patio Friday ball rolling this summer. Verna won’t be able to make it this week, but she deputized RJ “World’s Nicest Lawyer” Moorhouse to run the show this week, and he has selected the patio at the Town Crier Pub (115 John Street), located in that row of pubs on John Street across from Chapters. If you’re reading this article, you’re invited! I’ll be there.
The fun starts at 4 p.m. and is reserved under the names “Patio Friday” and “Robert Moorhouse”. It runs until whenever we decide it runs until. The first Patio Friday of this summer took took place at Remy’s, ran until closing time and featured me entertaining lots of ladies:
Always give a lady an accordion lesson if she asks for one.
As you type your name into a Google search box, what suggestions do you get? Here’s what happens when you type in mine:
That’s probably a result of my posts on That Particular Situation, listed below in the proper chronological order for the first time:
Closing Time: Yes, as in the pop song by Semisonic. It’s the story of a weird dream I had, and it’s one in which I drop a hint or two. A tale of unexpected situations, Mariachi bands, pressure and the low-cut uniforms the waitresses at Swiss Chalet used to wear.
The Great Reset: I tell everyone what happened, and what my plans are.
My Hospital Week: A week after she moved out, I ended up nearly dead in the ICU. This one’s got an appearance on a kids’ TV channel, life-or-death fumbling in a darkened emergency room, poop, and a sponge bath scene with a cute nurse. Seriously, why aren’t you reading this right now?
I’m all right with Google showing “joey devilla divorce” as one of its top suggestions, but maybe it’s time to mix it up a little. I’d like the following to be one of the top suggestions when you type in my name:
Remember the grunge band L7? They were the poster children of the Riot Grrrl movement of the early ’90s, and if you played Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, you likely heard their single Pretend We’re Dead on the radio in one of your stolen cars:
They had a track titled Shitlist, which featured this first verse:
When I get mad
And I get pissed
I grab my pen
And I write out a list
Of all the people
That won’t be missed
You’ve made my shitlist
Moe Szyslak’s Enemies List
A somewhat sped-up version of the Simpsons episode Homer’s Enemy.
In the Simpsons episode Homer’s Enemy (the one with Frank “Grimey” Grimes), there’s a scene in which Homer is shocked that Grimes — after watching how everyone lets him get away with everything — has declared him an enemy.
Here’s the conversation that Homer has with his buddies at Moe’s Tavern:
Homer: Oh, I can’t believe it, I got an enemy. Me, the most beloved man in Springfield.
Moe: Ah, it’s a weird world, Homer. As hard as it is to believe, some people don’t care for me, neither.
Homer: No, I won’t accept that.
Moe: No, it’s true. I got their names written down right here on what I call my, uh, “enemies list.” [reaches under the bar for a sheet of paper]
Barney: [takes list and reads it] Jane Fonda, Daniel Shore, Jack Anderson…Hey! This is Richard Nixon’s enemies list. You just crossed out his name and put yours.
Moe: Okay, gimme that, gimme it back. [takes list and writes Barney’s name in] Barney Gumble.
You might remember Sarah Palin’s “Take Back the 20” site, which called on people to vote against the 20 House Democrats in areas carried by Republicans who voted for the health care bill. The locations of these 20 people were marked on a map as shown in the screen capture below:
There’s a scene in Mona Lisa Overdrive the final novel from William Gibson’s “Sprawl” series of near-future cyberpunk novels in which street samurai Molly talks with hardware/software fence The Finn, and explains that she’s figured out that the person who’s coming after her is an adversary from their past:
“So I put her on the list, right? You get big enough trouble one day, you’re being got at, you check that list.”