Have you ever wondered…

What Barney really looked like without the suit?

 Well I did this afternoon, while in the West Island with Daniel and Colleen (Lol dont ask!). We ahd just finished a joint and began to play with play-doh (I think thats how to spell it lol) we decided that we each had to make something outta the play-doh using most of the colors we bought(Purple, black, silver, gold and green) My mind automatically thought of Barney cuz of the purple and green. So i basically sculpted him but started wondering who really was the man behind one of the most beloved childhood figure. I was sure he would turn out to be some creapy old pedophile who just wanted to be around kids. :S

anyways so as soon as i got home i checked my emails and remembered to look him up. His name is David Joyner and he’s played Barney since 1992. He also is the man behind Hip Hop Harry!!! For those of you who dont know who that is you should really youtube that shit! lol anyways i thought i would share this with you guys and gals cause it changed all my childhood memories from pleasant ones to creapy ones.

Peace out,

The One and Only… DRAX!

AY TEEN!

Sk00l

Alright so I’m in the TMR library. And I came here with a purpose: To Study.

It’s only been 3 weeks since school started and I’m already flooded with work. If only I knew university was this horrible I would’ve taken my time at Dawson and probably would’ve graduated in 8 semesters.. like all average Dawsonites do. But nooooo, I had to finish on time and bounce to Mcgill where I could sit in a class full of pretentious douches and listen to a toad lookalike talk about Dividends payable and Net earnings.

Anyways, I decided to come to the library so I could finish my work without having to listen to lil wayne and young jeezy blasting from my little brother’s room. I wanted to bike here, but then realized i had no lock for my bike because Nick got our other bike stolen. with the lock. So i had to fuckin walk for 20 minutes with a 278 lbs. school bag in my dawson cheerleading sweat pants. I finally got here, opened my bag and set up my shit to start my educative adventure. However, I quickly discovered that I had not brought any pens, let alone a calculator and I didn’t bring my course outlines with me to know which exercises I had to do. so I was stuck here with books to stare at. I had to find a solution to this.

I decicded to use to library computer to access the outlines through the internet. But that was not enough. I needed pens to write with and a calculator to calculate with. So I came up with a brilliant plan. I went on MSN and got greeted in a split second by a ‘LOL’ from my little brother Julien. I quickly jumped at the occasion to ask him for a favor. I told him I would pay him 5$ if he could deliver the stuff for me. After bargaining for a good 15 minutes on msn, I started to get frustrated and settled for the amount of 7$ in cash to be paid to my little brother. Then, I was stuck with time to kill until my lil bro arrived, so I decided to rant on our blog. lame, I know. But hey, it passed the time and Julien just walked in the library panting and red because he had biked so fast to deliver my stash. I can now commence the studyage.

thanx for reading,

Peace out shivsies.

–shmitty

The AWK ghost be holleratin’…

Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Lunice and I like to fucks with the English grammar. I’m ill and not sick and I dislike stupid stationary objects.

Yaddamean?!

You know what it do, on October 4th at the Coda Social Club we got them future gamma knives on lock…

AKA

Dem’ LuckyMe duders from Scotland:
Dom Sum (Da LuckyMe Bo$$)
http://www.myspace.com/thisisluckyme

Hudson Mohawke (LuckyMe/Warp)
http://www.myspace.com/hudsonmo
Rustie (LuckyMe/Warp)
http://www.myspace.com/rustiebeetz
Mike Slott (LuckyMe/All City)
http://www.myspace.com/mikeslottbeats

will be runnin’ this remix game with your friendly neighborhoodlum live PA clic TURBO CRUNK…

Megasoid (Ninja Tunes)
http://www.myspace.com/megasoidkult
Mofomatronix (Codeine Drums)
http://www.myspace.com/mofomatronix
Lunice (Codeine Drums)
http://www.myspace.com/lunice

C’est la fin.

Alright plegalz, as Sarah has mentioned in the previous post, we have now officially reached the end of the summer. Cegepers start school today, and us college kids start next tuesday. It’s semi sad, but i’m kinda excited for Frosh, i’m not gonna lie.

