Compiled by Roxane Hudon
Oh Boy, we may not have done as many as we used too, but …umm…welll just watch and find out how FASCINATING they all are! COMMON THREAD IN ALL VIDEOS: Being unshowered and just the right amount of lonely. (more…)
Compiled by Roxane Hudon
Oh Boy, we may not have done as many as we used too, but …umm…welll just watch and find out how FASCINATING they all are! COMMON THREAD IN ALL VIDEOS: Being unshowered and just the right amount of lonely. (more…)
Top Ten Worst Things I Learnt From The National With Peter Mansbridge at 10 pm Last Night
(in no particular order, but in dutiful list form)
by Roxane Hudon
I’m going to write a top ten list every day, until January 1st. Here we go
1. When you stream it live via the Internet, you spend most of the broadcast watching an image telling you that the “Live Stream Will Resume ,” while thrilling news-type music plays in the background. They may as well show us the commercials, which, obviously, take up most of the broadcast. This becomes way more apparent when you’re watching “Live Stream Will Resume,” instead of the actual commercials. (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE
Imagine, People, imagine you lived inside Disneyworld. Imagine your address was something, like 1, Magic Kingdom, Disneyworld. Imagine you lived inside the Tower of Terror and you had to take that elevator every day, several times a day. Would you be jaded? Would it still be fun? Imagine you lived on top of Splash Mountain. Would your nemesis be the guy who lives on Space Mountain? (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
I’m not going to go on about the failures of old-fashioned, outdated, conventional journalism; this type of discussion now feels like a piece of old gum that I’m stuck chewing on, because there’s no garbage in sight. (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
“Now she’s in me, always with me, Tiny Dancer in my head.” You probably thought you were just like Penny Lane. Bohemian little pixie who loved music, fell in love with musicians and charmed them all with your slightly psychotic behaviour that included dancing around an empty venue, barefooted and braless, to Cat Steven’s The Wind. (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
In a year of Occu-pies, crashing eurozones, melting ice caps and Norwegian death camps, people around the world are looking at their Mayan calendars, appropriately tattooed on their backs and realizing that the jig is soon up, folks. (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
As y’all know (now you do), I like to keep tabs on what’s happening in Russia, mainly, because it’s usually unbelievable and also, it fuels my Russian fetish. Horse-riding, ancient artifact-finding, karate-choppin’, puppy-lovin‘ Vladimir Putin is once again running for President of Russia, because, really, who else is fit for the job. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)