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Dear Gwen,Your present will be a few days late this year. But it will be great. I promise.

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Home Renovations, Season 1, Episode 2.By now you're no doubt thinking, "Oh, please dispense with the hyperbole. Could your deck really have been so bad that you needed to do a complete overhaul of it? Safety hazard? Seriously? Death trap? For real? Sting? Conclusively?" If you don't believe it, then here's the hard, photographic evidence:See? Told you so; you could fit a small child in there! In

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Home Renovations, Season 1, Episode 1.Is is just in my imagination, or does Mike Holmes, star of the HGTV's Holmes On Homes renovation show look suspiciously like Gordon Sumner, aka Sting, of this year's unbelievably lame Police reunion tour? Sure Holmes is a far beefier, less shit-talking, more overalls-wearing version of the renowned tantric practitioner, but I definitely see a resemblance.

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...but could you tell me where is the best place in town to be spotted acting suspiciously? Thanks!

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Looking very good.

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Today is International Grow A Moustache Day!Freddie Mercury: born Farrokh Bulsara, Sept. 5, 1946.

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Happy Victoria Day everybody!Sincerely,The Lads.

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I suppose you're wondering why we brought you here. Frankly, we've been worried about you lately. It's gone beyond just being "social", it's developed into a serious issue. All of your friends really care about you, and that's why we feel it's time for an intervention. Scrapperton, we want you to admit that you have a problem.

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When I check my own blog, all I get is a page saying that I don't have permission to view the page. That it is Forbidden. Clearly, somebody is trying to stop the truth/untruths from getting out there.I must be on to something. Something big.

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Okay, so you all know that I generally don't get involved in political debates on this web publication of mine, but I feel that not all of the facts are being accurately represented in the media. So please indulge me while I get serious for a minute and explain my position.I'm talking about the seal hunt. Yes, we know that people's livelihoods depend on it. We also know that clubbing them with...

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Since he asked so nicely, here's a picture of David M Cieplinski:

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I don't understand it. I was so sure that these would just fly off the shelves!

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The Weather!Check it out!

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After recovering from a fair-to-middling episode of the Simpsons and a laugh-out-loud-maybe-twice episode of The Family Guy this past weekend, I was delighted that there is a new comedy show airing on Sunday nights. It's the Sunday night news on WUHF TV, the Rochester, NY affiliate for Fox. It's amazing. The weather report is gold.For starters, in a half-hour show, they present to you the weather

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Saturday, it ws the ill-advised decision to have a breakfast wrap (a whole lot of scrambled egg, plus cheese and salsa thrown into a tortilla shell) and later on a few rich hors d'oeuvres and some wine of dubious origin labelled "Vat No. 4".On Sunday, it was the unwise purchase of a medium-sized Reese Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen.All this adds up to on-going stomach queeziness. I

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Remember when you first heard Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl and you thought "yeah, not bad I guess." And then you heard lool's remix and you not only thought, but actually said out loud, "holy, that shizznit is offa tha hook!" If I recall correctly, it became the dance hit of the summer. And I always recall things correctly. And let's not even talk about the mass hysteria that would have ensued

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I love them even more than the British music press circa 1994 does!Coming soon, an actual post!

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Happy Birthday, Gwen Stefani of No Doubt!Note to Tommy Lee and Ashlee Simpson: I have no love for you. Neve Campbell, you can come over for tea sometime if you want.

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I grew up thinking that Rainbow Valley was pretty much the best place on earth. It was something that I always looked forward to when visiting PEI in the summer; with waterslides, a petting zoo and swan boats, how could you go wrong?Those of you who follow CBC news reports probably already know that Rainbow has closed its gate for the final time this fall. The owner is getting old, and has

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It's almost September. Do you know what that means?Poisonous Berry Season is almost here!!!

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Death By Nostalgia is on tour! Check out our tour blog HERE.

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Hmmm. Do I have a secret admirer? I spent much of the evening across the street at Casa de Pennell, where there was a post show party of sorts. Good times were had. When I finally ended up returning to the ranch, I find flowers on my porch:So they were probably from my next door neighbour Brad's bush in his front yard. Still, they coudln't have just accidentally landed on my stairs. And I don't

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Today's mystery involves a suspicious tin sitting on my office-mate's desk. It's not some weird military secret, I know that much. It's about two inches high, and about six inches in diameter. It has a fancy lable, on which is written "Cou de Canard Farci."Don't worry. I know enough French to know what that means. The mystery is not what's inside the can; what I don't understand is why in frink