Anyhoo, the past 3 months of summer have been quite peculiar, and I feel the need to recap them because well, they were pretty fucked up and I would like to share our terrifying experiences with our dear readers. To be honest, I don’t even know how to start this.. ugh shivs. here goes nothing.

• Chapter I: Abandoned School/Edginess

The summer kicked off some time in May, when the snow and igloos finally melted. School was out, and so was the sun. We’ve had the most incomprehensible weather, that even The Weather Network wasn’t too sure what to expect anymore. Is Mother Nature on a deep psychedelic trip? Or is the world coming to an end? Who the fuck cares anyways? It didn’t stop us from discovering Victoria School. Vicky is located near Guy metro station and is abandoned. the first person to set foot in this ominous edifice was our beloved and dearly missed homie Perez. He decided, baseball bat in hand, to crack open the windowsill and penetrated into the dark cell only to find that it was desolate and awesome. He proceeded to unlock the backdoor for the rest of us and the rest is history. It became our new hangin’ spot. We started throwing “secret parties” in the grimy gymnasium where we found strange drug paraphenelia and what appeared to be a homeless person’s den. These so-called parties consisted of a group of angst ridden teenagers indulging in recreational substances and painting scary tribal marks on their faces with pink fluo markers. Also present were basketballs, skateboards, graphitti cans, champagne bottles, sparkly candles, silly string, dead rats, broken sinks for toilets, and people with names such a Benedict.

We fully enjoyed these gatherings, and videotaped them as well for they brought the crew closer together and the degree of sketchiness to another level. However, some members of our “crew”, specifically one with the name of a popular brand of potato chips, decided that this location did not suffice so he went on a quest to find another foresaken building. And so he found one, a church to be exact, and decided once again to attempt to access it but his blueprint was miscalculated and he got caught by an angry black security guard who knocked him out with a baseball bat and called the authorities ( aka the ”po-po”). We did not hear from our friend for 24 hours after the incident occured. We all entered a state of panic, trying to figure out how we could help our locked up convicted friend to re-enter society as soon as possible, when Nick suddenly received a phone call from him stating that he was on his way back home with his mother and that we going to be on house arrest for the rest of the summer. We never went back to the school. R.I.P Vicky.

• Chapter II: Mass Texts/ Bring Fluo

If I could summarize Chapter II in one word it would be shivs. But I think I should elaborate.
So Pringle’s on house arrest, he can’t chill with us anymore. Perez is peacing to the UK to pursue his dream of becoming an eduated and successful landed imigrant. Lalonde is leaving us to go euro-trippin and Matty got a job at BMO, which is the equivalent of being on house arrest. or something of the like. or maybe i’m just having an acid flashback. anyways, the point is, everyone bounced the fuck out. We were left stranded here with full time jobs (except Sarah), and no cool place to chill. So Nick decided to take charge of situation by mass texting everyone things like “Meet At St-laurent metro for a night to burn it down with hatchmatik! 930 pm, bring fluo and cameras for a night to remember” or “Get ready for a night of Screams and Terror at the Younes residence, 10 pm bring popcorn and fluo” or even “Radio Fireworks at the Old port 10 pm, bring booze, water guns and fluo”. You’d think that gatherings like those would be full of shits and giggles, festivity and glee but it turns out things resembled more like a bad mexican soap opera. or actually more like a 2002 Fox reality show ( RIP paradise hotel). my point is, drama suddenly emerged and everyone started backstabbing and shit-talking each other which was totally uncool and weird because such a phenomenon had never occured in our crew previously. Stories of coke dealing, boycotting, jealousy, cheating, name-calling and treachery started spreading faster than the Maple Leaf disease. The crew got seperated, but this did not stop us from roaming the streets of St-laurent, creating a kuffufle at Blizarts and hanging out in Pharmaprix parking lots and Architecural Parks. We also expanded our crew with new additions such as PeeJay (”are you pissed nick?”), Ben, Toni, and occasional randoms here and there. As mentioned previously, the weather was on high doses of crack and we thus got 2 sunny days on 25 rainy ones. I’m still bitter over the fact that we never went to super Aqua Club. augh.

