BARSTOOL RANTS.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Futuristic St. Lawrence Market ?



This is what St. Lawrence market is supposed to look like by 2014 !

Mayor Miller announced this dreadful news recently, causing me to die a little on the inside. Four stories, with the market on the bottom floor, and courtrooms and administrative offices on the upper floors. There's also supposed to be a green roof, which is kind of cool.

During construction, the market will move to 125 the Esplanade. LAME.

St. Lawrence Market is so badass the way it is. Fucking with this beautiful historical building is like giving Kim Catrall a facelift and butt implants.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Thursday, June 3, 2010


"It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again"

-Allen Ginsberg

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

everyones favourite cocksucker ....


As everyones favourite cocksucker Stephen Harper reviews his mastermind plans for Arctic environmental protection rules in the wake of the disasterous oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, attention has been drawn to the fact that the Northern Canadian provinces have been sullied with dangerous liquids! Sewage! Jet fuel! For the past oh, half decade!

The spills that have gone down are obviously smaller than the BP disaster off the US coast, but still remind us that we cant fuck around with out vulnerable eco systems !

260 spills were found in Canada's north over 5 years. A government environmental enforcement database called NEMISIS tracked them all, but left a bunch of holes (like who dunnit, how much was spilled, and even what was spilled). There were 137 spills in the northwest territories, 82 in Nunavut, and 41 in the Yukon. Some could be cleaned up in a day, others took months.

In one case, an unspecified amount of diesel was spilled in the Yukon for 2,013 days – more than 5 years – before someone finally did something. I would have done it but like, you know, whatever.

Why are there holes in NEMISIS? The department claims that it is often being improved and updated to manage its effectiveness. Also, sometimes info that doesn’t fall within environment canada’s mandate might not be entered into the database.

mmm hmmmm ....

But they insist that action can still be taken even if some data is missing. The department, they say, is just one of the several that can do something about spillers. (Read - they are avoiding sole responsiblity). Others, including Indian and Northern affairs and the provinces and territories, have different enforcement tools at their disposal.

The database lists 75 spills across the North. That’s followed by 28 sewage spills, 26 spills of unspecified of unknown contaminants and 25 jet fuel spills.

Why doesnt anyone ever spill anything good? (I'm thinking something along the lines of that skittles commercial with the skittles leak).

Sunday, May 30, 2010


Jon and I walked to Quebec when I went to visit him in Ottawa, and we stumbled upon the bar of our dreams !

We found a comb on the floor. Naturally, Jon made use of it.

I did too. But I think I made it look a little more salacious.

Would you use a comb you found a dive bar for a free beer?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


I was thinking today I'd really like to have awesome style, but when it really comes down to it, I'd rather spend the money on getting drunk.

Monday, May 24, 2010


I find it really funny when people unfailingly judge others based on which high school they went to.

The whole high school rivalry thing is pretty much inevitable when you’re in it, especially in a small town like the one I grew up in. And I guess when I was 16 or 17 I tolerated a bit of pointless egg throwing or vandalism in the name of unwarranted hatred, but now that we’re well into our twenties, I think it’s safe to assume that our reasons for hating people will be for something actually reasonable. Like making out with my boyfriend, or breaking my friends heart, or having a fucking stupid haircut. All these things deserve a bit of loathing.

But if you are seriously maintaining that grudge based on where I went to school 5 years ago, I automatically assume you are a fucking child as well as an idiot.
I’ve long forgotten a lot about much of high school. Its not that I hated it or anything, it’s just not a very big part of my life anymore. I still have friends from there, and I’m really glad to have them, but I sort of left the trivial nemesis’ thing in the dusty relics of time somewhere in between graduation and four years of university. Call me crazy, but I haven’t put much energy into upholding feelings of hate for those who went to school on the other side of town when we were 16.

Take off that fucking football jacket and man up, you candy ass. If your seriously going to judge me right away, do it like a man and leave the superficial small town motives where they belong – in the small town. For the pre teens. Hate me, instead, because I have a stupid hair cut. PLEASE.