The bright side

I’m known around the prairies as a happy guy who doesn’t seem to let things bother him. One reason for this is because of my gold, but the other is that I have the ability to look on the bright side of shit, rather than the shit side of things. I asked readers to submit problems that they just can’t seem to look positively upon so that I might be able to help using my bright outlook on life.

The Bright Side

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At least this man is getting some fresh air

Kicky from Sudbury asks: Please, what’s the bright side of having zits?

Come on, seriously? I can tell you how despite popular opinion, not loving watermelon isn’t that bad, opening a door to the world of pineapples, but don’t expect me to solve the fuckin’ DaVinci Code. I guess my best advice is to go to the drug store for creams and pray that crackers are on sale.

Nil from Montreal asks: Tell me there’s a positive to having all these warts!

Fuck, I don’t know, I’ve had a few warts in my day and they ain’t exactly “boob magnets” you know? Ummm, they’re like… uhhh, at least your body works if you can make them, right? Never heard of a dead guy growing warts!

Bebb from Kelowna wonders: How can I mentally deal with hair in bad places?

What, like pubes? Sorry, you’re going to have to be more specific. I’m losing my hair so you won’t get much sympathy from me. If you don’t like it, go back in time to before you were born and tell your mother to have sex with some guy who’s not your hairy dad. That’s a bright side, right? Time travel? Pretty fun?

I should’ve screened these before. Look, some shit in this world sucks really bad but you always have to imagine someone who’s way worse off than you. I like to create really awful characters in my head then assign them little poems that I can easily recall when I’m feeling bad. Here’s an example based on the issues you submitted:

Name: Don Penis
Age: 18
Hair: Stinky
Eye Colour: Rat Red
Parents: Can’t cook

The poem:

All my zits have warts, all my warts have hair
All the stains are brown in my underwear

Next time you’re feeling down, just imagine Don Penis and how bad it is for her.

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A young Ms. Penis

 

Weird Al Karaoke this Friday

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Torontonians should stop what they’re thinking about and start thinking about attending this month’s edition of WEIRD AL KARAOKE, the city’s only show where comedians sing their own parody songs to backing tracks. Holy shit, what a fun sounding evening. It’s June 6th at 10pm at Comedy Bar at five dollars. This month we got:

James Hartnett
Miguel Rivas
Brendan Halloran & Stacey McGunnigle
Scott Yamamura
Craig Anderson
Evany Rosen
Gillian Bartolucci
Jon Blair

With hosting by me, Weird Glenn and lights and sound by DJ Sports (Andy Hull).

To hear some songs I’ve sung at past events, click your fuckin’ mouse right here.

Movie review – X-Men: Days of Future Past

X-Men: Days of Future Past

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The X-Men team is in trouble again, meaning it’s gonna be ANOTHER long stretch before they can enjoy any sort of leisure time. Do they even get paid to do any of their tricks? This time around the X-Men of the future are pissed that they’re not the best anymore so they send everybody’s favourite naughty boy, Wolverine, back in time to straighten it out before some furnace-faced bots take over.

Ha! As if it were that easy. The Canadian hero known for his six knives kind of screws up mostly because he messes with the frustratingly unstoppable magnet man who is so powerful that he should rightly be included in future editions of the Bible. They eventually figure it out of course, but at what cost? $12.99 for the ticket, no popcorn, just a stick of gum I brought from home.

Most mutants in this movie looked like a middle-aged person’s vision of a graffiti artist and every one of them knew more than enough karate to make up for the shortcomings of whatever power makes them a weirdo.

The bulk of the movie takes place in the 1970s but don’t worry, you won’t get distracted by the fact that not one character knows what you know about computers and the 24 hour news cycle–these guys are all business. Even if the movie took place today they still wouldn’t have had time to check email anyway–no one had time to eat anything in this movie or even stop for a drink of water.

The special effects made the human actors really appear to be the stylish monsters they were supposed to be, while Hugh Jackman and his team of Hollywood trainers and dietitians did a great job making his arm veins look like perfect al dente spaghetti.

The actors knew their lines really well even though most of them only had a few. Heck, Ellen Page spent the whole thing sitting down with her hands around Hugh’s head. There were lots of good lines that were mostly just variations of stuff like, “hope is the greatest human tool” and “our future is ours and hope is our future and be nice” and classic ‘blah blahs’ like that, but I don’t like small talk anyway, so who cares?

