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Seeing the litany of “Best of 2008″ lists, articles, and mix cd’s that we’ve all been bombed with over the last couple of weeks; I figured it was my turn to spit out a couple myself.  Before we get down and dirty, “Paper Planes” was released in 2007.  Let’s be clear about this, you likely heard that song for the first time when you saw the trailer for Pineapple Express (which is by the way, a steaming pile of shit).

If I can stop drinking and eating turkey for a day or two then I’ll list my top 10 albums of 2008, but for now here is my very own mix cd of favorite tracks of ’08;

  1. Do I Miss My Friends – Cadence Weapon
  2. War On Machines – Blitzen Trapper
  3. The Tears of Music and Love – Deerhoof
  4. Junkeee… Julieee… – Blood On The Wall
  5. Soldier’s Grin – Wolf Parade
  6. Jodi – The Dodos
  7. Golden Age – TV on the Radio
  8. Elmo Delmo – Stephen Malkmus
  9. Nothing Ever Happened – Deerhunter
  10. The Kramer – Wale
  11. Sabali – Amadou & Mariam
  12. The Shedding Path – The Lord Dog Bird
  13. Feedback in the Field – Plants and Animals
  14. Furr – Blitzen Trapper
  15. The Rip – Portishead
  16. White Winter Hymnal – Fleet Foxes
  17. Constructive Summer – The Hold Steady

Notables: I thought The Walkmen’s single “In The New Year” was a great song but I had to exclude it.  Not since the Counting Crows released “A Long December” in 1997 was a band nefarious enough to reference the “New Year” in song (Death Cab For Cutie did it too, but they’re pussies).  I hate the fucking Counting Crows, they suck cuz they’re stupid.  Maybe this year will be better than the last.

Happy New Year to you, the reader.  Shout outs to everyone I saw over the holidays in New Glasgow, Nova Scotia.  You are my best friends… if I pissed you off or offended you at least it was funny.

SL

Like, OMG you guys!  Leah Miller was like named Canada’s smartest star.  Did I say smartest?  Like whoopsy! I meant sexiest.

This announcement came on Wednesday’s shit-tastic episode of So You Think You Can Dance Canada. My girl watches it, that’s how I know this.  That’s a good thing, because I can’t find this bit of news anywhere else, and I’m protesting.  Princess Leah isn’t even Canada’s bustiest TV host let alone our sexiest.  Aliya-Jasmine Sovani of MTV has twice the guns, a killer sense of humor, and no link to my doppelganger; Dallas Green.

I don’t know who Canada’s sexiest star is, I’m pretty sure it’s not this girl; also quite positive that it’s not Tanya Kim either.  Wait, why does Canada’s sexiest star need to be a woman?

Oh, that’s right… TITS!

SL

I know, I know, Ted Rogers passed away.  I shouldn’t make derogatory remarks about a dead man, so I’ll try my best.

rogersUncle Ted purchased the Toronto Blue Jays in September 2000.  I always thought of Teddy as more of country club kind of guy myself, but nothing could stop daddy big-bucks from foraying into baseball and eventually slapping his name up on the spaceship of a stadium we all still refer to as The Skydome.  Joking aside, Ted Rogers rescued the Jays from drifting into an Expos-esque obscurity and opened up the pocket books just enough to tease the fan-base.

Ted had money.  Lots of money.  It was never enough though, his communications (monopoly) company routinely had to cut into my livelihood as a stay-at-home publisher and ding me for “excessive” Internet usage charges month after month.  If you look beyond the shitty customer service that Rogers provided, or the “basic” cable package that just manages to cut off before TSN, or the mysterious $250 charges that pop-up from time to time, then you could say they offered a quality product.  Horse-shit!

I wonder if they teach this technique at the Ted Rogers School of Management at Ryerson University; conducting lay-offs the day your CEO dies so no one fucking notices.  You sons of bitches.

I would like to express my condolences to the family of Ted Rogers.  Death is never easy to deal with, and I bet it’s even more difficult when it involves someone that touched the homes of so many like Ted did.  Mr. Rogers was a model of success, although he had a leg up on the competition having attended the best private schools, and he was a member of the Sigma Chi Fraternity (I didn’t know we had frat houses in Canada).  Ted Rogers never failed at anything, which is ironic considering that in the end his heart did.  I’m just surprised he even had one.

In related news; Galen Weston is a cock.

SL

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