Me man. Me listen good.

Does Florida "Man Radio" know nothing of  MOJO?
Toronto's All Dude Experiment?
"Talk Radio for Guys"?

Mojo Radio

2001-2004

In 2000, Toronto's 640AM station was acquired by Corus Entertainment.
On April 23, 2001, at 6:40 a.m., the station re-launched as Mojo Radio, a hot talk radio format aimed at the male demographic. The station also changed its call letters the same day to the current CFMJ.
The new format featured programs hosted by Humble and Fred, John Derringer, Phil Hendrie, Mike Stafford, Andrew Krystal, Spider Jones, and the syndicated Coast to Coast AM. (Wikipedia)

Me man. 
Me like radio.
Me listen good.

Me eat now.
Yum, cheesies.

Turn radio off.
Scratch.

Everybody samba!

http://player.live365.com/a29263

Click player.live365 link just above for music stream from connectbrazil.com

Yes, it works on Kindles, tablets, laptops & phones 

Ceasar McCool

Everybody chill 

Nathan Hower/Reuters/Axios

Ceasar McCool is the "therapy llama" familiar from 
weeks of Portland protests. Everybody should have one.

Beer me Friday

                                Did you really need an excuse?

                      International Beer Day (IBD) is a celebration on the first Friday of every August founded in 2007 in Santa Cruz, California. Since its inception, International Beer Day has grown from a small localized event in the western United States into a worldwide celebration spanning 207 cities, 80 countries and 6 continents.

Barbara Amiel's memoir....

I've been eagerly sniffing the air for Barbara Amiel's upcoming memoir, Friends and Enemies, due out on Oct. 13

It's 608 friggin' pages.

The Toronto Sun editor traveled in far fancier, odder circles than her three years as The Black Queen of King Street.
She was exotic. Mysterious. Fascinating.

But the Sun was just a blip on her celebrated career in journalism and high society. And the marriage. And Conrad's trial. And the decades-long trail of controversial columns, articles, that charmed, infuriated,  enlightened or challenged readers.

She often rivaled Blatchford for Longest Lead. 
Bono and I kept score.

Of her 1983-1985 stretch in charge of the Little Paper, there's no clue in an early publicity volley.

Shinan Govani's chat with Amiel offers a take on an amazing life, writing the weighty book and how--despite its publisher's claim it is "not a book of vengeance"--there are more enemies than friends.

Now, as then, a sharp wit and self-awareness seems to soften the memoir's name drops and nostalgia.

"Social media and celebrity wardrobes had not yet taken hold..." she writes. "In terms of shallow display, I was ahead of my time and behind in the number of handbags."

I think Amiel got a tough go in her three years at the Sun. I wouldn't be surprised if she had more satisfying work experiences.
But in a life fully lived, sometimes a lot of grump and fury fades. Maybe not for rats.

Late in the book, Govani says Amiel writes: 
"I had stardust ... but not enough." 

His interview appears in the new issue of Zoomer, the six-issue a year mag for geezers like me. Link below, boomers....

Amiel book interview by
Shinan Govani at ....

https://www.everythingzoomer.com/zed-book-club/2020/07/15/barbara-amiel-memoir/

Amiel in 2012

Jessica Darmanin/Maclean's

Pre-orders at the usual places 

Aren't most mentioned in this book now pushing 80?

Honey? Can you help me lift this book? 

 

"It is what it is.... "

Social distancing?

If anyone wishes for entertainment, such as will prevent him from feeling solitary even when he is alone, let me recommend the company of dogs, whose moral and intellectual qualities may almost afford delight and gratification ... I am often surprised by the cleverness and now and again by the stupidity of my dog; and I have similar experiences with mankind.
                               --Arthur Schopenhauer
                                  The Pessimist's Handbook 
 

Sigourney Weaver's worst nightmare

"Look what I made .... "

 $170 US

https://www.boredpanda.com/leather-facehugger-mask-alien/ 

Signs of the times

 

Toronto Symphony Orchestra cancels season

It is with heavy hearts that we share our decision to cancel our previously announced 2020/21 season. We remain fiercely committed to performing whenever, wherever, and however we can with ensemble and audience sizes scaled to the circumstances.

TSO Zoom tune: Aaron Copeland 

Come back soon... 

Who can save baseball?