I’d give this movie a “go see it, it made me wish I had a power other than being kind”. It didn’t feel very long and I didn’t check my watch once.

Other American holidays that Canadians don’t celebrate

The only reason I knew today was America’s Memorial Day is because none of my favourite websites were updated. I totally respect the holiday as it’s a lot like our Remembrance Day but with less poppies and more meal deals for veterans–I’m just frustrated I wasn’t more mentally prepared to spend the day refreshing tsn.ca looking for new developments in the CFL labour dispute instead of surfin’ my normal waves. Anyway, to prevent this tragedy from happening to you, here’s a quick guide of some minor American holidays that could effect your life in the coming year:

December 26 – Crispness

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We call it Boxing Day and usually spend it going out and looking for deals on sofas and off-brand TVs but Americans do it differently. On this day every ten-year-old American child is told of the reality of Santa Claus AND the birds and the bees in the same conversation. In order to soften the blow of such bold news, each child is given a sleeve of crisp sugar wafers which is how the day got its name. Parents generally save this day to have a bit of sex of their own, referring to the act as “gettin’ crispy”.

Last Friday of June – Mike and Dave’s

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There are more Mikes and Daves in the United States than anywhere else in the world, a distinction the 48 states and 2 kingdoms are very proud of. On the last Friday of June every registered Dave and Mike legally get a day off to hang around with each other and discuss ways to ensure the survival of the two names, paramount to the preservation of American culture. This year they’re pushing for the Washington Redskins to be re-named the Washington Daves (the Daves won a volleyball tournament against the Mikes so they got to choose).

March 15 – Judd Hircsh’s Birthday

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Back in 1983, President Ronald Reagan succumbed to public pressure and decided to give March its own holiday. Being a busy man, he made a snap decision, predicting that Judd Hirsch would eventually be remembered as the best actor on Earth and the most well-known American in history. He declared Hirsch’s birthday a national holiday although most employers these days refuse to recognize it. Those who don’t are federally mandated to stage a screening of Independence Day starring Mr. Hirsch, which has caused large amounts of confusion among tourists.

Fourth Wednesday of every odd numbered year –
Dr Pepper Snapple Group presents Nice Day

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In 2008 the Dr Pepper Snapple Group out of Plano, Texas became the first American company to sponsor and fund their own federal holiday. If the weather is deemed “nice” then citizens are encouraged to cook a big family meal using recipes found in the nationally-distributed DPSG Holiday Guide (their Peach Snapple glazed, deep fried Dr Pepper squares were a hit in 2011). If the weather is not nice you’re encouraged to commit one nice act as suggested in the Guide. Last year’s feature act of kindness was to share recipes from the Guide with someone from another country.

Leap Year Full Moon – Eagle Night

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This holiday is only celebrated by former confederate states and dates back to the late 1800s. The day starts by forgoing breakfast in favour of a traditional southern supper of hush puppies and chicken fried onions, then it’s off to bed despite having just woken up. Citizens rise later that day at 5pm at the sound of the Eagle horn then prep for a night of absolute freedom from sunset to sunrise. Most people participate in locally organized nude-based gatherings while others just kind of lie around and feel weird (usually while nude) because of how screwed up their internal clocks get.

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American website alternatives

If your favourite American website isn’t updated because of a holiday, check out these Canadian alternatives:

imdb.com –> imbc.ca
(This is the biggest website on the net that focuses solely on movies about British Columbia and actors born in British Columbia. The Joshua Jackson page is must click)

avclub.com –> daveyclub.ca
(A review-based site focusing on the works of Canadian poet, Frank Davey. There’s a great feature currently running where rappers perform covers of Davey’s most obscure works in various basements he’s rented over the years)

tmz.com –> tmc.ca
(The official website of the Toronto Mass Choir. Some pretty juicy gossip in their News section)

ehow.com –> oweh.com
(While ehow teaches middle-aged women how to be obedient little mommies, oweh.com teaches Canadian parents how to treat minor injuries at home)

rottentomatoes.com –> freshpotatoes.pei.gov
(A guide to fresh PEI potatoes, assigning each farm a score based on aggregated reviews across the Internet)

 

Forgotten fast food mascots

The other day, hamburger chain McDonalds revealed a new mascot to represent their line of child-sized dinners. The public was quick to declare it “creepy” and “scary” but I think he looks like a regular guy who just happens to have spaghetti arms and pronounced lower eyelids:

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Manchu Wok’s ‘Ploomoo’ – The comedian who portrayed Ploomoo died after shooting just one commercial and in his honour, the company suspended sales of the new Peanut Butter and Garlic Fried Beef dish he was promoting.

