Today is basically “Quebec Day” in Canada, where the founding of Quebec is celebrated, the history venerated, and no one brings up the fact that we’ve come close to dissolving as a country twice because that province’s xenophobic & linguistic bigots make Donald Trump look like the secretary general of the UN.
In honour of the footy from earlier today, and Quebec nationalist’s sentiments about les anglais, here’s the music for an English victory
and their defeat.
Tonight’s sports:
- MLB:
- Phillies at Nationals – 8:00PM | ESPN / TSN2
If you feel like tipping one back for Quebec, may I offer you their national beverage?
TASTES LIKE HELL!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UXSWGsjAUQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBTTd0gfkn0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yjyj8qnqkYI
“hard day’s night” is not a phrase. No one uses it. It means nothing. Ya know what that smell is from all them screaming girls? That’s piss, me boy. Piss. Those girls are so overcome, the aisles are filled with their hot sex piss. Now, lets go, first finger on the E string…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwfH9oAiPH0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXONt9vlayo
Ah, the Quebecoise, the true Canadiens who hate Canadians.
Ah Canadians: the only people they hate more than Americans is other Canadians.
OK, OK….everybody calm the fuck down before someone says something they’ll regret.
Ooooooh. Poutine….that looks good. Can I get a bearclaw with that or what, eh?????
So yes, Senor’s adventures in Quebec. As we know, unlike Rikki I do not have a record of romantic success with citizens around the globe. Or anywhere else for that matter.
What I do have is the ability to get stopped by law enforcement organizations when traveling. It is a good thing I haven’t gone skulking around 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue because someone would take a picture of me and it would be decried as either an illegal immigrant, a terrorist, or Chinese espionage. I’m still not sure about that last one but a kid in my kindergarten class did call me Chinese [Senor] once. Either way, I am none of those things, and nationality-wise not from any of those regions in the world for that matter.
This incredible streak of luck started when I was 14 and going to Canada. My violin teacher had started a chamber music festival in a little town in Quebec, so of course I was a participant. I didn’t go up with any of my family (my grandparents came up a few days later, more on that in a bit) so I went up with another family. It was a pair of my teacher’s other students and since they were even younger than me, their parents. I believe I gave them the entire Rocky plot (the first four movies, let’s say) in a paragraph since they hadn’t seen them.
We get to the border with our passports, and we come into the building. And we’re there for like a half-hour. And being 14 and naive I’m thinking “Hmm, maybe they do this kind of thing with everyone driving across? But England wasn’t like this when I flew there.” No, what happened is they interviewed the parents of the kids I was going up with. And then Madre Weaselo put a note in my passport giving permission to travel with them and our number just in case.
So, as she described it to me, she gets a phone call, “Hi Mrs. [Weaselo], this is Border Patrol. We have your son.” Which she laughed at the straightforwardness of it and admitted she was expecting a call. But yeah, Canadian Border Patrol called my house.
As for my grandparents, my grandfather got a speeding ticket while driving to dinner or something and nearly got into an argument with the cop (again we’re in Quebec) and might’ve cursed him out in Romanian. So they sent him the ticket, which also has the option to make a donation. He never paid it, and we’re pretty sure that if he were to ever go to Quebec or Canada (unlikely considering his current state of health but you never know) he’d get detained and Madre Weaselo would get “Hi Mrs. [Weaselo], this is Border Patrol. We have your father-in-law” on the phone or something.
Artist’s Conception of Grand Padre-in-law Weaselo at the border?
Got to love those glory holes
My sister and I regularly try and figure out the most ridiculous story involving him. She’s a fan to the “I want a Red Mango” scene because it was just her. A lot involve us apologizing in advance to our server.
Been there, done that. With my RG (Racialist Granddad).
One of the most “interesting” nights of my life was when we took him out to eat (he was in his mid 90’s at that point) and an African American family came into the restaurant after us. It was late, only one or two servers still on shift. So of course, they were seated next to us to make things easier on said servers.
Yeah, couldn’t tell him that.
“The only reason they seated those bleeping N’words close to me is because…..”
OK…time to get your old wrinkled racist ass outta here right now before you get us all killt.
I’ve never apologized so profusely to a group of people I’d never actually done anything to in my life.
Canada will not let you into their country if you have a DUI on your record. Even up to 10 years or more after you have served all penalties. Jailtime, fines, community service, loss of license, etc.
They don’t fuck around with DUI up in the Great White North.
Hey everybody I’m back home! No need to send me a ticket, I hitched a ride on some dude’s Gulfstream. Man, those things can book and we just snorted coke the whole trip. Nice guy, I never even asked his name or anything but that’s probably for the best because I think he was mobbed up. Today was definitely a very interesting day but unfortunately I can’t remember any of it. It started with bath salts; after that it’s mostly a blank. I’m fine now though.
