The Newest of New Country as Rock Started Out That Way 30 (+ 10 bonus songs!)

Don't Forget These Dandies!

• Stabbing Westward - Far Away
• Powderfinger - Like a Dog
• Powderfinger - Waiting for the Sun
• Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel
• Manic Street Preachers - So Why So Sad?
• Saliva - Your Disease
• Fatboy Slim - Weapon of Choice
• Crazytown - Revolving Door
• Sum 41 - Fat lip
• Primitive Radio Gods - Fading

Song of the Week

It's Been A While since I've done this so this sentence says it all. (by Staind)
Rating: ReaFucCo

Album of the Week

Odyssey #5
Powderfinger
Rating: ReaFucC(half o)

Band/Artist of the Week

Nelly Furtado
Rating: ReaFucCoo
Why: She's just so darned cute and sexy, and she can sing, and write, and I'm available if she ever reads this

I'm afraid dear readers that we have a bit of a conundrum here. Well, maybe not so much of a conundrum as a problem. The new hosts Sedrick and Zak were unable to make the deadline do to some travel problems. Those zany hoodlums were in Calgary for a conference on prairie oysters and on their final night, decided to hit the town for a bit of debauchery. Low and behold, these two charming lads found themselves under the influence. Yes, they just couldn't get enough of that delectable bull treat and found themselves at 2:00am with a desperate craving for the unusual dish. Of course, being inebriated, this further exasperated the situation and their attempts to acquire the culinary jewels proved to be in vain. In despair, the two young men hit the booze and hit it hard. Keep in mind that I already discussed their prior drinking. So yeah. Thirty drinks each later and they somehow managed to find themselves at their motel, drunk and delusional. The next morning Sedrick awoke to find that the two were not only penniless but about to be late for their return flight unless they busted their arses. Now, okay, they weren't quite broke as they are getting paid rather large salaries by the folks here at Pile of Crap, but they had no hard cash, save a few coins. Thus, a cab was out of the question.

So, forced to rely on public transit to get to the airport, the two bafoons realized that yes, they were shit out of luck. With the cities' public transit strike over a month old, they had little hope of getting there on time. But, don't worry, they weren't hired for being morons. With some quick thinking and a little help from Mother Nature, Sedrick whipped out his penis and started urinating in public for all to see. So what is so intelligent about this? The police quickly arrived on the scene and after some quick talking and explaining by Zak, the writers were bound for the airport.

They arrived within minutes of departure and barely made it on board. The two lads, still quite intoxicated and exhausted from what had been a busy weekend, soon collapsed in their first class chairs and were fast asleep. But oh no! The two bumbling young men had overlooked something. So, within a couple of hours (or less), they awoke to find themselves at what they thought was their final destination only to discover that they had arrived in Vancouver, and not Toronto. But wait, it gets better. Yes, the Vancouver public transit is also on strike. Therefore, the two lads are presently stranded in Vancouver and with no enchanting story to share with you, the dedicated reader. Now, being travelling writers working for a major corporation like this, one might assume that these two fellows were in the possession of a laptop computer. ButÂ…there is more. Apparently on that fateful night in which they essentially gave it to each other right up the ass much like a convict serving life, they found themselves low on cash and with their 1 and lonely laptop by their side. Some bone-headed decision-making resulted in the trade of their marvel of technology for a upper-class hooker and some more booze. Naughty boys they are.

Again, I regret that you had to suffer through that horrible tale of drinking gone wrong. Instead, I offer you some of my thoughts on life.

So what's good? Creeper Lagoon, that dynamic San Francisco band responsible for "Wrecking Ball" will be releasing an album on the 17th of April and I'm assuming that the song will be on it. HmmÂ…uhÂ…yeah. That's all the good. The rest is all shit. Warm weather sucks, crutches really suck. Walking to class in crutches sucks even more. No mobility is a drag. A record 2.5 months and growing with no cardiovascular exercise is shit beyond words (that isÂ…the longest in 7 years without a good workout). UmÂ…UofT, Mac, and UBC suck for not responding to me yet. I could go on but that's about enough out of me. You don't want to read the pathetic ramblings of a frustrated, jaded, angry, melancholy, crippled, 22 year old soon to be homeless (well, I do have places to go but none are home per se) bum with rapidly dropping motivation and well. You get the picture. Have a great week!