So, I Hear You Like to Google
by: Seamus Gearin
“The Truth Is Out There” A seemingly benign sentiment that speaks to both the simplest of wonders and most esoteric dialogue a person can muster. In 1993, The X-Files had us believing that what was out there was aliens. Then The Matrix happened. Now, the Internet has asserted that it is instead “Inside There” and I'm inclined to believe. I mean, either the net’s just a really smooth talker or this is the real thing.
An Invasion of Privacy
by: Lee-Anne Bigwood
We (those of us who do a good portion of our living online) exist in a world where privacy has become a bit of a buzzword – a concept of which we have a recollection, but not a solid comparative reference. We’re expected to be on call almost all of the time because of our...
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The F Stands for Fucktard
by: Danny DeVito
The Fujitsu F-series: a cell phone designed for cheaters.
Laugh Sabbath Take It To The Screens
by: Matt Collins
Laugh Sabbath is a forward-thinking, daring and experimental comedy collective based in Toronto. With a weekly comedy series at Comedy Bar featuring regulars like Kathleen Philips, Chris Locke, Tom Henry and David Dineen-Porter, they are setting a gold standard for comedy in Toronto comedy. In keeping with their mission to spread hilarity, Laugh Sabbath's next great step forward is to put on a short film festival. Last week, I asked organizers Ashley Gray and Rebecca Raftus all about it.
On Privacy: Nothing is Banal if it’s Well Written
by: Jeff Halperin
That the internet has caused privacy to disappear is not new, nor is the fact that nobody is forced to divulge that extinct thing called “personal information.” People write their status or tweet or four square for the same reason a dog licks his own ass, and often with about the same result. But I don’t think people would be so inclined to self-advertise if we weren’t so inundated, so primed, with advertising in general. I don’t mean to overstate things, but I think these two abominations perpetuate each other and work in tandem to debauch the minds of the young.
Two things are sparkling clear. One is the extent to which both self-advertising...
I Don't Want to Know About Your Vagina
by: Brooke Lynn
When do the things we share breach the boundaries of informative and plummet into the realm of too much information? Was the strange girl in the public restroom simply being informative when she exited her stall while I was washing my hands, looked at me and exclaimed ”Ugh! I have another yeast infection.”?
Were countless strangers simply spreading information when they shared the most intimate details of their lives with me, ranging from the complete despair they feel over their mother’s recent diagnosis of cancer, to the gruesome details of what the genitalia of the last person they had sex with looked like?
No Good Bands - Metallica
by: Matt Collins
There are a lot of band names that are dumber than Metallica, but most of them aren't worse. Hoobastank is worse, sure, but what makes Metallica such a bad band name is the smugness. It thinks it's an amazing band name. When Metallica chose “Metallica”, they thought “This is the final word in metal. With this band name, we'll be the heaviest.” And they wouldn't have taken it if they didn't think they were an amazing band. As far as I know, there isn't an Indium or a Calypsomnibus or a Salsalmanac.