Zombies and zombie-fighters are called to face off, dance off, and party at Ô Patro Vys this Friday, October 30. The Z'Isle team launches the 4th issue of their serial comic, which takes place seven years after an apocalypse, in Montreal, affectionately known as Z'Isle. It features what's left of local architecture, innovative social organization, and maybe your friends.
So a bunch of us who work-study-hang-out at McGill University have decided to snoop around some of the buildings as a means of learning more about this awesome and contentious and sprawling place.
After the holidays we had a hankering to go exploring. So one Friday, Vijay, Alissa and I decided to do some walking around. Vjay and I met at the Roddick Gates and we were supposed to meet Alissa at the Milton Gates and then head up the hill but when we all got there, we were tired and a bit grumpy and figured, well, there's plenty of fine buildings right here in lower campus so let's just explore one nearby and the closest one was probably... The MacDonald Engineering Building! So that's where we went.
The McGill website tells us that this iteration of the building was built after the gods of fire destroyed the first one back in 1907. And apparently, there's a phoenix carved into the south wall - to commemorate the rebirth-from-the-ashes nature of the new structure. Epic.
So a bunch of us who work-study-hang-out at McGill University have decided to snoop around some of the buildings as a means of learning more about this awesome and contentious and sprawling place.
Sometime ago, we decided to go exploring! It was a last minute thing but the stars were aligned and Vijay and his mate Chris were into it an so were Alissa and Andrea and, I was into it too!
Some weeks ago, Andrea, Vijay and I met up and decided to do some exploring. Initially, Andrea was telling us about this awesome place in the medical building where there is apparently a wall of hearts in phormaldehyde so we were in. We started to walk up the hill but then as we are wont to do, we changed our minds and decided to explore the mighty Strathcona Anatomy and Dentistry building. And mighty it is. Mighty indeed.
The SPVM has stopped giving a shit and are now beating up school janitors and 40 year-old-mother-of-four teachers in front of kids.
They've evidently chosen to base their whole public relations strategy on the Harvey Keitel Bad Lieutenant film.
I think we're supposed to just roll with it.
Oh Ghomeshi... *facepalm* is a series of posts which documents and celebrates Jian Ghomeshi’s public moments of incredible, wonderful hubris where he just totally goes for it and our collective response is to go, “Oh.. Jian…”, and then it kinda feel weird and wrong inside of us.
I managed to hit five separate garage sales as my family and I made our way from one end of the island to the other yesterday. Some great finds all around, but pictured here are two of my favourites:
With the 2014 garage sale season just barely begun, I can only conclude that I'm off to a solid start.
It was the early eighties. In a shady and disreputable bookstore in the even shadier and more disreputable city of Calgary I found myself drawn in by the sinister cover of a mysterious book: Kit William's 'Masquerade'.
The dust jacket said it all:
Somewhere in Britain Jack Hare lost the Moon's gift, the golden hare shown above, adorned with precious stones and faience, a rare compound used by the ancient Egyptians to grace the Pharaohs. This extraordinary jewel, made by Kit Williams out of 18-carat gold, lies buried in a ceramic container bearing the following inscription: " I am the Keeper of the Jewel of MASQUERADE which lies waiting safe inside me for you or Eternity." The precise location of the jewel is told in Masquerade by means of clues both visual and verbal. The jewel will belong to whoever discovers its hiding place. No knowledge of British geography is required. Kit Williams has said that the riddle could be solved by a child of ten as easily as by a college graduate.
I didn't think it could happen. I didn't believe that I was even remotely susceptible to charms and wiles of reality television. Those smarmy bastards at Reality TV Co. Inc. have at long last found my weakness and Harlan Ellison's "Glass Teat" calls out to me with a siren song of taxidermic offerings.