• Chapter III: The Cool Kids Crew/ DYP

The event that marked the beginning of the third and final chapter of summer ‘08 was Steph and Lalonde’s birthday. We organized a surprise bday bash for these two ladies at Ugly Ass Bikes.
you’re confused aren’t you? No, we did not buy them ugly ass bikes. and no they are not ugly ass dykes. the place where we threw the party is a skateparc/bmx parc called Ugly Ass Bikes. We rented the whole thing for one night of madness and chaos involving Tanqueray, vegan cakes, balloons, sparkly candles, people on bikes, people on drugs, a bit of drunken contemporary dancing and some cheerleading. The night was a success and marked the return and retribution of the Cool Kids Crew aka D.Y.P. I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel and things started getting back on track, even though Mama Nature was still in rehab. We then attended other succesful events such as the MEG boat party where we witnessed a naked man do a triple flip onto the St- Lawrence river and we wrapped up the summer with Nick’s bday bash/Indecent Xposure Bad Trip where hoes got down, burned down the club and bounced back and fourth.

What can I say. Even though we had some shitty times, and some of us shed tears at some point or another this summer, it doesn’t change the fact that everytime I look at all the Photo Albums Sarah posted on facebook of all our hangs outs I have a huge smile on my face. All the good times, the lawls times, the way we all got to know each other so much better and got so much closer makes it all worth it to me. I would re-do this summer all over again in a second. Obviously there were some ups and downs, but when you think about it, it’s the downs that made the ups that much cooler for us. It was our last summer as the Dawson Kids too. We’re all going to different schools now, we’re all seperating and moving on to a new chapter in our lives, but these memories will stay with us forever. As Vitamin C once said in her lyrics ” As we go on, we’ll remember, all the good times we had together. As our lives change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever”. Ugh, I love that orange haired bitch.
K I have to go get ready for frosh now, it’s starting in about 4 hours. I’m hella nervous. but before I go, i just wanna say:

SUMMER ‘08 FTW!

Names.

Out of complete boredom i’ve decided to research our names and find out their meanings and see if it fits. Let’s get started.

Jennifer:    White Wave.      Origin: Celtic.

Okay. There are two jenn’s in the Ple girls and we’ve decided that this meaning fits us perfectly. Why? Only few lucky men will ever know…

Sarah:       Princess.           Origin: Hebrew.

Haha, yeah i guess this works.. for that spoiled little bitch.  JUST KIDDING> (LoVe YoU BaBy)

Melissa:   Honey Bee.       Origin: Greek.

Mel aka Mink, i wish i knew you better to analyze this meaning. loooooool Jdu, help me out.

Mathieu:  Gift of God.      Origin: French.

LOL Matty, you defs are. <3

Cynthia:  Moon.               Origin: Greek.

lol cyn, you’re so magical and mysterious… looooooool

Stephanie:  Crowned in Victory.   Origin: French.

I don’t know what to say about this.

Kim:   Golden.      Origin: Vietnamese.

Hahaha, this is jokes because on the site it was like, the gender for kim is MALE.  Wtf? Anyways. Golden. For sure, however, when i think of her name i think of the song Kim by eminem and scary anger.

Dominique:  Born on Sunday.   Origin: French.

I don’t know if this fits..I need to ask your mothers.

Nicolas:  Conquerer of the people.   Origin: Spanish.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Asana:   Does not exist.

Ha, sorry.

Photo Exploring 2.

Augh, you can obviously tell that there’s a bit of a dry spell this summer since we’re uploading 90384 posts a day. Or maybe it’s just me. Whatever. I’ve taken it upon myself to go through more photos in the many albums i have saved on my computer and share a little laughter will you all. I already know this wont even be half as good as the previous one, but boredom is heavy and killing time is essential.

The “Pond”. Okay, this place is actually hell on earth. The one night we spent there turned into a series of creepy events that i don’t even want to get into. All i can say is that  i found a pair of tacky high heels tucked under a bench and we kept hearing fucked up sounds coming from this spot right here.