Too bad. I coulda been in Atlanta to make things worse within mere hours.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwrFUTyHNyc
According to the ESPN crawl, some WNBA team has a player named Vandersloot.
Which…isn’t that the killer of Natalee (OMG SHE’S BLONDE) Holloway?
It sure is.
And also the other one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YakIPC9_9UI
A 19th century British detective?
Oh motherfucker now I am going down into a Scanner Darkly hole.
https://www.worldswithoutend.com/novel.asp?ID=451
Also, totally wanna taste yeah right’s biscuits, and yes, it’s exactly what you think.
(I’m fat and I like carbs.)
S’up everyone.
Busy weekend, but finally checking in. KidofSonofSpam is going to college orientation this week. Getting old is fun and profitable (actually, neither), but family and friends getcha through it.
That means you guys. So…thanks.
I don’t know about you but I doubt the people here understand how much they mean to me. I’m pretty grateful for our little community here.
Likewise.
Queer.
Shut up, you homos!!
But yeah, me too.
*sigh*
Hey, today was the Pride Parade. Of course I was busy playing an Orthodox Jewish wedding, where if you are gay they excommunicate you and never speak to you again. So the exact opposite of the Pride Parade.
Even the lesbians? Where’s the logic in that?
COME ON, MAN!!!!!!
I’m here for the circle jerk.
You fucking better have brought the crackers.
Did you just call me a “cracker”?
Naw, you’re more of a “bootblack”
It annoys me at least a little bit that I really can’t disagree.
But only a little.
You’re old? But you’re as funny as any youth working at Buzzfeed!
The biscuit recipe from today’s Sunday Gravy produced an incredible biscuit.
I was so impressed I made them again today for a batch of biscuits and gravy.
You can go ahead and make those biscuits.
I’ve made a resolution that all my future meals will include at least one (1) homemade buttermilk biscuit.
That’s a good resolution.
Your doctor may think otherwise but still.
He didn’t approve of my Nacho May either. But I’m still here.
I can’t even begin to imagine what he had to say about Cigarette June.
He’s still catatonic about Vodka 2000’s.
I was too.
My doctor really frowned on crystal meth 80’s but fuck him he wasn’t there man!
…Can I cut the cooking time in half so they’re still a little raw?
No, you have a problem!
/Grabs spoon, starts eating Bisquick out of the box
While I’m thinking of Winter’s Tale…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQ8ONA8pC50
I’m gonna rock out hard and loud. Starting with this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93hDQMeyDp4
I like to think that the lyrics about how it crackles and crunches is a reference to Winter’s Tale.
Because I want to listen to this song without having to stay focused on a different tab.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ooKasAGXUg
Well, this all took a turn
Ugh you sound just like the guy that did my colonoscopy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=7&v=lgCZN1rU5co
I just regained consciousness and I’m in the lobby of the Marriott Marquis hotel in downtown Atlanta. I have no idea how I got here seeing as I was at home in Los Angeles this morning, and that’s another story, but I’m definitely in the Atlanta Marriott because it says so on everything. Big ass atrium, too. Anyway, the weird part is that in the middle of the lobby, in plain view, there’s two fat people fucking. Right there in front of everybody. Isn’t that strange? Let me cut to the chase, though: if any of you could buy me an airline ticket from ATL to LAX tonight I’d appreciate it greatly. Some cash too. Send it to the Marriott, I’m sitting by the front desk.
That’s weird, Dragoncon isn’t for another couple months.
Whoever goes, do a BotG of the fighting robot stuff.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
One path leads to blackout drunkenness.
The other…meh.
Stupid fucking other path sucks. Fuck you, other path!
You just can’t Hacket, Buddy.
Shocking events in tonight’s finale so far
Sometimes you make a professional comedian laugh and you feel pretty clever, but eventually you realize that professional comedians laugh at pretty much anything. They tend to be pretty charitable in that regard.
Sorry…
It wasn’t a bad joke. Someone took us on a tour of their house and I was saying that I wasn’t used to being shown the master bedroom without someone telling me that their husband would be home in an hour.
Gotta tighten up the delivery, but the concept is solid.
HBO Go getting pounded to shit right before the finale. Looks like it’s the TV for me like a fucking Amish
Is there such a thing as a “fucking Amish”? I thought it was an oxymoron, like “military intelligence”.
As someone who spent a lot of time grading lumber sent by those dipshits, trust me when I say “fucking Amish” is an incredibly common phrase
There is now a crazy romance novel genre involving Amish.
