Save Kathleen Byers, Toronto’s dancing crossing guard!
Help us gain recognition for Kathleen Byers — the dancing crossing guard who has been told she must not dance.
Help us gain recognition for Kathleen Byers — the dancing crossing guard who has been told she must not dance.
Reddit user CGDarden took to the Fort Worth section of the social website to post photos and offer a reward for a missing dog.:
You won’t believe what happens next as a war of words erupts in the comments under the photo when another user admits to being the one who took the dog.
The user then edited the post to include photographic proof that they are now in possession of the dog:
I’m not sure who is right or who is wrong, but hopefully both parties have Heidi’s best interests at heart and the authorities can come to a reasonable resolution.
While doing press for the 2009 film I Love You Man these two stars, buddies in real life, gave what might be the funniest interview of all time. Full of utter foolishness the two stumble through the interview giggling and talking about food, making up imaginary friends, and making just barely enough sense to try and promote the movie.
Take a look and let us know what you think, are these bros hilariously stoned or has their bromance transcended ration and logic?
There is nothing sweeter at this time of year than opening your mailbox to find a red and green envelope waiting for you. Ah, Christmas cards, a sweet slice of the holiday spirit sent directly to your door.
And then the mail keeps coming the rest of the year.
The constant flow was enough to drive Kramer (slightly more) crazy in the 1997 Seinfeld episode The Junk Mail, and like Kramer we all felt a little mixed upon learning that Canada Post will be phasing out urban home delivery over the next five years.
Here are three things we won’t miss:
The junk comes, and comes, and comes. Like Sisyphus pushing his rock back up that hill in Hades every day, the emptying of the junk mail from the mailbox is a thankless, never-ending task. Hot dogs are on for 99 cents at No Frills. There is a rollback Christmas lights at Walmart. Capital One has pre-approved me for a credit card. Every day I come home to my mailbox overflowing with deals, so many deals that I could never appreciate them all in one lifetime. Every day the stack of of letters which know my name only to be “Resident” is larger than the last.Every. Day. There. Is. More.
Except now there won’t be. Finally, some extra space in the mailbox for all of the personal correspondence mail I receive to leave my keys for when the electrician comes and I’m not home.
For some reason I cannot fathom there is a nonstop deluge of mail for people I don’t know that comes to my mailbox that gives me an almost eerie vision into their lives with none of the pleasure of being able to open them up. Mr Hun-Tso looked to be behind on his phone bill, with letters coming with increasingly scarier words like “IMPORTANT” “PAST DUE” and “FINAL NOTICE” stamped on the front. Mr Rados’ citizenship information came through, which I’m sure would have been a happy day for him if he’d actually received the package. I still get the magazine subscriptions for a beauty salon that was once apparently in my house.
Okay, I’ll concede that I would probably actually enjoy this aspect of mail home delivery if it wasn’t for the precious space in my mailbox that was being taken up by five letters a day addressed to people who hadn’t lived there for years.
With today’s technology junk mail and bills seem to be the only stuff that really serves a purpose in the mailbox — and even bills can be sent online. Everything else is just a click, tap, or touch away on our computers, tablets, and smartphones. Even telephones can do most of what mail can accomplish. Even fax machines, themselves a completely outdated form of technology, can do everything mail can do at a fraction of the time.
There’s a reason people call it snail mail.
I prerecorded an interview today with Conrad Black on what he thinks of Rob Ford and issues facing Toronto.
Tune in to #Topoli with Thomson this Monday on CIUT 89.5FM for the full interview. Below is a teaser…
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The group covers topics including: possible legal issues surrounding the Dean Blundell Show’s homophobic remarks by Derek Welsman, the latest in Rob Ford revelations(from ‘hezza’ to the change in City Hall preformed press releases), nailing down funding tools for transit expansion, the possibility of toll roads in Toronto, the future of the OMB in Toronto, and much much more.
Being single isn’t a death sentence, it isn’t even a bad thing, it just is. But those of us who are in relationships often act like we know better, we say condescending things, we attempt to set up our poor single friends with people they would never pick for themselves and we act like their lives are on hold because they haven’t settled down yet. It’s a little bit ridiculous when you think about it; actually it’s a lot ridiculous and completely insulting.
A couple of my friends recently found themselves single again and one of them mentioned that his friends have stopped talking about their relationships with him because they’re afraid of upsetting him. Really? Break-ups are terrible — but that doesn’t give us the right to treat our friends like they’re these fragile little creatures that will fall apart at the mere mention of a relationship. Your friends want you to be happy, break-up or not, they don’t need to be handled with kid gloves; your single friends are more than just single people, they are people with lives and jobs, they are far more than their relationship status.
A lot of my single girlfriends are single because they refuse to settle for someone that isn’t right, and instead of trying to fix them — newsflash — single isn’t code for broken. I respect them. It takes a lot of courage to fight for what you want in any aspect of your life, it takes a strong person to stand up for what they want. How about instead of looking at single people like they have some kind of terrible contagious disease we treat them like friends. It’s a novel concept isn’t it? Single people are people too. Crazy.
Being in a relationship doesn’t give me the right to gush constantly about how lucky I am to have found the love of my life it’s tacky and besides that I’ve got a lot of other things going on; a new job, a flourishing writing career and an unhealthy obsession with the Leafs. Boyfriend is not the only important thing in my life and he’s not the only thing my friends want to talk about.
I know we’ve all been guilty of it but starting every conversation with a girlfriend about their dating life or lack there of makes you seem like a boy crazy teenager and makes your friend feel like her life outside of her bedroom is unimportant. There’s enough pressure from society, from parents and from the world to hook up; no one needs to hear it while drinking cocktails and talking about the latest episode of American Horror Story.
I’m not sure when we all decided that being single was the absolute worst thing to ever happen to a person but we all need to stop it, now. Being in a relationship shouldn’t be a life goal, it won’t make you feel whole and it won’t pay the bills (usually) and it’s so vintage it’s practically hipster.