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New York Fries’ ‘Silvio & Marcus’ – NYF briefly considered giving their brand a European twist by promoting the use of mayonnaise on their fries. Silvio was the “fries” and Marcus was the “mayo” and the ads showed how well they go together.

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Red Lobster’s ‘Injured Lifeguard’ – His short-lived catchphrase was “Hey, get me some shrimp, would ya?”

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Swiss Chalet’s ‘Oliver’ – Around 2001, the rotisserie chicken chain aired teaser ads featuring the above teen. Weeks later, the company ditched whatever is was they were trying to do with Oliver (named by fans, in the ads he was nameless) by canceling the campaign, with the mascot’s intentions remaining a mystery.

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Burger King’s ‘Brother Cheese’ – In 2008 Burger King tried to capitalize on the success of their “King” character by creating a fictional medieval universe based around the restaurant. Brother Cheese was a power hungry monk who got turned into half an owl by a dark cola wizard after The Knight of Buns caught him of stealing onion rings. This is all contained in the 14 part epic fantasy series based around the short-lived King’s Court of The Northern Hex menu.

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Taco Bell’s ‘Burger Buster’ – Taco Bell ran a promotion in 1998 where you could come in and trade any burger for two soft tacos, straight up. The mascot was not received well, especially after they tried to claim that his dick is just a burrito.

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Wendy’s ‘Willow’ – Created to appeal to rural customers who thought Wendy didn’t represent their values. Wendy’s subsequent “Garbage Burger” did not sell well at all and the character was nixed.

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Subway’s ‘Fed Up Janice’ – 2004

 

Movie review – Godzilla

*Don’t read this if you haven’t seen it yet and think that it will be good*

Intro

Godzilla the lizard was first invented by Japanese men or women to represent nuclear weapons, which had previously fucked up chunks of the country during the old fashioned wars of old. The use of nukes isn’t as common today so it wouldn’t make sense for a new Godzilla to be a “bomb dude”. At first I thought that maybe this version of God is all about sports and how we cheer for monsters who need drugs to keep moving. Remember the drug in RoboCop 2 called “nuke”? In this movie, monsters eat radiation to stay alive–coincidence? I don’t know. Then I thought, maybe today’s God represents politicians whom we trust even though they destroy our cities by being rich or whatever. Then I thought that maybe Godzilla is simply the lord God, a guy we trust but can’t control. I looked up some quotes about Earth’s God and they fit so well with the film’s God that I felt like Robert Langdon solving one of Jesus’ trickiest puzzles.

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“God(zilla) is, even though the whole world deny him. Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained.”
– Mahatma Gandhi

The start of Godzilla is all about no one knowing there’s a Godzilla. Bryan Cranston of Breaking Bad and Seinfeld plays a dad who knows there’s something wrong in the Japanese ocean, but doesn’t know it’s Godzilla or these other two monsters who aren’t in the previews. If you’re looking for an actor who can convincingly bawl uncontrollably, this is the guy you call, and the Cranberry got in about three good ones before he unfortunately leaves the movie about half an hour in. Luckily, before he leaves Ken Watanabe is introduced as a guy who knows there’s a Godzilla but didn’t know about the other monsters. No one wants to believe either men, but believe me, in this movie there is a Godzilla.

“The blame is his who chooses: God(zilla) is blameless.”
– Plato

So anyway, Godzilla and a couple of large horny bugs start destroying Earth looking for radiation, and the only people who can stop them are the U.S.A. army, who in this movie is made up of about 500 troops, two tanks, six fighter jets and fifteen or so air craft carriers. The rest of the world’s armies don’t make an appearance even though the biggest thing to happen in history happens, but hey, there ain’t no lizard squattin’ on their toilets, eh?

Cranston’s son, played by that snotty fucker from Kickass, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, is an army bomb expert who cares more about showing off he knows about bombs than protecting his son and wife, whom he ditches quite early on. Most of the movie is Johnson running around various army camps looking for his wife and guys saying “nope, haven’t seen her”. Too bad for him that his wife and son live in San Francisco, which the monsters decide to destroy in the classic movie tradition of destroying San Francisco (Star Trek 2, Pacific Rim, X-Men 3, The Towering Inferno, Big Trouble In Little China and Mrs. Doubtfire). I guess every director in Hollywood is from San Diego.

