So I'm wondering what kind of vibes I've been sending off as of late because in the last few days not one but two middle aged female employees have seen fit to go out of their way to let me know that someone was "single and available". Both suggested candidates were highly inappropriate for one reason or another. Oh, and my domestic couple friends spent a good chunk of the weekend letting me know about the girls they know who would be great matches for me, except they're not available. Maybe it's my haircut sending off these vibes. And then I was reassured that the place I'm moving to in July has plenty of nubile women. I doubt this. I suppose this counts as a question for Hooker.
Canada has perfected the art of kicking our shitty musicians over to the Americans while keeping the good ones to ourself. Problem is, the Americans tend to make them famous, and the rest of the world begins to think we actually, y'know, give a crap about them.
The McGriddle has to be a surprise of desperation. You can't be thinking about it all day like "I'm FINALLY ABOUT TO GO TRY ONE." You need to be very hungry and hungover. It also has to be a last minute idea. Any anticipation ruins the McGriddle. Its purely a comfort food that makes a bad day into a good day. If you're already having a decent day, it will be meh.
I've only had one and was also underwhelmed, I thought the pancake buns were pretty shitty and I could practically live on blueberry pancakes. Now the sausage egg and cheese buiscut on the other hand, that thing is a godsend.
Back when I was in full Fat Pinkcup mode, I freaking loved the bacon, egg, and cheese McGriddle. That shit was deeeeelicious. I could eat three of them in a sitting. I haven't had one in over a year, but I'll bet I'd still love them.
We didn't make Nickelback famous. Americans did. Fact. The queen of hyperdramatic Celine Dion did not have a #1 hit in this country except "Power of Love" before she became famous.... in America. Biebs was a dirtbag kid with lowlife parents who hang with the biggest scum in their entire Norman Rockwell-esque town. His parents' crew were known as the "Downtown Dirtbags". America made him famous before anyone in this country knew who he is. The moral: We shovel our musical shit that we wouldn't give the time of day into your backyard and keep the good stuff to ourselves. Deal with it.
Looks like in two weeks I'll be headed to Afghanistan for a year. Someone record Doctor Who for me? Got laid off when the Army in-sourced the contract I was on. I put out probably 130 resumes. I got a couple small bites for crappy money at places I didn't want to go. This one is $150k for a year, the job is a perfect fit, and I'll have the ability to take some time and figure out what I want to do next when I get back. Plus, it's basically a deployment, so I'll be treating it like one. Focus on improving my work skills and working out like crazy.
Hey I don't mean to rip on Canadian music. You guys have had some great musicians like Avril Lavinge, Finger 11, Neil Young, Shania Twain, etc etc etc.
Look, the fact anyone would come up with Shania Twain or Avril Lavigne when trying to think of examples of good Canadian music only shows how right I am that we thrust our shitty music abroad and keep the good stuff at home. Jesus.
Man, it must really grate on those guys. Being "thrust" out of Canada and into success in the US market. They must really hate all the airplay and fame and money.
I'm not sure what your point is. We rip on tons of famous musicians, but you only mount this half-assed response to these ones in particular. Are you saying you envy their fame, or that producing good music is secondary to commercial success?