Friday, February 03, 2006



Seriously.
It's hot breaking news from ChartAttack.
The event will be a musical procession through the streets of Manchester.
And Mary Magdalene will sing the Buzzcock's Ever Fallen in Love. Jesus will also sing a duet with Judas on New Order's Blue Monday, and with Pontius Pilate on Oasis' Wonderwall. While he is being flogged, Jesus will sing the Smiths' Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now.


What an amazing spectacle that should be!
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The beautiful and talented Michelle has tagged me for a four-things list. And you know me - list whore extraordinaire- so here's my version:
Four jobs I’ve had:
- chicken catcher (well, only for 2 days, but I'll never forget it)
- secretary
- livestock feed sales rep
- lab technician
Four films I can watch over and over:
- Shaun of the Dead
- Local Hero
- 28 Days Later
- Napoleon Dynamite
Four places I’ve lived:
- Hemer, Germany
- Winnipeg, Manitoba
- Regina, Saskatchewan
- London, Ontario
Four TV shows I enjoy:
- South Park
- The Hour
- Rick Mercer's Report
- Futurama

Four foods I like:

- turkey

- spinach

- grapefruit

- chocolate

Four websites I visit daily:
- CBC
- Google Images
- myucalgary
- all the beautiful peeps on my blogroll
Four things I’d like to do before I die:
- own a cottage in Muskoka
- publish a wildly successful sassy magazine with crazy ideas and stupid lists and provocative pictures
- go on a luge run
- host a party for my real-life friends and my blog buddies and my favourite CBC personalities and all the musicians I admire or am madly in love with, oh and Matt Stone and Trey Parker should come too, and we'd end the night having a big sing-along around the bonfire in the backyard.
Four people I’m tagging:

God damn it, that was fun

6 comments:

michelle said...

You get all the cool acts up there. We get Aerosmith and Kanye West double-billed at the Tacoma Dome (WTF?!?). I'm moving to Canada.

Chicken catcher? I would have paid serious bucks to see you hustle your tushie chasing chickens in a yard, but then I would have had to have engage you in a chicken shit fight. Now that sounds odd...

You need some coastal livin' lovin' lady. Now that sounds like a Led Zeppelin song...

Oooh, publish a magazine, how incredibly crazy posh! I imagine the parties you would hold and write about and I'm instantly all, what's the phrase, jealous (yellow)? (!!) And that sounds like the creme de la creme of four things baby.

I'm so glad you tagged Neil - I feel bad for not but it's best you do. He's so delicious, I would have felt like some kind of perving voyeur.

Stephanie said...

I totally envy you. I would die to be a lab tech.

Man I'm such a nerd.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Sadly, Michelle, we don't get the Easter special up here either. It's actually in Britain, in Manchester. I hope one of Eva's European internet buddies can snag us a copy of it somehow. But you guys ARE getting Belle and Sebastian in Seattle, with the New Pronographers yet. Too bad Stuart Murdoch hates Eva so much haha.

I would definitely call upon you to contribute your incredibly sassy writing to my magazine, should that fantasy ever come to fruition. And naturally you would be invited, nay expected, at all the parties.

Neil, is adorable, isn't he? Hey, Neil (if you read this) you've got a fan club!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Stephanie, you are a champion among nerds, though. (and I love nerds) And while you want to be in a lab, I want out of the lab into a publishing company. Funny how that works.

Grumpy Old Bastard said...

Barbster:

Chicken Catcher? CHICKEN CATCHER??!? Ok, the job description doesn't require a lot of explaination, but damn...chicken catching?

Did they even give you a mitt? Something like a firstbaseman's glove? Or those oversized ovenmits they give to goalies?

Futurama? I love that show!

GOB

Barbara Bruederlin said...

GOB - I seriously hope that they never require you to do any chicken catching in your new job, because it is seriously nasty work. I actually only did it as part of my training to be a sales rep for a livestock feed company (another nasty experience I'll share with you around the bonfire someday), and they gave me NO equipment. I had to wear my own little woolen winter gloves. My hands were ripped all to shit by the end, as chicken have very scaly legs (who knew?)