Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Video Of The Week: The Rolling Stones

 So the ''best'' rock band of all time turns 50 this year, and is currently in the midst of a 5-concert series of overpriced shows to make another few million bucks in celebration. But The Rolling Stones have always been about making money - and occasionally taking too many drugs and sleeping with too many women and/or men - so we can't really hold that against them, now, can we?

My friend musician Patrick Hutchinson has a saying that the Stones are the world's greatest cover band of all time, and with their versions of classic blues pieces like Little Red Rooster and other pop staples such as Money (That's What I Want) do prove his point. Another great cover of theirs is their long-awaited (it came in 1995 on the Stripped record, after all) take on Bob Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone, with the almost-stop-motion video directed by Michel Gondry and starring Patricia Arquette.

I won't lie - I did get this song back in my head following Steven Tyler's comments about Bob Dylan via Nicki Minaj, but a good song remains a good song, and Gondry's visuals are always pleasant to watch.

Nicki Minaj Vs Steven Tyler: Battle Of The Dolls

It now seems that Steven Tyler was fired from American Idol, rather than his desire to get back to Aerosmith. He and Jennifer Lopez were replaced with Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj on the self-deflating show that no longer produces top sellers, and now he's saying what I always thought was true of these shows, namely that if Bob Dylan would have applied to such a show in the 1960s, they would have turned one of the best songwriters of all time down because his voice isn't powerful and radio-friendly.

Except Tyler said it specifically about Minaj, and she responded by calling him ''racist''. And now Twitter is aflame.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Trick's Daddy

I don't know what I find odder in this USA Today story (from a while back) - that NFL football player Bryant McKinnie ran a $375K tab at a strip club, or that said strip club belongs to rapper Trick Daddy's... daddy. Or that it'll likely end up in court.

It used to be in sports that NBA players were the bad boys, sleeping with tons of women in different cities, smoking weed, taking cocaine, some of them catching HIV, others getting sued for rape. But 80-game seasons require something to change one's mind...

But football players took it up a notch, what with their huge salaries for 16 games of work and a growing feeling of entitlement turned into sexcapade boat trips with hookers and strippers (in which McKinnie was involved, come to think of it...), domestic violence, armed robbery, shooting oneself in the leg while carrying a gun in their trousers, and so much more.

And somehow, knowing at least one rapper was raised with money coming from women getting paid to follow orders and remove clothing makes a little more sense. As Jay-Z and DMX said, for some of them, it's ''Money Cash, Hoes''...

Friday, November 23, 2012

Chris Brown's Punk Fail

Chris Brown decided to be cool and dress up as a street punk, sporting a leather jacket with the markings of seminal bands he's never heard of, such as Corrosion Of Conformity, Suicidal Tendencies, Dirty Rotten Imbeciles (D.R.I.), Cro-Mags, The Exploited and the like:

Instead, the wife-beating R&B star ended up looking like a brat, which led to Municipal Waste posting a diss on their Twitter page...

Monastiraki Makes Martha Stewart Top-10 List

Our kind friends and sometimes poster designers Billy Mavreas and Emilie O'Brien at Monastiraki have made Martha Stewart Living's top-10 list of things to see/do/eat in Montréal!

Although I disagree with some of their over-the-top statements (''Move over, poutine!'', for one), it's still pretty freaking cool.

Not all things in life are dark, brutal, twisted, and full of bullshit.

Then again, Martha Stewart is a convicted felon...

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Video Of The Week: Pink

Almost a year after last featuring her, and in light of her recent performance of this song last Sunday at the American Music Awards, it's about time to showcase P!nk again.

 When she first came out with Can't Take Me Home in 2000, she seemed like any other R&B singer, singing angry love songs with the twist that her videos were fun to watch, as she was quirky and didn't mind laughing at herself, making funny faces.

 When the Moulin Rouge soundtrack came out, though, and with it the mega-hit Lady Marmelade combining P!nk, Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim and Mýa all wearing skimpy clothes in the video, all four vocalists and song producer Missy Elliott all rocketed to (bigger) fame, and at about that time, P!nk's vocal prowess came to shine more.

