So a group of foreigners decided to get together in 2000 and form a band that sounds like the British accented, murmuring, keyboard-board playing, facts of life singing, 80’s bands of yesteryear (all going on while they were just barely old enough to watch the actual Facts of Life). Now what you’ve got is a Swedish throwback to the glory days of women with too much hairspray, plastic hoop earrings, red lipstick, cocaine residue on their noses, and sex in back rooms surrounded by neon lights. Actually, this all sounds suspiciously familiar — maybe I’m not thinking about the 80’s at all, but instead: That Hooker From This Afternoon. Well anyhow, perhaps they’re just more like New Order, Joy Division, Echo & The Bunnymen. Good thing I don’t write for any publication that actually cares what you say or how you sound when trying to be in-the-know on any given subject. Go boobies!

Still, by The Mary Onettes

I don’t know anything about the 80’s either, I was too busy learning to pee,

Edward H.

Huzzah! I just checked. We haven’t posted anything since March 14th. But why would we have? Those guys that still live up in Whistler don’t film or do anything other than ride by themselves in the park and sit at Mogul’s for hours on end waxing intellectual and judging every single passerby. Oh, except… once a year, every year, on a magical weekend up in the small remote forest town of Whistler, Robjn “Toby!” Taylor dusts off his life camera to make a run at the 72 hour Film Festival. A lovely little film festival hosted by all kinds of do-good companies with slogans like, “If this were a communist country, we wouldn’t have events like these!” Give it up for democracy, kids! Because if this were a communist country, you wouldn’t have websites like this! … That post once every few months… If that.

To each according to his needs, from each according to his ability! Now I bring you a video for the people, by the people! Arbitrarily Pear!

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Arbitrary that the pear is red? Perhaps!

Mikee

P.S. Oh yeah… It also won the festival. See you next year, Toby!

The other day was Robjn’s birthday. So in celebration of himself, he paid our filmer a little extra gravy on the side, unbeknownst to us, to only film him. While pretending to carry on filming, he would stop recording whenever any of us were riding. Sadly, kids, we were all performing magnificent feats never before maneuvered on a snowboard. But I guess now you’ll never know. When confronted about this, Robjn didn’t even deny it, but instead claimed, “Well, yeah, it’s my birthday.” Because that’s the kind of guy he is.

Touche, Robjn. Touche!