by Brad MacDonald
While at your favorite coffeeshop, you realize that, six years into your career as an English grad student, you’re still not sure if you made the right choice. What do you do? You follow these steps… Continue reading
by Brad MacDonald
While at your favorite coffeeshop, you realize that, six years into your career as an English grad student, you’re still not sure if you made the right choice. What do you do? You follow these steps… Continue reading
by Brad MacDonald
Ah, Montreal.
Where Peter Pans rufio themselves at the age of 43, ride the steed of the Cheval Blanc into the night and wake up next to a disheveled Bonhomme who tearfully complains that he has genitally injured himself on the mechanical bull at Chez Serge so badly that he will be the last of his depleted race (He is both gladdened yet saddened when they explain to him that he “has nothing down there anyway”). 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
1. Your parents will ask you questions you cannot, under any circumstances, answer in any way. “What does your friend’s older brother’s girlfriend do for a living?” “I have no idea.” “Do you have proper virus protection on your computer?” “I don’t know.” “What’s the interest rate on your student loans?” “A percent of something…..” “Do you know if…?” “No I don’t.” At first, you’ll be irrationally annoyed but then you’ll feel bad that you aren’t interested enough in life, responsibilities and people to know any of these things. Continue reading
At the corner of Rue Rivard and Rue Gilford, there is the Montreal Aikikai, a dojo offering teachings in the Japanese martial art, Aikido. In the front window of this establishment, a television screen plays several demonstrations on a loop. During the day or night, through summer or winter, this cycle continues without fail: seasoned disciples karate chop wood, scissor kick wood, head-butt wood. Pine, spruce, birch, it doesn’t mean shit; it is going to get knocked the fuck out. Continue reading
by Jordache Kitty*
*Jordache Kitty is my new pseudonym. Regards, Brad MacDonald
Yeah, I’ll admit it: I sometimes enjoy romantic comedies. It’s not like my favourite genre or anything – that accolade goes to the megashark vs. giant octopus genre – but, like many among us, I do enjoy watching attractive people smile at each other/things/cats. Back in 1977, romantic comedies, in my opinion, reached their critical peak, marked by Woody Allen’s brilliant, Annie Hall and Mario Caiano’s tearjerker, Nazi Love Camp 27. Continue reading