Over time, with an abundance of tours and videos, she also developed a talent for dancing, which hit its apex in this video, for the song Try, directed by Floria Sigismondi, who has worked with The Cure, Muse, Christina Aguilera and many Jack White projects. It featured Broadway dancer Colt Prattes and is somewhat of an aggressive ballet, inspired by the Parisian street performances known as the Apache dance. The song was originally recorded by GoNorthToGoSouth.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

When Bigots Are Criminals

After my post earlier this week about Republican candidate Eric Bodenweister's indictment on 113 counts of sexual crimes came this story, about Christian/anti-gay lawyer/activist Lisa Biron: a member of the anti-gay Alliance Defense Fund, which has filed numerous lawsuits in opposition to LGBT rights nationwide, she has been arrested on multiple felony charges related to child pornography.

In fact, what she was in possession of was evidence of a sexual encounter she had with a female minor, which she took to Canada to film and fuck. So, all told, here's what happened:
FBI agents swiftly arrested Lisa Biron yesterday morning as she awaited a hearing on child pornography charges at Manchester’s district court. About 9 a.m. FBI agents entered the courtroom, told Biron to leave her belongings and took her into an adjoining conference room where she remained for several minutes before coming out in handcuffs.
Outside, Biron ducked her head below the backseat window of a white vehicle as it was driven away from the courthouse.
A few hours later in U.S. District Court in Concord, Biron, who is associated with a national coalition of Christian lawyers, was formally told of the federal charges against her: transportation with intent to engage in criminal sexual activity, possession of child pornography and five counts of sexual exploitation of children.
So I guess in her opinion - a ''respectable'' one since she's a lawyer and all - same-sex sex is wrong, unless it's done with a minor, in which case I assume it's just ''experimenting''. I'm sure her God would agree, since he's the same one who is prayed to from pedophile priests and Republicans...

These people have no clue are the reason why folks no longer believe in the Institutions, public office, or anyone with power and/or authority. Their so-called morals shame them, and in turn, they try to ruin life for everyone else by trying to ban everything. That, and they keep putting themselves in positions of authority to gain access to their victims. Here's another charge that should be brought against people like that: being fucking assholes, worth three years in prison to be added to the rest of their sentence.

Monday, November 19, 2012

How Drunk Is ''Superdrunk''?

Apparently, it's having blood-alcohol content twice the legal amount, which is what Detroit Red Wings prospect Riley Sheahan had in his system... while driving.

Here's what the police report had to say:
Sheahan, 20, was arrested and charged with driving with a blood-alcohol content of .17 or higher and providing false information after he was stopped going the wrong way on Ottawa Avenue, near Pearl Street, shortly before midnight on Monday, Oct. 29, according to Grand Rapids Police Sgt. Allen Noles.
There's something poetic about having the words ''wrong way'' and ''Ottawa'' in the same sentence, though.

When Republicans Are Criminals

This one predates the (U.S.) election by a few days, and I just hadn't gotten around to it - I'm pretty late on a lot of things I've wanted to share/do/work on.

It's about a candidate for senate who had a hard stance on homosexuality, and as is often the case when those bastards try to regulate stuff that should be of no concern to others, he turned out to actually be worse than what he was against - he didn't just enjoy the company of males, he liked them underage, which I think is the only illegal/sinful thing in that sentence. Oh, and he wasn't just indicted on one count, either... 113.
It has been reported by delawareonline.com that Eric Bodenweister's indictment included 74 counts of unlawful sexual contact, a felony in the second degree. Also attached were 39 first-degree felony counts of unlawful sexual intercourse.
Yeah. Hypocrisy at its worst. Plus, his name sounds like a bad beer that claims it's the King Of Beers - another case of lies and hypocrisy. Should have seen that one coming...

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Video Of The Week: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

A little over 4 years ago, I treated myself to a very good Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds show at one of my favourite venues, Metropolis (in Montréal). Nick Cave's music has been a staple of most of my playlists (first on cassettes, then CDs, now in mp3 players) since the mid-nineties, as I got into him and his songwriting style in my teens; I'm not sure I would have liked his earlier band The Birthday Party when they were active and I was very young, but I do listen to them now as well.

Many of the things he touches turn to gold, although some of his artsier endeavours such as 2004's double-album Abattoir Blues/The Lyre Of Orpheus seem a bit too gimmicky for me, and I don't turn to them unless I feel I specifically want to, unlike, say, this week's featured song, Red Right Hand, which I randomly insert in all of my playlists.

It's a song that's been overused, particularly in film (he could probably retire on the strength of this song's royalties alone), the version most people have heard in the movie Hellboy was actually performed by Pete Yorn; if you like cheese and odd covers, you might also enjoy Frank Bennett's version from Five O'Clock Shadow, which also contains a ridiculously overblown version of Pearl Jam's Betterman.

