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Monday, June 09, 2008

With Hands Covered in Scratches, the State of the World

Now taking suggestions on kitten disciplinary techniques. Whither the cat whisperer?

Our lead story tonight: holy shit it's hot. With temperatures in the low 30s and a humidex guaranteed to grease your ass, summer has made its presence known. As always in circumstances like this, the health unit advises you to take it easy to avoid the risk of injury. Temperatures should level off later this week.

But what you care about the most is the announcement of the 3G iPhone, which is finally and legally coming to Canada. 8GB and 16GB models will hit our shores [via Rogers] on July 11. So who cares about 3G? It's basically a faster network that allows you to access online content quicker. Won't make a lick of difference when you're talking, but will when you log onto Facebook. Plus, Apple's recently started letting third party developers create content for the phone, so you can play Tetris now without voiding your warranty. The Jesusphone continues to thrive.

Wonder what the Earth looks like from Mars? There you go.

Let the speculatorium rise! Gallup reports Obama would take McCain, 48% to 42%. You know, if only two thousand people voted.

In a story that matters to other people more than me: CTV has snagged the rights to the Hockey Night in Canada theme out from under the CBC. See, the CBC doesn't own the song, it was licensed from composer Dolores Claman through a Toronto firm. The two sides couldn't reach a new contract agreement, so Claman sold the song to CTV outright, which means the CBC will never get it again. CTV will use the theme on TSNs hockey broadcasts and during the Olympics. To be fair, the CBC is a publicly funded corporation, and Claman wanted two and a half million for the song. Can you justify that kind of taxplayer money being spent, no matter how traditional it may be.

Additionally, you can easily judge what type of Canadian you are based on what pops into your head when you see the acronym HNIC. I know what pops in mine, and it ain't sporting.

Choose your epitaph: the best last words ever uttered.

Chemistry is awesome!



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The kitten says hello. Lord save me.

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