Monday, October 01, 2007

Weekend Reviews

I think Kaydi put it best when she said that Nuit Blanche, the Scotiabank sponsored free all-night contemporary art thing (their phraseology, not mine), is "just a city-wide, corporation-endorsed pub crawl."


I'd have to agree. I'm sorry, but a yarn shop teaching people to make yarn pom-poms for a massive "pom-pom exchange" is not art. And I don't do line-ups. End of story.

The Clothing Show was also a bust, apart from this silk-screened t-shirt featuring my house! (For real. That's the eaves of my new place in the upper right hand corner above the streetcar.) It was basically a bunch of designers who figured it was a good opportunity to get rid of last season's stock. Annoying. It's a good thing I used my student press pass to get in for free. (I pay $6000 in tuition fees a year for this press pass. I might as well put it to good use.)

In other news, Carla (our loyal and hard-working EIC) informed us today that she has created an "RRJ* Breakdown Meter." I didn't get to grill her for details about what warrants a code red on the meter, because immediately after this annoucement, everyone started trying to one-up each other on how many times in a period of one day they had cried at school so far this year. (I think Rebecca took the prize because she has already cried 3 times in one day.)

It's only October 1st.

I, on the otherhand, am basing my RRJ/McClung's Breakdown Meter on my health. Pinkeye is only like a code yellow. I'm scared to find out what code red is.


Because I know you guys can't get enough of the pink eye photos. (Check out how swollen my right eye was--you can tell because it's waaaaay smaller than my left eye in this photo. Hilarious. But only in retrospect.)


Due to the pink eye, I also had to wear my glasses out for the first time in 5 and 1/2 years of bar-going activities. It's a good thing that the sexy secretary look never goes out of style.

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*RRJ=Ryerson Review of Journalism. We live, breathe and eat this magazine. Well, maybe not eat. In fact, most of us are currently in the development stages of our eating disorders; some are subsisting solely off muffins and pizza buns from Dominion, while others are on a strict coffee-only diet.

9 comments:

  1. Sad to hear clothing show was a bust for you, I was somehow in accessory heaven, and still regretting buying a great shirt by Giant.

    And the glasses look better than you know...

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  2. It wasn't a complete bust--I'll have to confess that the accessory section was awesome, I just was too tired to wade through the vintage, and I did come home with an awesome necklace and a dress made of organic materials.

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  3. you are the perfect reporter! you made my drunk mumblings sound very eloquent!
    thanks, jess =) haha

    (ps. the secretary look is hot)

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  4. Anonymous12:23 AM

    I told you people like the glasses.

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  5. Wild eyes!
    So it was pink-eye? 'Cause I was thinking it looks more like something I saw on 28 Days Later.

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  6. Anonymous8:51 AM

    Ok, seriously - What the hell is wrong with your eyes? I hope they are better by Christmas, otherwise you will be forced to wear eye patches!
    That is of course if you are coming home for Christmas...

    KFlo

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  7. My eyes are better now! I swear! (And yes, by some sort of miracle, I will be coming home for Christmas.)

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  8. sexy secretary : my favourite !!!

    I hope your eyes are better now.

    cheers.

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  9. Anonymous6:31 PM

    That's dope you got a pic of Fauxreel's cheap lobotomy billboard. Check out Woostercollective.com for more.

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