Without further ado...

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Video Of The (Past) Week: Megadeth

Sure, Dave Mustaine used to be such a bad alcoholic that he was kicked out of Metallica. But Megadeth did things that were so much better than Metallica: Countdown To Extinction, in my opinion, tops the Black Album.

And sure, Mustaine supported Mitt Romney in the recent election. I don't know what to say about that, I never thought Mustaine was that much of a redneck, and definitely not stupid like Ted Nugent. Live and learn, I guess.

In any event, many of Mustaine's songs were politically-charged, usually standing up for the proverbial ''little guy'', usually critical or war, government overreach (oh, wait...), most of the time as a riff-machine worthy of Jack White.

In any event, even if you are a fan of small government, there was no excuse whatsoever to vote for Romney, the two-faced pathological liar who would sell his mother (to China, probably) for office. Being a partisan of one political party does not excuse voting for whatever face they choose to run; voting blindly is dangerous, and can alter one country's history irrevocably (see: Canada 2011, Germany 1933, Rome 50 B.C.).

Still, Symphony Of Destruction is an amazing fucking song, at the perfect level of heaviness, good enough to get your head bobbing even if you dislike loud music. But at a level where it's still acceptable to call it ''music''.

Remembrance Day

November is a month in which we remember
Mankind's penchant for armed conflict and slaughter

From Guy Fawkes in London to WW2 trenches
To current-day Holy Wars that boggle the senses

You can't blame the soldiers who are merely doing their jobs
But you sure as fuck can blame governments who rule like they're gods
Sending young men to die for oil and territory
With the only reward of medals and glory
In exchange for lost limbs and lost lives of their comrades
In the name of NATO or other such NORADs

Yeah. Fuck Flanders Fields.

One quote I really like about wars is this one:
I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.  
~George McGovern

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Celebrity Non-News

Never in my work experience have I been asked the question: ''Your work has been uneven of late, could it be because of who you've been fucking?''

Christian Ponder, quarterback for the Minnesota Vikings, was asked that exact question - minus the harsh term for fornication - because, as someone who performs 16 times a year in front of a TV audience, he is deemed a celebrity, and so is his girlfriend, College football reporter Samantha Steele.

Yes, College ball. As in ''kids'', not ''professionals''.

Jesus Christ.

With all the natural disasters and ''news'' like this, I'm surprised glad Mitt Romney wasn't elected, as it would have been a sure sign that the world is ending.

The only thing newsworthy about this whole thing is the guy's moniker, which sounds like his parents were questioning their religious beliefs when they were naming him.


In other celeb news, Selena Gomez dumped Justin Bieber. Young girls and old men rejoice.

One of these fine ladies is Selena Gomez

Friday, November 9, 2012

Live-Blogging A Triple-Tooth Extraction

It's been a surreal week so far, with only one day of work, a death in the extended family, and an appointment to extract teeth - I didn't know until the last minute if it'd consist of one, two or three leaving my mouth. Turns out I went for three, all top-left, all in the back (starting with the molar, we're letting my wisdom tooth grow).

My appointment was originally for 7:30 PM on Thursday, but they called me on Tuesday to postpone it to 8PM. Here's how it went:

5:15 PM - They call me, asking me to come in earlier. They offer 6:30 PM, but that's too early and there's no way I'd be able to make it in time; we settle for 7 PM.

5:45 PM - I leave the house. I know for a fact that I won't be able to eat for 24 or 48 hours after the act, so I stop by McDonald's for a quick, unsatisfying bite. I take a third-pound angus burger, but forgo taking the trio (drink and fries) for the extra $3 because it's a rip-off. And I don't feel like spending over $10 on a McD's meal.

6 PM - I get on the subway.

6:20 PM - off the subway, wait for the bus, that's 20 minutes away.

6:25 PM - I get thirsty and start looking for a convenience store, but there are none in sight. I settle for a bowling alley, and buy a $3 (can't make that shit up) small bottle of 7Up. Should have taken the fucking meal, I would have had more to drink...

7 PM - I get to the dentist's.

7:05 PM - I'm sitting in the chair, getting my shots of anesthetic.

9 PM - I'm done. A quick stop at a pharmacy for painkillers (percocet!) and my dad drives me home.

9:10 PM - I take my meds and watch TV.