About three years ago, Before even being remotely interested in graffiti, I found a can of yellow hair dye and wrote naccs in a P-lot and looking back on this, i categorize myself as below toy, if there’s even such thing. Fully ashamed.

A little later, When PLE was a new-born child, We started becoming obsessed with writing it all over the place. I now categorize my skills as “Toy”. If Sarah remembers correctly, i only did the “PL” while she took over and did the “E”. Yeah right.

It took us a long fucking time to figure out what this shit in the middle of the park was. Let’s see if you can guess.

More toyness from yours, truly. The famous AUGH face.

This photo actually says: “Shivs, you’re tarif reduit.”

Proof that Dominique Lalonde can manifest herself as the Devil.

I run a prostitution ring in my bedroom and this is a regular saturday night there.

The result of a wind storm and our lameness pre-substance abuse.

If you ever need a quick fix and you can’t find your crack pipe or syringe, go to the Far Park in Texaz and get on one of these and feel yourself live life at it’s fullest.

Always regretted the day after, this is common activity that takes place while under the influence. I’m not kidding, i’ve had women suck my bottle enough times. (Guys, we need more alize!)

As cliché as it is, i’ve left the best for last. Though Hollywood’s job is to make the PLE girls look flawless and dope as hell, this picture tells quite the opposite. After an intense vtz party last year, we enjoyed a gourmet meal at Pierre Patate and i’m sure everyone else at that resto felt complete pity for us. Who wouldn’t? Judged.

Plinterview # 1.

Nax: Hello there and welcome to my second official interview. Our first victim goes under the name of “Dranko” who has gathered up all the patience he has left to bare with me for the next couple of minutes. Oh, and feel free to say whatever you want. Honestly, you’re allowed to swear, go off into random babble or just be a boring fuck. Let’s begin

Dranko: This should be interesting.

Nax: I’d just like to remind you that I’m recording every little thing you say from now on.

Dranko: Alright, I figured that much. Let’s get this shit over with, I got a date with my bed.

Nax: Just so we know a little bit about you..What’ your name (real or fake) and age?

Dranko: I don’t give randoms my age. People call me a lot of things. Dranko, Gogangster, etc… You can call me Dave.

Nax: How about your favorite color and why?

Dranko: Green and blue..I’m not really sure why, I just think they’re sick colors but you got some really lame questions.

Nax: That’s the point.

Dranko: Augh, k your interviews suck, finish it tomorrow, I’m going to sleep.

Nax: Shut the fuck up, it’s almost done. Tomorrow, the interview will no longer exist.

Dranko: No.

Nax: So I understand that you’ve requested that your identity remain censored throughout the duration of this interview..any reason as to why that is?

Dranko: Ye, ‘cause I don’t like randoms knowing me, it’s bad enough I know enough people already and I don’t need more people like you stalking me, where I go and shit…

Nax: When’s the first time you heard about PLE?

Dranko: I WANT TO SLEEP.

Nax: Alright fine, you little bitch, don’t forget to rub your crystal before you get a good night’s rest.

Dranko: ALRIGHT, FUCK, continue..

Nax: When’s the first time you heard about PLE?

Dranko: The first time i spoke to you, you told me about it. I didn’t really know what it was though and now i just don’t really care. KBC!

Nax: Right. Have you ever gone out with the PLE girls?

Dranko: Yes, on several occasions… I think they’re attracted to my boys, but that’s understandable..KBC boys are loved by all girls.

Nax: You’re dumb, but okay. On what occasions? Any memorable moments?

Dranko: Hmm, enough times! We’ve abused substances together, went to parties, abandoned schools. I’d say we’ve had some memorable moments…K i’m going to sleep

Nax: One more question..On a scale from 1-10, 1 being Not at all enjoyable and 10 being Extremely Enjoyable to the point of orgasm, how enjoyable was your outings with the PLE girls?

Dranko: I’d give them a rating of “SUPERSTAR”…With their little website and entourage of groupies.

Nax: Superstar? Judged.

Dranko: I don’t care, i’m going to bed.

And there you have it, ladies and gents.

Next time, i promise to recruit a more cooperative and entertaining human being. Sorry Drank.