by Roxane Hudon
Close your eyes and imagine guilt-free fun.
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by Roxane Hudon
There’s nothing ground breaking in saying that the doom and gloom weather in Scotland affects the national psyche. Hence, when it’s sunny, like it strangely has been for the last week or so, you feel a pressure to go outside, or “do something,” like go for a walk, or go buy a newspaper, or still go to the pub, but sit next to the window and order a light beer or something, maybe with a piece of fruit in it. Continue reading
By Jordache Kitty a.k.a Brad MacDonald
With a crowd of excitable sons and daughters in attendance, the 10th Annual Dad Circus took place last night in a Big Top Tent in the middle of our local speedway. Advertised as “Cirque de Soleil” only with more Dads, the circus is the world’s foremost entertainment operation focused only on the specialized talents of Dads. The night began with all Dad performers entering the circus riding bejewelled elephants set to the music of penultimate Dad band, AC/DC. Then, after a quick performance by the beautiful Dad Circus dancers, during which many Dads were seen giving each other nudges and gesturing towards their favourite dancer in the most good-natured, Dadly way possible, the real performances began. Continue reading
by Shawn Thompson
J’ai repris les maux que l’on avait laissé sur le pré-las d’une faute qui n’exigeait rien de nous, autrement que la pose, Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
Hello there! This is just a little note to thank all those who bought a copy of the new Ballz because a) we charmed you into it b) you were attracted to the bright colours c) we know you and you felt obliged d) you want to encourage the future of journalism (duh) e) you didn’t really buy it and we just gave it to you for free, because you’re either Corpusse or Julie Doucet. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
I find it very difficult to write good reviews. Look at any of my film reviews for a movie I enjoyed and you’ll find a pretty mediocre piece of writing. Or at least, to my mediocre standards. Perhaps because I’m so used to mediocrity or worst (worse or worst is usually more enjoyable), that I’ve found a particular pleasure in writing reviews for books or films that are horrible. It’s always easier to shit on something in all honesty than to say something nice and try to adequately appear sincere or feel sincere in doing so. Maybe I’m just a nasty human being. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
I discovered this amazing performer recently and since I’ve been ordering things on Amazon.ca as part of my new life plan of, um, finding more knowledge-bringing hobbies, I purchased her book, a compilation of her plays and interviews. Continue reading

infamy for what is real
under me there’s nothing
but fear
in a way
it’s a bit like you my dear
always hoping for something
here
by Roxane Hudon and Shawn Thompson
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RH: Once upon a time, Shawn needed to get laid
ST: “Si peu soit-il que je devienne avec le temps quelque chose d’important
RH: “C’est Comme tu veux,” she said. But I didn’t understand
ST: How could how could how could I, circumsised babies, seriously. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
It can be difficult to compliment someone, and truly mean it. It’s especially difficult when that person is a performer, a singer, a public persona, used to being approached by sputtering strangers. So, I want to use this space to compliment a few people that have amazed me this week. Continue reading