“Sir, my concern is not whether God(zilla) is on our side; my greatest concern is to be on God(zilla)’s side, for God(zilla) is always right.”
– Abraham Lincoln

I know it’s stupid to point out stupid things in a movie about a monster bigger than the CN Tower, but some of this shit was too hard to ignore mostly because God doesn’t even fight until the very end. For example, Cranston’s bomb son travels from Iraq to San Francisco to Japan to Hawaii to Las Vegas to San Francisco in a span of like, 2 days and still manages to find time to save an Asian boy, jump off a bridge, jump out of a plane, blow up a monster nest and drive a boat before meeting up with the son we all forgot he had and the mother who ditched the son early on to find the dad. The movie could’ve been called The Parent Trap 3 and we wouldn’t have cared.

Godzilla looked pretty great onscreen, at least when you could see him through clouds and dirt, but his foes looked like the creatures of our children’s video games. All of their roars were on trend.

“Never trust anyone completely but God(zilla). Love people, but put your full trust only in God(zilla).”
– Lawrence Welk

Even though Godzilla isn’t supposed to be the monster version of a bomb, most of this movie is about bombs. In the end, the bomb expert couldn’t get this case off a bomb so they instead rely on Godzilla to eat the other monsters and then hopefully fuck off. I guess maybe he is supposed to represent a bomb.

Usually with these reviews I like the movie but put on a fake attitude about how dumb it was. This one was hard because I actually thought it was dumb. Everything you think would be good in this movie isn’t really in it including the top billed actors and Godzilla.

I saw Godzilla in 3D but I’d give this movie 1D and a “tighten the next one up, boys”. Before it I ate a burger and fries and didn’t have to get up once. The guy seated in front of me maintained maximum recline the whole film leading my long legs to feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t check my watch once but that was probably because I was wearing the one without the light.

Freak show review

Background:

The glennmacaulay.com offices needed a new instant coffee provider after our previous contract decided to quit the brown to get in on the noun (sock vending machines). As part of a very well-priced special promo offered by one of the majors, we got a modern new machine and a wide selection of bean cartridges, ranging in strength from Morning Sumatran Whisper to Black Stew. Spirits were high and our content team kicked into high gear,  fueled not only by coffee but by a tray of sour mini muffins we found under the old machine when they removed it. But, you know what they say: “if too good to be true, fuck you” and in this case, we were the “you”. I was horrified to find out that the sales rep failed to highlight some additional stipulations of the contract we signed, leaving us obligated to a) adopt a retired bean donkey and b) attend and promote a freak show sponsored by the brand.

I believe in contracts, handshakes and sex with other guy’s hideous, annoying 35 year old virgin daughters, so I wasn’t about to go apeshit and demand a re-sign, I’m classier than that. The donkey got here yesterday and is actually pretty good at eating spiders so he’s alright. I was really against the freak show review because it’s promoting something I don’t necessarily believe in but a deal’s a deal.

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Lisa, Jod and Esther having some fun out back with Gonzo, our old mule

Don’t think for a second that freak show reviews will become a regular feature here–I voiced my displeasure and was assured that the terms will be fulfilled as long as we mention the details of the tour and don’t slam it too much. I knew this would be a tough assignment for one of our staff writers because it’s hard to stay positive when you’re watching something so boring, so as editor-in-chief I took the bullet. Here is the review:


My cousin and I were super excited to check out The Maxwell House of Freaks X-Zone, currently engaged in a limited run at the Panasonic Theatre in downtown Toronto. After signing in and promising we wouldn’t throw pennies at the talent, we were pleasantly surprised to be greeted with a free sample of one of Maxwell House’s latest creations, a carbonated coffee called Uplift. After quickly downing the new drink we were directed to the toilets where a long line had already formed. Everyone in the washroom was mentioning how white and foamy their urine was, which I assume was the result of Toronto’s famous pollution and not the delicious drink we had consumed. We were seated by a lovely Colombian man named Nick who assured us that despite his ears that looked like mushrooms, he was not one of the freaks. After some female jugglers opened the show, the real freaks took to the stage, one-by-one. We saw the following acts:

Bearded Lady

What can I say, she had a beard. She wore a very nice designer-looking dress that contrasted well with her thick whiskers, but since you’re automatically drawn to her face, it’s likely that those in the crowd without an eye for the sartorial didn’t even notice. They should’ve introduced her as “The Ultimate Woman” then slowly raised the curtain so that by the time we get to her chin we’re ready to see a real bonker only to realize we’ve been looking at a dad with a bod.