MIDNIGHT (Friday morning) - I start feeling pressure on my teeth - a bit in the hole where my old teeth used to be, kind of the same pain as the toothaches I used to have - but I also feel something in my front teeth, I guess she was pressing against them for leverage in taking the other ones out, but now those were annoying me. I guess the anesthetic has worn off.

3 AM - Time for bed.

6 AM - An incredible thirst comes over me, so I get up to chug a liter of mineral water. Then back to bed. Can't sleep. Fuck.

9 AM - Pill time. I get up, with just a minimal amount of pain in my face, less than a toothache, more like the pain you get when you have a small cavity. This could be less bad than I'd heard. Back to bed for what should be a couple of hours. Waking up at noon would make sense.

3 PM - Drowsy, but feel I should get up, if only to take my anti-inflammatory meds. Decide to order wonton soup to go along with it. Great fucking idea, I rule. Let's watch La Galère with the Former Lady Of The House.

4 PM - I've had enough of that show, would rather play Civilization.

6 PM - Feel drowsy again, I'll nap a while.

9 PM - Up in time for meds and supper. I'll have garlic-and-herbs pasta (I'm tired of tomato-based sauces for the time being). Will watch Family Guy (Season 10).

11 PM - tired, off to bed.

3 AM (Saturday Morning) - Jesus Christ. The place where my teeth used to be hurts, similar to a tooth ache, except without the physical presence. Is it all in my mind? Also, the left side of my face has swelled and feels the same as having an abscess, except I don't have one, I'd feel it with my tongue, and I don't. On the plus side, it's time for my meds.

3:30 AM - Can't fall back asleep, although the pain has subsided a bit. It's definitely tolerable, in any case, so I guess I'll play Civilization until I can go back to sleep.

9 AM - Shit, time for more meds. I guess I should try to get back to bed.

2 PM - Woke up drowsy, but it'd be a shame to waste the whole day in bed, so  I'll get up. I'll make myself some shitty McCain tiny pizzas for lunch, they'll be ready for meds-time (3PM). I guess I should clean up a bit, too. I'll start with vacuuming the hall and living room.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Romitt Wouldn't Concede To Votebama

Almost 1AM. That's how late Mitt Romney held onto his illusions this morning, refusing to concede his defeat. It had been more than an hour since most media outlets had given Ohio to President Barack Obama, and almost two hours since Jon Stewart had declared Obama winner of the elections.

For a while, Romney led the popular vote but trailed the electoral College by a landslide; things went back to normal around midnight, with the President maintaining a fair advantage of electoral votes, but also winning the actual vote count, avoiding a repeat of (what History remembers of) the 2000 election.

In a predictable yet ironic twist, we now find ourselves exactly where we were before: same President and VP, the House to Republicans, the Senate to Democrats. However, perhaps the House will actually stop cock-blocking Obama now that their strategy of ''our job is to avoid a second Obama term'' has failed massively, and maybe they can ratify a few of his plans to get Americans back on the job market, which they were saying was their priority, although their actions proved otherwise.

Now that that's done, here's a cat being coy about trying to suffocate a child (or just being stubborn):

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Why Registering With One Party Makes No Sense To Me

In the United States, elections are pretty much a two-party system in which electors usually side with either Party, for better or worse, for most of their lives. As such, they are offered to register which party affiliation they favour, and lists are made available to those who may need it. In some cases, an opponent will use unfair tactics to suppress his opponents' voters, such as this instance where Arizona Republican candidate Jeff Flake (yep, he was that flaky, can't make that shit up) used robocalls to send Democrat voters in the wrong voting place.

In Canada - and particularly in Québec - we have a multiple-party system, which enables most citizens to actually vote for the candidate they feel will best represent them; the party with the most winners is in power, and usually the balance of power is held by more than one opposition party, resulting in the country not veering too far from the center, and where compromise and negotiations usually prevail over dictatorial tactics.

Except, of course, with Stephen Harper, who merged first two, then three parties to form a bigger one who would stand a chance to grab power if they took electoral positions away from the main cities (Montréal, Toronto and Vancouver) and added more in rural regions in the West. Which they did. And it worked. And now he's muting all opposition parties and even his own Parliament to become, all told, a King.

But Kings die and/or get their heads chopped off, so while he's redefining Canada as a war-waging country in the service of England, lowering our tolerance level for gays and women, and reducing the percentage of French-speaking neighbourhoods through targeted immigration in effect hiding what could become ethnic cleansing, his time will be limited by Nature, and his wrongs will be reverted. Over decades, sure, as Americans are learning (there is no way a Barack Obama can repair the damage a George W. Bush has inflicted in the same amount of time; it takes a second to destroy a house by launching a missile in it, hours to do it by fire, yet weeks or months to rebuild a new one).

