Category: Friends
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A few words about my dog Tucker
I’d never wanted a fluffy dog, but my mom decided to adopt Tucker from friends. And so, suddenly we had a five-year-old fluff-ball that looked like an Ewok. Or a Wookie. An Ewookie? A Wookiewok? I was horrified to discover on the mantle of the previous family’s home a framed photo of Tucker with long,…
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R.I.P. Cynthia Brouse
Going into fourth year, we had been warned by older students that our copy editing and fact-checking instructor Cynthia Brouse was a little strange — her obsession with Paul Gross, an (overly?) honest admission to the previous year’s group that she lay somewhere between fag hag and celibate — but for a nascent feminist such as…
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My childhood best friend, the Cantopop superstar
From left: Mom and me, Ellen, Jamie, circa 1994? You’d think the title of this post is an exaggeration, but I’m not lying. Her name is Ellen Joyce Loo. See? She even has a Wikipedia page. When I was nine, we were three — Jamie, Ellen and me. We shared one of those best friend…
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The Penultimate Last Show
Spent a good few days in the Maritimes for Risky Business’s last three shows. Here is the second-to-last one at the House of Dogs, the unofficial abode of Haligonian hardcore alumni. For more, go to Former Transformer.
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A Waste…
An absolute, total, fucking waste. I didn’t know Charlie Prinsep all that well, not even enough to know his last name, but Charlie, first known to me as the larger-than-life Shiznaz on the BFSSFG. I knew him peripherally, through mutual friends, sort of in the same sphere but never cementing anything I’d call a friendship,…