Was the beard real? Looked like it. Was the Prada dress? HA! Not likely, judging by the lack of selection at the wine bar and amateurish lighting design.

Lion Man

I mean, he ate raw meat using an impressive pair of freshly bleached fangs, and he had a passable roar, but it didn’t bring anything new to the table. It’s like going to a restaurant called “PIZZA” then getting the pizza and it’s just fine, you know?

Doggie Boy

Doggie Boy was a highlight only beacuse he was cute, but I got six gerbils and a Polly Pocket orphanage set at home that fills that hole in my life so it’s not like I needed it. We were allowed to pet him after the show, which is one of the things this tour needs more of–interaction. The other is more aquatic-based freaks. The PR rep was unable to answer my questions regarding the availability of such acts, but I assume they get inserted into the lineup once the tour hits coastal cities.

Tiny Man

If you have a tiny man AND he’s the second last act on the show, he’d better be tiny. I’d seen a tiny man (billed as a volcano pygmy) at a decent freak luau on my honeymoon so my expectations were far higher than the couple seated beside us who absolutely fell in love with the little guy, remarking how he reminded them of a miniature Stephen LeDrew. He was reasonably tiny and did perform a great bit where he put a can of Pringles (obviously a sponsor, lion man’s tamer teased him with a pipe of dills) on his legs then did a sort of robot dance to a medley of funk songs.

Tall Man

I’m not positive, but I’m reasonably sure that Tall Man was Charles Gitonga Maina, star of The Air Up There. If it was then they definitely gave him some lifts beacuse the Charles Gitonga Maina I know isn’t eight foot five, based on the scale provided by the film’s promotional imagery:

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Our reviews tend to end with a recommendation and though I’m contractually obligated to recommend the show I will add that X-Men: Days of Future Past is in theaters this Friday.

The Maxwell House of Freaks X-Zone runs until September 14. To purchase tickets contact TicketBeaver at (567) 1-1-1-1-15 or email freaktickets@maxwellhouse.net.


Not only are we now able to enjoy our coffee in peace but the folks at Marvel Studios are  now obligated to send us a new salt lick for Gonzo because of that quick mention there at the end that I promised them. That’s why I’m the editor and you’re all just bankers or actors or whatever the hell it is that you do.

 

The Food Issue

 

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Most of us don’t remember the first time we tasted our mother’s milk, but we likely do remember the first time we tried her famous Sweaty Banana Chili. This is why we’ve decided to release this year’s Food Issue a touch early to coincide with Mother’s Day, giving you a little treat to reduce the stress of worrying if your mom is better than your peers’. And to our readers who are mothers–you are truly special not only today, but on your birthday and kind of on Christmas depending on how many presents you get compared to your husband.

Our mothers give us life initially, but food takes us home the rest of the way with its nourishment and vitamins, so let this issue be a celebration of our old and new mothers, whether it’s Dianne, carrots, Nancy or a stick of pepperoni. Anyway, lots of tips, news and a few jokes sprinkled in–hope you brought your appetite!

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Recipe of the Year

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Between owning and operating The Eating Basement in Manhattan, authoring my series of cookbooks (Musty Favourites) AND being a full-time mom to six boys and our weasel, I still find time to contribute to the Food Issue every year. I’m proud of all my creations, especially Paul, my fifth child and the following recipe! It’s been a staple on my menus for years and was the most parodied recipe in comedy this season. Get your kids to help you out, use their noses to measure the salt, they’ll love it!

Carpet Tacos

1 lb Ground Scraps
2 pinches of any flake
A handful of crunchers
1 large carpet cut into meal-sized diamonds
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Six Episodes of M*A*S*H
Half a bottle of Spiced Rum
2 nostrils of salt

Combine all ingredients in your basement’s wash basin, stir until thick, serve in carpet squares and smother with love, this is cooking not high school, have fun! Eat while watching M*A*S*H, saving your puke for the series finale.


How To Get Your Picky Child To Eat Your Trash

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Getting your child to eat his or its dinner is a difficult, yet feasible task, but most moms find it next to impossible to get the little ones to orally dispose of household wastes. I was ten before my father was able to convince me of the fun, nutrition and environmental advantages that come with digesting trash and we have such a good relationship that he still allows me store coins in his belly button. Here are my tips to make garbage time as easy and as fun as burying the used toilet paper in the backyard!