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Here's a scientistic research experiment from the vault. It's no secret that I like cheese. In fact, I have even invented a new category of vegetarianism to describe myself: I hereby proclaim me a Chegan! That means that except for my unabashed love of CHEese, I'm completely veGAN. It also means that occasionally I CHEat. Incidentally, I also like Montreal style bagels (I know, they have eggs in

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Last time on True Not True, we revealed the truth that dentists don't want you to know. It has garnered much attention in the mainstream media, despite attempts from concerned parties to keep this story under wraps.Today, more revelations. Findings that can only be described using four syllable words like phenomenal, or exceptional, or transcendental, or fingerlicking. These discoveries will

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Dentists have been warning of the adverse effects of soft drinks on people's teeth for years. The sugar and additives in cola will cause rot and strip the enamel right off your teeth, they warn. Meanwhile, doctors and dentists alike have been recommending people drink large amounts of water during the day. It's healthy, it won't damage your teeth, it's good for your body. Or so they claim.I'm

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Hypothesis: Placing a metal nail in Coca-Cola will cause the nail to dissolve.Methods: We took four identical nails, measured the width of the nails and placed them in four different glass mason jars. In one of the jars, we poured Coca-Cola. In the next jar, Pepsi. Jar number three, Life Brand Cola (rumour has it Life is identical to President's Choice.). In the final jar, plain unfiltered tap

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I'm back. Why the delay you ask? Easy. I've been busy.And not just any kind of busy, but True Not True related capers and adventures busy. For starters, I'm back in the mystery solving business.It all started last Christmas. Agent Kondukt and her partner in crime, Baron Von Mattreid, gave me an awesome Detective Kit. This is the picture on the cover:That's me holding the very real and functional

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Here's my work schedule for this week:Mon: 9:00 - 17:00Tues: 9:00 - 17:00Wed: 9:00 - 17:00Thurs: 9:00 - 17:00Fri: Stat. HolidaySat: offSun: offYes, I'm making fun of somebody. I kid because I love. Real update soon. Maybe more than one (Big news developing!)

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I rarely do any kind of shameless self promotion on this site, but in this case I'm prepared to make an exception:It's going to be awesome. The Stolen Minks are hella tight these days, Esten will be bringing all the hip tunes (you may know him from Indie-Rock Dance Night and 1/2 of Yugo), and DBN will be ripping it up in our usual style.and And AND:My plan is to bring home-made cookies for all to

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Greetings. This is the first in what I hope will be an ongoing series of fashion spreads here at T ! T. I'm going to start things off with a new trend that will surely take off in the next few months. Presenting....Swiss Army Pants. Durable, stylish, all cotton, made by the makers of the original swiss army watch. You will feel just as comfortable on the battlefield as on the dancefloor.

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(by the way, anyone know how to pronounce "pwned"?) It all started with a remark on halifaxlocals. Then it spiraled out of control. Soon I was immersed in a pointless flame war, the likes of which I haven't been involved in since my days on sloannet. And now, there's a song about me.

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Every so often, an opportunity arises that I just have to take advantage of, or I will regret it for years to come. Last Saturday night was just such an occasion. I had a friend with two free tickets to the Tour Tech Aids Benefit in Burnside. Free is something of a misnomer, because I think all of the tickets are free, but then they make you pay $25 at the compulsory coat check. Tour Tech is a

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It appears I'm using all my best material elsewhere. That's a shame. This is supposed to be my primary creative outlet for writing. And now look. No post in weeks. And to make matters worse, I'm just using recycled material for this post. Here's a post that I made on Halifaxlocals outlining my "favourite" TV show characters. I'm a child of the 80's apparently. So for those of you who haven't yet

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Baby, if you've ever wondered, wondered whatever became of me. It has something to do with me putting together a Christmas album at the last minute. It will be sweet, trust me. Also, if you haven't already spotted it yet, I'm co-owner of another blog, Rancho Relaxo. It's all about me and my cohabitants at Northwood Ranch. Unlike this one, everything that gets printed there is more or less true.

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If you're wondering what to buy me for Christmas, one of those milk-shooting laser guns is pretty high on my list: Oh, and an anthropomorphic cow would be nice too. I wonder how she refills her laser milk gun?

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Now that I'm back from my little adventure, I can reveal certain details of my mission. One of the primary reasons for going to Toronto was so that I could stand underneath the Ontario College of Art and Design building. Stand and point. And laugh. I can only assume that pointing and laughing by the masses was the primary goal of the building's designer, and I was only too happy to oblige.

