TEA & TWO SLICES: On Richard Branson’s Creepy Blog And Ryry’s Ultimate Bodega
by Sean Orr | Eyewitness video shows victim Paul Boyd crawling before he was shot by police. I can’t really say much about this because when I see it I just know that it could have been me.
Branson and Monteith bring star power to the Project Limelight Society – a theatre experience to at-risk youth. This is going to be really hard to make fun of because it’s a great thing, but here goes:
“He was a 19-year-old teenager going down “a very dark path”. “I was literally walking from the London Drugs with bags of groceries at a loose end in my life, a real transitional phase, looking for the next thing to do. I didn’t know what that was…”
I was in a pretty dark place last Sunday, too, when I went to London Drugs to buy a case of meal replacement drinks.
Branson also gets bonus points for this: Richard Branson writes creepy blog about BC Premier Christy Clark. Me too, buddy. Me too.
Does B.C. Conservative MLA John van Dongen hate families? I don’t know about van Dongen, but I hate families. They all smell like sour milk, dress too brightly, and traipse around farting and taking up too much space. Ok, not really, but I hate that “families” are used by politicians to pass all sorts of silly, shallow initiatives. Like, for example, Family Day.
Which leads us to the tweet of the day, c/o BC Ferrys: “New Family day holiday starts next Feb! On that day, no traveling w/us unless you bring a family. But not your own family.”
Federal Conservatives prove equally skilled at patronage. “A spokesman for Harper’s office had the audacity to claim that each and every one of the appointments was earned on merit and that everyone was qualified. Bosh.” Bosh! I’m going to say that all the time now. Like at parties and such. Or to my parents.
Nothing happened on the way to the Forum: 20 Urban Thinkers on Urban Reform. I’m an urban thinker. Why didn’t I go? Oh right, because Sam Sullivan makes my skin fucking crawl.
Speaking of snakeheads, ‘Stowaway’ snails alarm scientists. Apparently they speak Russian, wear tracksuits, congregate in dark underground clubs, and do MDMA until 7 in the morning.
Bonus: Ryry’s Ultimate Bodega Opening Party. At Scott Hawthorn’s Parking Spot, 8 E Cordova.