1. Start early

Most kids don’t eat their garbage because of the smell, so be sure to introduce various funks to them early on. My husband started bringing our second daughter into the restroom with him as soon as she was able to sniff, and we found that his sour BMs were a gateway to her not minding the smell of expired tuna, which is now one of her favourite treats.

2. Cover everything in milk

Since we don’t believe in cereal–it reminds us of petrified soup–we use breakfast time as means to get rid of the previous night’s refuse. One morning my husband served my son a bowl of past due fried rice drenched in sour milk, creating a breakfast treat that the kids simply couldn’t get enough of, even though it took a few tries before they could eat it without vomiting. By forcing them to ingest their vomit, the taste of old rice and milk seemed downright scrumptious in comparison and our garbage bill was quickly reduced.

3. Don’t let them watch TV

Television is full of advertisements that make children believe that a lifestyle full of new food is the only reasonable path. We consider it brainwashing so instead of television we’ll take our kids to the dump, allowing them to create a meal of their own.

4. Avoid old newspapers

We’re all for rewarding our children but since there is no nutritional value in old newspapers, we do not let our kids consume them unless they’ve soaked up the juices of an old piece of meat.


Modern Super Health Foods

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Eat any combination of these foods and your blood will turn into pure muscle, guaranteed. I spoke with six scientists, three teenagers, a strongman and a really annoying farmer to come up with these.

Coffee filtered through micro-fleece

I came up with this one myself when I realized that those who I respect most in this world wear micro-fleece during winter months. To me, it was no coincidence– they had to be getting some of their power and wealth from the garment and not hard work and gems as my father had assured me. I simply put two and two together and ever since starting my mornings off with a fleece coffee, I still haven’t got cancer unless the wart inside my throat is that.

Whole trees

If trees are so powerful and worth protecting then they must be healthy. Last year, the old maple in my backyard fed me for an entire year and my skin has never been more translucent. I went for a check up with Dr. Video last in April and she said I was her prized patient because she could see my heart by shining a flashlight on my chest.

Human oil

There’s no easy way to extract oils from a human but if you find enough teenagers willing to rub their faces onto you for a beer and dart, your face will be shiny in no time.


Brand new Kitchen tech

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By Nancy Instead

Mothers are known for their excellent cooking skills and use of classic kitchen implements like wooden spoons and bread. If you give your mother one of the following new gadgets for Mother’s Day, she’ll think she’s on the set of Spaceballs and not in her own kitchen.

Swiss Army Things

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This baby holds all your kitchen tools and also includes a two foot blade suitable for filleting large mammals.

Talking Toaster

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My favourite feature is the attitude adjuster, which allows you to select attitudes from “Jeremy your bread has been toasted” to “Get this hot shit out of me, I’m boiling”

Portable Microwave

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Heat your meals quickly and discreetly while on the go! Plug the provided headset into the machine and that classic microwave hum will be audible to you and you only, making it perfect for use in the library or at a funeral.

 

Detective Glenn in “Bad Ads”

Detective Glenn is a series of modern detective stories set in our modern, digital world. 

I  was hired to solve the Coffee Street murders by some dame who obviously did it and was trying to throw the copsters off the scent, which smelled of beans ‘n bleeds. Since I charge by the Tuesday, I wanted to milk the case for a few days before collectin’ a wad of government-issued two-siders, cuttin’ the pips  and handin’ her over to the latest Dave in charge over at the 81st Precinct. This gave me some free time to solve another X-File, so I checked the note on my mobile titled “No Rush” that contains such cases and asked my salamander to lick the one I should tackle. Let’s take a look at what she tasted:

Case #: 00000P

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Date: Best date is my birthday, April 8
Time: I’ve been likin’ six o’clock lately
Weather: I’d rather be surprised

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I recall snapping a screenshot of the above when I was on my way to see if a cobbler could fix a baseball mitt. It was one of them suggested advertisements, real pervy stuff, as if the computer lifted its shirt and showed me hair and contours I wasn’t comfortable with, while assuming I’d want to take it home and fix it roast beef. I wanted to know more, and to do so I’d have to use every instinct and sense I’d obtained after dominating a poker game against a wizard, a warlock and plastic surgeon.