Anyhow, the point is this: your opinions may change over time, or maybe they won't. But those of your elected officials can, too: just look at how many times John Kerry changed his mind, John McCain too, and that's saying nothing of Mitt Romney doing so in the same fucking day, let alone throughout the years.

Registering with a Party paints you in a corner, and opens you up to the malfeasance of bad people, which there seems to be a shitload more of every day. Not only are you better off keeping some cards up your sleeve and keeping your hand secret (I've started playing poker again, yes), but it's also best to keep an open mind and see if there isn't a better option out there.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Chris Christie's Boss

Now that the photo ops have given way to relief efforts by out-of-energy first responders that are no longer photogenic enough to be on the evening news, politicians have gone back to giving speeches on podiums with as many people behind them as there were in front.

New Jersey Governor Chris Christie talked about the issues - housing for the homeless, talking to Bruce Springsteen:

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I know firsthand that in times of crisis, sometimes a small break with things or people you love - or both - rejuvenates you more and better than a full night's sleep, but I just think these things are taken care of in private, not for the press; I also think the mood shifted a little too quickly, that now that Christie knows he's a hero (and a shoe-in for the 2014 nomination unless he fucks up in a major way), he has less to do, and is content with ''leading''. I hope I'm wrong, but I rarely am.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Daylight Savings Time

Set your clock back. Go back to sleep.

Count the sheep, and make sure tomorrow's flock has the same number. You've gained time to make sure it works out.

Tomorrow's still just Sunday, though, so even if you fuck up, you'll have the whole day to get acquainted with your new surroundings,  your work week shouldn't be affected by any of this, if it even exists.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Video Of The Week: The Strokes

It's time for The Strokes, again, because it's been so long. Part of that is because their last record dates from over a year ago, but songs such as this one still find their way into my Ipod. As a matter of fact, as a single artist entry, only Queens Of The Stone Age is on there more often, although Jack White as an individual, with all his projects, takes up the most actual room.

In any event, this is old-time quality rock'n'roll, in a video directed by Samuel Bayer. I even purchased the single to this song, because it included a not-so-good cover version of Marvin Gaye's Mercy, Mercy Me, featuring QOTSA's Josh Homme and Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder.

R.I.P. Pascual Perez

In the midst of racism in the news, conspiracy theorist Tila Tequila, the American elections, and the continuing saga of corruption in Québec politics, one subject fell through the cracks: the death (murder) of Pascual Perez, one of my favourite Montréal Expos pitchers.

The former All-Star was found dead at his Dominican Republic home:
Some of the reported details of Perez's death are gruesome, but they also have yet to be confirmed. One report says robbers waited for Perez, a terminally-ill kidney patient with five children, to receive his $2,000 major league pension check before surprising him at his home.
I couldn't describe him better than this if I tried to:
A brother to Melido Perez and Carlos Perez, both of whom also had substantial major league careers, Pascual Perez could follow a 95 mph fastball with a sleepy eephus pitch — just for fun. Listed at 6-foot-2 and 162 pounds, Perez was all arms and legs on the mound with a Jheri- curl mullet hairdo on top.
His rainbow pitch was a marvel to witness. It flew 15 feet in the air and looked like an easy, Little League pitch that was certain to get knocked outside the park - except it never was.

He, like many Expos, had a pretty bad cocaine problem, twice going into rehab in his three-season stint in Montréal. His brother Carlos also played here, and Éric Gagné mentioned him in his autobiography, saying ''he always had two things on him: a million dollars in cash, and a loaded gun''. Freak family, but beautiful to watch play.

In (Actual) Racist News

Ok, ok. So merely a few hours ago, I posted about Tyler Bozak's ''blackface'' Halloween costume and wasn't too offended about it because Canadian history doesn't include minstrel shows, and it was clearly a tribute (whether it's to Michael Jackson or Rockwell is a whole other story), etc.

And then comes the story out of a hick town in Ontario where a fucking idiot dressed up for a Royal Legion party (Canada's answer to ''Veterans' clubs'') as a KKK member, holding a man in blackface on a makeshift leash...

And some reports indicate the fucking thing won a prize.

See? That's offensive.

