The problem with the movie 'The Golden Child' is they rushed the ending. You can't help but notice how shoddily they edited the last 15 minutes of the movie.

Let's cut through the crapola here. Does anyone really buy this sob story that Taylor Swift has boy trouble? For Christ sake she's gorgeous, sweet and self aware. What non-gay man could resist that?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Who all thinks we should start referring to Dion Phaneuf as 'Number Two'?

I went to a store I'd never been to before last night. I get the flyers in my mail and usually I throw them out. But there was something on the front page of the last one that caught my eye so I kept it. I pondered the purchase for a few days before going to the place.

The store was: Bianca Amor's Liquidation Supercentre.

Oh my GAWD was that a freak show. It was dark, so I didn't notice it driving up, but when you get to the entrance, its hard to not notice the plywood over some of the windows. Plywood. That was the first indication but you step through the door and its like immediate culture shock.

I thought maybe I'd stepped through a dimensional portal, and somehow ended up on the streets of Calcutta. The clutter than infested the place was just like a hundred movies you've seen about the congestion in India. There was just stuff . . . everywhere.

And not neatly, like you'd expect from a store. There was a box here, a box there. What made it worse is that this was obviously someone's idea of neat and orderly but it was just so . . . wrong on a variety of levels. I keep talking in similes but I felt like I'd wandered into a small town flea market. 37 year old merchandise lined up haphazardly into a vague resemblance of order, marked down drastically to make you think you were getting a bargain.

The lone cashier had a name tag made up with a Jiffy marker.

The /supervisor/ slouched back in a broken office chair, yawning loudly and frankly didn't seem to care if the store was open or closed.

The aisles were labelled with poster board and more Jiffy marker lettering.

The cash-out area was more plywood across saw horses.

You couldn't find a god damn thing in this unholy mess. I was desperate to leave but still wanted my $4 boxing gloves. Which, I suppose, is what draws anyone to this type of ungodly hell hole. Yes, its a living nightmare but you can get something cheap.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't know how you could work there. Which probably explains why I sign on the entrance offered $15 an hour to start. You'd go mad if you stayed any length of time.

I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert on Monday night. A lot could be said about how freakin' awesome that was. The show was great. The music was amazing but the lighting was beyond words. They did stuff with lights and screens that I couldn't believe. They rendered this image of a swamp at dusk, with water rippling; it was amazing.

I say all of that but unfortunately the enduring image in my head is from the opening act. Which would be unusual, because who remembers the opening band? Its been said before that I don't like to swear (too much) on my blog but,

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!

First of all, I think 'The Bug' was actually just the DJ. At least that's the assumption that I've made. The skid mark was constantly sampling from his collection of 'world's most annoying sounds'. You wouldn't think there would be that many awful sounds, or that someone would take the time to compile them all in one place. Nevertheless, The Bug had the full collection, and I'm pretty sure he played them all for us. Twice. At full volume. With over-the-top amounts of bass. For Christ sake, the damn curtains were waving!

And can someone explain to me who the fuck that person singing was? I think The Bug was the DJ but was the person doing the singing just some drunk bastard that stumbled onto the stage? Christ was that annoying! I made a joke about The Bug being reggae rap; who knew I'd be so damn close! I was not in the mood for rastafarian rapping; leastways some that made no fucking sense.

I'm not usually one that campaigns for decency. I'm usually a pretty offensive person myself. But I can honestly say that I was hoping the police would step in, and put a stop to The Bug's performance, when that Jamaican poser started screaming about 'hardcore'. The only saving grace was that it was dark as ass in there during The Bug's show. I think I'd have gone dead inside if I could have made out what she was doing on stage, while she screamed at the top of her lungs about wanting it 'hardcore'.

I can sum up tonight's trip to the grocery store in one sentence:

Where in the HELL are the god damn bacon bits!?!

It never ceases to amaze me how utterly selfish people are.

I'm standing around with nothing to do at the Blades game tonight. It was early; there was no one interested in beer yet. This women is standing by concession stand, eating something that I could not identify. I'm guessing a sandwich of some kind. A tomato falls out of it.

Its not like she didn't notice. She looked down at it on the ground. But she looked down, seemed to make the decision that it was not her problem, and walked away.

Come on! I'm not saying you have to eat the damn thing but at least pick it up. People drop fries and popcorn all the time. I'll let that slide, although its still a bit on the rude side. But a whole freakin' slice of tomato? That's gross.

FYI . . .

Being 'backstage' at a concert sounds exciting until its a Kenny Rogers concert at which you find yourself backstage.

Not a lot goes on backstage at a Kenny Rogers concert. If it had been a little less dim, I'd have probably seen the tumbleweeds.

Things That Piss Me Off:

What the hell is wrong with people that come to the HOCKEY rink and complain about the selection of alcohol? Its the damn hockey arena! We're not gonna have a 96 variety selection of your supposed 'top-shelf' alcohol to choose from. So what if the damn vodka is Alberta Spring? To your unsophisticated palate, vodka is vodka.

Idiots.

Its not a perfect match but bear with me as you make your evaluation. If you study him doesn't Michael Phelps, the guy that won 8 medals at the recent Beijing Olympics, look a little like Screech from Saved By The Bell?

Blog Question Of The Day:

If you had written code for Windows Vista, would you put that on your resume?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Is there anywhere in, or around, Saskatoon where you can take a good picture of the city at night?

If someone could set me up with Nicole Biggins from the Morning Mash-Up, I would appreciate it.

Thank you.

I am logging on to take this opportunity to tell everyone that it is categorically impossible to wear a beret, and look good.

Thank you, and good night.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Does a female rock band have groupies?

And if so, are they still female?

Blog Question Of The Day:

How long is the average Facebook session?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Do they shoot porn movies on the weekend?

Am I weird? I know she's good looking but Megan Fox doesn't do it for me. I can't figure out what all the fuss is about.

Blog Question Of The Day:

What is the stupidest idea I've ever had?

Here's what I don't get.

Its not like the instructions are that hard to follow. When the airline representative comes on the mic to announce pre-boarding, they are very explicit about to whom this applies.

- People with children
- Children flying alone
- anyone that needs extra time getting on board the plane.

Why is this so hard for people to understand? About every fourth or fifth flight you'll see this phenomenon. They announce 'pre-boarding' and all of sudden everyone jumps up and runs to get in line to get on the plane. Its pre-boarding! You idiots are just impatient, not infirm. Meanwhile there's people with toddlers and old people that can barely hobble getting trampled by impatient, rude assholes that just want to get on the plane and start reading their Globe and Mail.

Idiots!