I only had the time and patience to examine three of the b’ads and besides, there’s no mystery in the health benefits of sardines, just ask an otter.

Exhibit B (Exhibit A was my breakfast, for tax purposes)

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What’s the game here, sister? I’m only seein’ six foods and three of ’em are sausages. The other three are hot peppers, wine and cardboard, and I ain’t chewed on board since I got my first molar. And “never” is a strong term, don’t you think? You’ll be thanking John Q. Sausage when you run out of fresh meat out on the trail and you can’t catch any more because you gifted your rabbit snare to a wood nymph so she can tie her green hair back.

If I were Polish-Italian, I would take this to mean that I’m not allowed to eat anything, leading me to conclude that “Diet Insider” is really the Icelandic government because to the best of my knowledge, they’re the only country in the world without an official national sausage unless you count fuckin’ sand pie. Not sure why they targeted me on this one, I’m pure Canadian steel, but we’ll save that mystery for another day. One down, two to go.

Exhibit C

barkad

I’ve come across a lot of tricksters in my time as both a gumshoe and a Major League Baseball umpire, so I can spot one a mile away–this one was so visible I could use backwards binoculars to spot it.

The source is “Truth About Abs”, abs being a trendy body area in the spirit of past classics like beauty marks and firm lobes, but what is it trying to tell me? Will the use of tree bark and/or cinnamon fight carbs and lower blood sugar, leading me to a fresh box of a baker’s dozen abs? I’m in as long as having abs means my guts are better protected because I once took a volleyball to the breadbasket and my butt went soft serve for two weeks.

Look at the emphasis on the word “FIGHT”. They’re after bulldogs and though they came to the right place when knockin’ on my door, I still ain’t slatherin’ their crackers with jam unless I know they got the ears to match the muffs, know what I mean? In conclusion, “Truth About Abs” is actually a branch of the Icelandic government, looking to recruit cheap, strong labour to harvest their beautiful but deadly cinnamon forests.

Exhibit Z (the last one is always ‘z’, no matter what)

bridgead

I haven’t stepped foot in Uncle Sam’s saloon for years, but if this is what one of their saddest states looks like then book me a one way ticket! The source is “The Fiscal Times” and yet to me, that looks like a very well-maintained bridge and a well-pruned valley, the sign of a fiscally-responsible government. If The Fiscal Times was lookin’ to take down ten of the fifty then they should’ve shown the worst toilets because I’ve seen quakers leave town after one look at a cookie crumb on an otherwise sparkling State House bidet. I’m thinkin’ this is a ploy by the Icelanders to scare us Upper Americans into immigrating to their chunk. Case closed.

Detective Glenn will return in The Case of The Unusual Analytic

Garbage Brags

This is a new feature aimed at getting me a quick and easy book deal, so please share the fuckin shit out of it and if you know any publishers, slip it into their coffee. I’ve organized this web-based demo in the style of a book but I left out the forward–written by Kim Mitchell’s lyricist, Pye Dubois– in case you try to pirate it.

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Chapter 1: Food for NOT

I make my own fruit out of old vegetable skins and yogurt
I know the owner of a Quizno’s franchise
I’ve never tried a pickle that isn’t Bick’s
I planted some gum in the desert and watered it with moisturizer
The bar I go to serves martinis in canteens
I deep fry my cereal
My vegetable garden is bigger than my bed

Chapter 2: Material OBSESSIONS

I keep my Wite-Out in a humidor
I don’t have a bank account but I collect money
My mobile phone case has a “No Trespassing” sign on it
I got balloons for Christmas
I have a necktie with pictures of bullets on it
I’ve never lied about where I buy my funky glasses

Chapter 3: Smarty RANTS

My wi-fi network is named after my beautiful, dead grandmother
I say “swish” every time my printer prints a page
I can stop my hair from growing if I keep magnets in my shirt pocket
I can’t solve a Rubik’s Cube but I do make art out of them

Chapter 4: Family TREASONS

My brother is the guy at the mall selling ice cream cones filled with porridge
My father’s name is Kent
My cat knows how to piss outside
I convinced my sister to become a comedienne

Chapter 5: Pop TORTURE

I saw Jack The Bear in theaters
I made a meme about Tom Sawyer being rude
When you search Google for “lenny kravitz american woman guitar tab”, the one I made is listed third
My last electricity bill is autographed by Denis Leary
I can perform two of the stunts from the film Dutch