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 Despite the massive + hellish St. Laurent street sale that would typically enslave me to serving yuppie tourists frozen yogurt from June 16-19, I managed to book off work to slink on over to Toronto for North by North East. While I didn't find this year's line-up super exciting, I was very much looking forward to seeing Crocodiles, a band I had been listening to compulsively for the past year or so. I figured it would also be the only time I would see the Dum Dum Girls, because a  huge part of me is completely reluctant to pay to see them perform for one reason or another. Free wristband=open mind.

My boyfriend and I started off our festival experience by attending a film screening of The Last Pogo, a documentation of the last big punk show of the 70s at the Horseshoe...

I love my cat Henry. He's super smart and I can prove it. I right now, I'm cooking dinner and part of it is chicken. So, I cut up this raw chicken, right, too cook it and it kind of looks like brains or intestines or something. See, most cats wouldn't think anything of this, they're just all "You feed me so you can do what ever you want". But not Henry. You see, Henry is a straight shooter, so he basically looks at me as if to ask "What the fuck is your damage, woman? Why are you eating something that looks like brains? I understand you're the one who takes care of me but don't you ever even think about feeding me...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TH5ibABP4U&feature=related

 

this is the absolute worst. in the world. ever. serious.