The San Diego Chicken speaks out ...
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2020/07/31/mlb-mascots-show-must-go-my-time-san-diego-chicken-shows-how-it-can/ 

Toronto: Just like Tokyo

 Face mask vending machines, on corners near you

 Full story at
 https://www.blogto.com/city/2020/08/face-mask-vending-machines-toronto-malls/

Long weekend at the lake

--Laura Stevens

And out goes Y-O-U

   There once was a genie
   with a 10-foot weenie
   and a girl who lived next door;
   she thought it was a snake
   and hit it with a rake
   and now it's only 2 foot 4
                    --children's skip rope rhyme

Happiest Place on Earth

--Hotopp Design/NHL

A $2,500 weekend at Disney World

Not Mickey. 

"My desire to meet Mickey Mouse evaporated around the age of 8, when I asked my mother about this wonderful place called Disney World and she said, in effect, that she loved me very much, but that she would rather die of dysentery than take me to Florida to have her pocket picked by anthropomorphic vermin. I don't think I asked again. The chance of being struck dead by a mysterious disease has not sweetened the appeal of the park ...."

 --Graeme Wood, The Atlantic

 Wood has so many hilarious and sobering takes on Disney's concocted kingdom in the center of the pandemic, it's easily the weekend's Best Read.

Online at ....

https://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2020/07/disney-world-during-pandemic-extremely-weird/614617/ 

Civic holiday dance

Ready for the long weekend

Yo Algonquin

What's better than a two-tree hammock?

A one-tree teardrop tent.

Now Algonquin bears can eat you from the bottom.

New directions in sky writing

So yes, the Halifax pilot did it on purpose.

A flight path that can only be seen on radar.

To count all the planes in the air at the moment,

check out

flightaware.com 

Regis & Dave. Coulda been cowboys

Artifacts of Our Age: dumb cluck shoes

What if the world's ugliest footwear and the planet's primary fried cluck franchise had a baby?

They did.

At high noon Tuesday, KFC Crocs will be unleashed, a mash-up of slip-ons that look like greasy chicken on your feet.

$60US. 

That sound of hoof beats? 
The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse are near.

Person woman man camera tv. Wow!

"He's cognitively t-h-e-re .... "
               ---Trademark pending, Republican National Committee

Barry Blitt: Trump's brain test cartoon

 

Barry Blitt is the genius behind New Yorker's political covers.

Trump's brags about his cognitive test triumph prompted the cartoonist to recreate the actual exam result.

The weekly sent it to everybody on its humor list.

Their daily newsletter lures eyeballs to the mag itself.

 

Finally found out why the fish weren't biting....

 

--manpage/facebook

 

"I got no place to play either..."

 

"People don't want the truth anymore. It's too messy. Keeps them up at nights. You practice anything a long time, you get good at it. You tell a hundred lies a day, it sounds like the truth...."
               --Denzel Washington, Safe House (2012)

The new zoo?

They stay out in the rain.

They don't hide from visitors.

They never need food or vets.

You never have to return them.

Lego pandas.

Just toast them a little

The coolest thing about writing a daily column for a big city newspaper--okay, boomer--was that nobody talked to me about what was in tomorrow's column, or today's, or yesterday's.

For years, running on a hamster wheel, I had no time to be anything but grateful. Let me run. Type on, fool.

I thought of myself as the golden goose. Don't mess with the eggs. Plop! Another golden morning. Good Goosey.

But now, in my dotage, I realize the root of this benevolence.

No editor, copy desk toughie or manager ever wanted to answer "Yes" if asked: Did you know about this Page Six thing?

The answer had to be "Of course not. He's nuts. Nobody knows what he's doing. He's worse than Rimstead."

I guess Page Six amused The King.

Who The King was seemed a mystery.

But any gatekeepeer who might have said "Hey Dunf, what BS is running tomorrow in your endless slagheap?" knew they were definitely not The King.

I didn't know who The King was either.

That was the beauty part.

I was always self-editing to please The King.

Be careful. Be funny.

Only Weeniegate prompted a crisis. 
And such a small one.

Page Six had an item about a weenie roast, in which the tagline was a hope that nobody burned their weenie.

"It has to be weiner," a guy who was Not The King instructed.

"But when you cook hot dogs at a campfire, isn't it a weenie roast?" asked the Page Six typist, twin to the sad little man who hid behind the Wizard of Oz.

"You can't say burned their weenie."

"Who says weiner roast?" I asked.

"A weiner is a hot dog, Dunf. A weenie is the other thing."

"No, a weenie is both of them. That's the joke."

"It has to be weiner if it's hot dogs."

"But no kid calls them weiners."

"Weenies is not going in the paper. It's offensive."

I should have snarked: "What about Lubor Zink?"
I'm glad I didn't. Maybe The King liked him too.