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Oh fake blog, how I've been ignoring thee. Things have been pretty hectic and more than a little bit dire around here lately. For starters, my sidekick's been gone for a week, and still no suitable full-time replacement. At least he went out on a high note though; he singlehandedly found my work ID badge. Of course I think he was singlehandedly responsible for its disappearance, but let's not be

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Okay. I’m no better at writing lyrics after one week of trying to come up with something than I ever was. Grrr. However, I did find out that I’m rather adept at doing second-rate ripoffs of other songwriters’ styles. For example: Les Savy Fav-style lyrics in the form of “the _____ is _____ ”: The chairs are knocked down And the table’s upturned The flames they were doused But the fires still

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This will likely be my only post this week. I've been ordered to complete a song for one of the bands I'm in, and it's probably going to take all my creative energies just to get it done by the weekend. Plus band practice for the other band because we have a show on Saturday. Writing the music is the easy part, it's the lyrics that are going to cause me grief. Past attempts at song lyrics have

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Yesterday we threw a retirement party/going away party for Tigger/Tenderfoot. Here’s a picture of some of the festivities: It turns out that the celebrations may have been a bit premature, as Tiggs has decided to stick around a little bit longer. That’s okay, it just means we get to throw another party. It’s also good because I still haven’t found an official sidekick to replace him. And

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My trip to DC could have been worse. I could have been questioned by the FBI, and then been arrested for eating candy in a subway station. That cinches it. Next time I'm in Washington, to hell with their tourist attractions, mass transit systems, and Hoover buildings. I'm just going to see if I can find Dischord records, make friends with Ian MacKaye, and hang out with some of the city's more

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So far Tenderfoot and I have solved one case, “The Mystery of the Disappearing Lawnmower.” Late yesterday evening, Ms. Henderson discovered her lawnmower was missing from her back yard. After a thorough investigation, I discovered that her neighbor, Mr. Manley, had borrowed it to trim the patch of grass around his hydrangea a few days ago, and had forgotten to return it. Mr. Manley regretted the

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I've decided to devote my life to solving mysteries. Not necessarily crimes per se, but mysteries. Like, investigating haunted houses, finding out where the hidden pirates gold is. Of course inevitably there will be crimes to solve, and jewel thieves and pirates to bring to justice, but that won't be the main goal behind my investigatorial services. Nope. The main reason is that I really want to

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This past week a friend of mine asked if she could move in to my place. I already have one roommate, and I wasn't really looking for a second, but I'm starting to think this could work out. But, we'd have to lay some ground rules. For starters, I'd have to start making horny remarks around my roommates, and chase them around the living room in a playful manner. But in reality, I would never get

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Hearing that Yusuf Islam (aka Cat Stevens) was denied entry into the United States because of—uh, why was that again?—anyway, it got me thinking again about my recent run-in with the FBI and the possible ramifications if I ever try to cross the border again. I figure it’s a good idea to document it anyway, because it makes for a somewhat amusing story, and now if people ask, I can just say “read

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Last year my band Death By Nostalgia opened for Les Savy Fav. The coolest part about the whole experience was that LSF’s lead singer Tim Harrington stood by the stage and watched our entire set. Regardless of whether he was actually into it or just being polite, Tim’s a class act. It happens so many times that the star headlining band disappears for the opening bands—presumably to read passages

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Last weekend I learned that vegetarians shouldn’t be in charge of lighting barbeques. I also learned that when I invite people over for parties, I really should spend at least part of the day preparing for it, rather than heading off to go surfing for the entire afternoon. On second thought, forget it. How many more times will I have the chance to go surfing this year? Still, I felt kind of bad

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Breakfast was a new delight this morning. Last week I was feeling down because blueberry season was over. For three glorious weeks in Nova Scotia, you can buy five pounds of blueberries for a paltry $10 at the SuperStore. Think about it. Usually you have to pay about $4 for just over a pound of frozen berries. Those three weeks are close to heaven (true heaven would involve some sort of never

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All evening all I could think about was having more nightshade berries. Eating popcorn at the movies was good, but nothing like my little minifigs. And the sushi we had afterwards was okay, but it was the sweet, juicy and dangerous that my palate was craving. When I got home I discovered a dead pidgeon by the garden. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence and had nothing to do with the fact that I

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This afternoon while hanging out some laundry I discovered that some of the nightshade berries had ripened. Black and dangerous, yet compelling. Something about them was drawing me closer. I picked a couple and held them in my hand. My roommate Wendy looked on horrified as I popped one into my mouth. I figured one little berry wouldn’t kill me. It probably wouldn’t even hurt me. I bet it’s like

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This spring I planted a vegetable garden in my back yard, just like the last two years. I’ve never had huge luck with the garden, there’s too much shade in the back yard to ever have a bumper crop. But there’s still something satisfying about seeing little sprouts magically come up from the dirt, blossom, grow little beans and peas. So it’s worth it, even if I only get a few good feeds from my

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