It's an insult to every black man who was ever killed by those bastards; it's an insult to every slave who has ever ''belonged'' to someone else, whose wife was raped by their ''Master'', whose children wouldn't be ''theirs'' but instead just another member of someone else's ''workforce''; it soils 200 years of social advancement; it soils the reputations of War veterans everywhere who fought and perhaps gave life and/or limbs for their countrymen, regardless of creed, colour, religion, language, race, or gender.

And what did the asshole - Blair Crowley - have to say for himself?
I'm not prejudiced. It was a Halloween costume, it was a joke," said Crowley, adding that his best friend is black. "I apologize if I offended anybody."
His best friend is black. Huh. Go figure. I wonder how long that friendship will last.

I would suggest he dress up as a member of the KKK again, go to his black friend's house in that disguise, with a rope around his fucking neck, and tie himself up to the friend's porch for a month, as winter approaches, with nothing but stale water and dry bread to eat. Hat off, so everyone can see his fucking face.

News From Tila Tequila

Remember Tila Tequila?

The former MySpace click champion (and subsequently Reality TV ''star'') has taken to blogging, and has clearly lost her mind:
And if you thought that was bad:
(...) Aside from that, I was also indeed “JOAN OF ARC” in another one of my past lives!!!!!  It makes so much sense now!  I mean, Joan of Arc and myself share incredibly similar things!
Uh, yeah. Please... go on...
Everything I talk about now, it is only and always in the 5th dimension frequency!  For instance I cannot relate to anything here on Earth anymore.  Everything I speak of is always in a very spiritual manner and My “HUMAN 3rd dimension body” is CONSTANTLY disappearing and reappearing all the time now!
I WILL be disappearing soon in the new Kingdom of God in the 5th Dimension back to my true light soul once again, and I shall be disappearing VERY SOON!  The only reason why I am still here, when indeed I have already given my certificate to Enter the new Kingdom of God, but I choose to stay here just for a little longer because it would hurt me deeply (just because I have been granted access to the 5th Dimension and given my “GALACTIC CARD” to travel to all 12 dimensions) doesn’t mean I can just leave you guys here and forget about you!  I told you this once before and I shall say it again, “I HAVE NEVER LEFT YOU NOR WILL I EVER LEAVE YOU!”
That's the stuff!

Some other titles of her recent posts include ''The Government Are Cloning Humans and Themselves! ZOMBIES ARE REAL!'', which includes the amazing quote:
The human race is possessed by demons. (...) These beings are mentally sick, upside down and follow a perverse goal of death instead of life.
George W. Bush died in 1987 and was carried on through secret laboratories (Area 51 etc.) as a zombie henceforth.
Well, it takes one to know one. Not the zombie thing, the mentally sick part.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

P.K. Subban And The Weather

Everyone in Montréal - except for hockey journalists - loves P.K. Subban (he's already one of my favourite Habs, along with Tomas Plekanec and Andrei Markov). The camera love him even more - and he loves it back.

A recent example of this was last Tuesday, when he presented the weather for CTV News:

Tyler Bozak's Blackface

The internets are going nuts about the Toronto Maple Leafs' Tyler Bozak's Halloween costume, which is supposed to be Michael Jackson:

They cry ''racism'' about the blackface. I won't get into - for the hundredth time - how, in Canada, we don't share that history. Instead, I'll just point out that for a rich hockey player, the suit sucks, and he looks a lot less like Wacko Jacko than he does his cousin, Rockwell:

The Burger King

If you know me personally, you probably know I've been a huge Wayne Gretzky fan for... my whole life.

As a child, I'd beg my parents to let me watch a single period of his games, which came so late in my time zone (Eastern) that they played after my hometown Montréal Canadiens' games, oftentimes ending at 10PM, way past my curfew. Needless to say, when I was be able to see him play, it was special for more than one reason, usually a special event, usually during the Holidays.

For Christmas, I'd ask my parents for Gretzky jerseys - first with the Edmonton Oilers, from ages 4 to 12 (every time I'd outgrow one), then with the Los Angeles Kings, for the first half of the nineties, which were my high school years. Then I moved out and was on my own to provide jerseys for myself, and could only afford a Gretzky three years ago - a beautiful Oilers one, in blue.

The one jersey I never got, though, was the ''Burger King'' Kings one, and to this day I can't find one anywhere. Lucky for me, though, McFarlane Toys made 250 of them, usually selling for $100-400 apiece:

Now you know what to get me for Christmas.

I thank you in advance.

It's Movember