Who you calling Woodsmall?
“Hi. I’m Jeremiah Morning…”
“we are raising more than a barn today.”
“Take a look at her….. buggy.”
I’d imagine somewhere out there is an image of an Amish woman holding an unplugged Hitachi magic wand and looking disappointed but hell if I have the Google-fu to find it without my ISP putting my name on a list somewhere.
They use a hand-driven wood vibrator.
“She certainly churns the butter.”
Be warned: “Amish Hoes” is a snuff film.
Well, considering there’s a sizable Amish population and fucking requires no technology… i’m not sure it’s that much of an oxymoron.
RQBOCOP really working the stiffarm there.
https://www.cnn.com/2018/06/24/world/gallery/worlds-ugliest-dog-2018/index.html
This is a placeholder to remind me when I get home to tell my Canada story. It is not a Rikki-esque story as I was 14. But it is entertaining!
I never told my Canada story! It involved a Canadian P.A. (production assistant) who was in South Africa working on I. Robot (I think, I’m not sure I remember exactly). That thing that Chris Rock said about a pierced tongue, though? It’s totally true.
Also I was about to ask what “Rikki-esque” meant but I realized I just probably defined it myself with my story there and oh God I’m like some kind of Children of a Lesser God version of Tucker Max aren’t I?
Every time I have had to work in Quebec and Ontario, its always interesting to run into French Canadians.
Near as I can tell, the Quebec Separatist group, while it hasn’t been violent in a while, is about as fully thought out as the Texas separatist movement.
Any Cannuck can fix me if I am wrong, but aren’t they the economic basket case of the provinces? Like they consume far more in federal dollars then they take in from taxes.
Every job I have done in Quebec has been insanely slow and frustrating. I once had to go up there because we were getting a hot IEGT stack. Now I never ran into this before because its just heat pipe technology. The only way this could happen is if someone turned off the fans for the drive AND changed the internal software in the drive to eliminate the interlock.
Well I was wrong. I verify the tag outs and sign off on the safety paperwork (which was hilarious because the local electricians were bitching about me “doing work” which I fired back with “I don’t open up a medium voltage drive without checking the power is off”.
So these power modules are NOT cheap. Insanely expensive. I open up the section and I immediately see a screw drive stabbed into the heat pipe system. I point it out to the engineer and he just mutters about union issues. One of the electricians heard him so entire site shutdown by walkout.
I got escorted off the site. Over the phone, I talked the engineer through how to replace the unit.
Every non-French Cannuck has told me they wish the Quebecois would just succeed already.
Have you ever read Infinite Jest? Everything I know about the Quebecois separatist movement I learned from that book and I get the impression it’s not that far off from reality except for their level of competence.
I tried to get through it. I detested the book. I still have it on the shelf. I’m just not a fan of the author.
Its odd because I should like him as I love Thomas Pynchon’s work.
I think a lot of Americans don’t realize just how violent and dangerous the movement got. Its kind of amazing how the central Canadian government didn’t overreact and make the situation worse like the Brits did in Northern Ireland.
WOO HOO DAYDRINKING WITH MY NEIGHBORS!
Okay so now that’s over so I’m daydrinking alone.
Okay well daydrinking with the housekeeper but she is not drinking.
What’s goin’ on, Commentists?
It’s a Sunday in the summer, so playing a wedding.
I found out that one of my neighbors wrote Chocolat. They have this cape displayed in their hallway.
Right next to the Cane from Citizen Cane.
Someday Brad Bird will move in and I’ll get him to do the Edna Mode voice and my life will be complete.
Ok now that litre is asleep we can really start commenting.
Home. Put decilitre to bed, I will be asleep by 7 pm.
A couple of weeks ago I tried to go bowling.
Would have been the first time in about 10 years.
They had leagues so I didn’t get a lane.
Today I did.
I bowled 2 games. A 159 and a 158.
Still a work in progress but goddamn did that feel good to do.
I’m all the way back motherfuckers!
Nice. Pretty impressive scoring for laying off for so long too…regardless of knees.
I’m proud of you.
Thanks. I bowled for so many years but the knees just got so fucked up. I was most impressed by my spares in the 2nd game.
I’m gonna do that again.
I don’t think I could do that well even if I cheated and just entered random strikes and spares at whim. Nicely done.
College World Series finals (best of three) begins tomorrow night.
Hogs vs Beavers (aka Arkansas vs Oregon State)
Yes, I find that funny. Though not as funny as if was South Carolina vs Oregon State.
Betting advice? Take the Beavers. Also good advice in other matters as well, I suppose.
I kind of want to see this movie called Sorry to Bother You…
Is it Canadian?