The result: a two line item about a weiner roast, in which for no apparent reason, we hope nobody burns one. Whatever.

This was way before the Internet, boys and girls.

Long before revenge blogs, infinite clickable research and powerful fantasies.

So I submit the following to The King.

Google search ...

. Weeny is an adjective meaning tiny.

. Weenie is a frankfurter, or a man's penis, or a weak and socially inept person.

. Weiner is a frankfurter, or a man's penis, or a weak and socially inept person.

. Weener has only one meaning, a boy's penis.

So changing my weenie to weiner was just as smutty.

And a waste of all our time, My King!

Off with that meddler's head.

Vengeance is mine.

Plop!

A good goose just can't stop.

Coming soon: What to do with a pail full of mice

Small world

"If you wash your hands too much, look what happens"

Nope, nobody knows nuthin'

z
Takeaways:
. Nobody knows nuthin'
. Trump knows nobody knows nuthin'
. Obama knew everything.

what's next

Indeed

Or just levitate

You can't un-see this

 Condo kisses and alien dreams....

Meet the creepy insect man

Newly installed at Redpath condos

Story at

https://www.blogto.com/arts/2020/06/creepy-alien-sculptures-have-toronto/

 

Ask her a question

                                                Jonathan Ernst/Reuters

How does Trump's press secretary spew bile and bumpf 

so quickly? Check out Kayleigh McEnany's crib sheet. 

 It includes the following tabs: ABSURD, BLM, BALLOT, CASES, CDC, CHINA, COVID, EARLY, ECON, ELECTION, FLYNN, GOLF, GOYA, HATCH, HATE, HEALTH, HOGAN, KARL, LGBT, LIES, MARY, MASKS, MEDIA, MUELLER, OBAMA, PPE, PRIVIL, REOPEN, RUSSIA, SCHEDUL, SCHOOL, STATUES, STONE, SYSTEM, UNIVER, WINS. 

"There are a few other tabs too, that aren't quite readable," CNN's Brian Stelter posts,"though one appears to say FAUCI. Another seems to say TEST."

meth mask

Tim Hamilton/New Yorker

Cereal of the stars

Good for the gut.
Or whatever.

FLASHBACK: When Toronto was music city

Joey DeFrancesco (Organ), Guido Basso (Flugelhorn), 
Vito Rezza (Drums), Lorne Lofsky (Guitar)

Once upon a time, not that long ago,
many of the best and busiest session musicians 
in the world called Toronto home.

So much radio, TV, commercial, club work, 
you can't even count the guys' gigs.

Here's a flashback to that time, one I revisit 
almost monthly. Four celebrated players plunked at 
Phase One Studios. Picking the tunes they'll jam.
Once. No do-overs. Recorded in one take.
For a CD and DVD called One Take. I own both.

My Romance is at the heart of any musical songbook. 
But this goes well beyond any expectation....

Eleven minutes circa 2004, the day it was recorded.
Historic heart ... toss a pebble into our polluted pond.

Jeez, Guido.
Jeez.

Cool tweets

It's 7/11. Sad.

The Hamilton POLKA?

z

Weird Al Yankovic riffs Hamilton, the musical, as a polka.

And what does creator Lin-Manuel Miranda make of it?

 https://youtu.be/G8kIQ9i1bfY 

Now you don't need to give Disney a penny.

                              My fave new T-shirt

If you go down to a Paris pub today ...

 

you'd better not go alone

lake moon

 

Evan Croskery‎

Drunken bears terrorize Paris

Demanding rum tea with honey & croissants

Drinking with The Inflatables

Three celebrated bars have been Toronto Sun hangouts, 
after the Little Paper first moved to 333 King Street East. 
In sequence....
Hoofer's, a block away with Lurch in the basement cave.
Then came Crooks, a little to the west, ring-mastered by  cop-turned-barbud and True Blues Bro Richard Kruk.
And last to host daily crews of Sun newshounds, party animals and high-functioning drinkers, Betty's.
The last pub still exists.
A pal sends a link to a story on it.
Betty's is suddenly full of balloon people.
I fear for the Dominion.

Story at
https://www.blogto.com/eat_drink/2020/07/toronto-pub-blow-up-dolls-tables/?fbclid=IwAR3U1bCsbZoOdJy1IVnB52HyjO_qbyecTNwQC-dYVPknvNdYmuEYRJfqwWo

"Not the 5th, not the 3rd it’s the 4th. Not a lot of people know that”

Happy hats

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