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 Kevin Sexton
This list has very little to do with 2012 in particular, but that’s beside the point. Ever since I made the drive from Toronto to the Michigan border, amusing myself with increasingly absurd names of Ontario towns, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to share some of them.
Included are fun facts about all 10 places.
Hallo Ballz Friends! We’ve put together some new text for a print edition to distribute around Roxane’s new town of Glasgow, but we need a weeee bit more funds to print! We’ve had a total of TWO donations, if you’d like to help us print (we really don’t need much), feel free to donate 1 dollar or a pack of chewing gum at our paypal account at ballz.montreal@gmail.com More words to come! Print that shit!
by Roxane Hudon
[All names of people and places have been changed not to protect anybody, but because I signed some kind of agreement and since I never read anything I sign (for more on this, ask about the Twilight Twitter debacle of 2011), I rather not be sued by a big corporation although, that would also make for a good Ballz piece and also, Fuck The Man and all that stuff. Don’t worry for my well being, I have since quit this job.]
When I arrived in Glasgow at the end of March with the goal of living here, I didn’t sense the immediate “WHEEEEE” feeling I was expecting to feel from finally leaving Montreal and the total rut I had found myself rotting in. It was more of a “ah shit, what the fuck am I doing, I’m going to run out of money any minute now and die here, so let’s drink all the alcohol, let’s literally drink all the pints and see what happens” kind of feeling, which eventually became a “WHEEEE” feeling at a certain point of the night, but it took a lot of energy, money and beating up of my own body to get there.And so, when a short, job agency Englishman, sporting hair product and a shiny suit, called me a week into being here to ask if I could start work immediately, I agreed, thinking that if I was going to drink myself to death here, I needed funds to do so. And so, friends, here is a lil, a “wee”, if you will, description of my time at the worst job in the world. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
Dear World,
I’m a 26-year old failure of a journalist, because, instead of folding in or even trying, I’ve been having fun. I’m sorry, world, this is my biggest flaw: my relentless attraction to a good time, which has somehow lead me to a basement in Glasgow Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
As y’all know I am moving, yes, I may still have the time to write a heart-wrenching goodbye piece, but for now I’d like to share a little gift from the heap of stuff I’ve had to sift through. The weird part is that I’ve moved several times in the past years and it’s incredible the amount of things I’ve found that I somehow deemed worthy to lug from place to place. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
Top Ten lists make me realize how much television I watch, but also, how much I love violence and humour. Also, that I’m a super mega loser and I should really get out of my PJs, but whatevs, it’s the holydaze.
newest song on the ukulele! Enjoyz, Continue reading
