Pique'n Yer Interest

The story of the maligned American traveller replacing the stars and stripes on his overstuffed backpack with a maple leaf patch has been told and retold so many times at this point that it's practically become Canadian folklore.

I'm riding shotgun on the freeway in an SUV with an angry looking bald man. This being London, I sit on the left. My new friend — not sure what his name is — slides me a gun across the dash of our ride.

Obnoxious people aren't going anywhere. In fact, the easiest way to spot an obnoxious person these days is to find anyone making a concerted effort to brand someone else as obnoxious. Checkmate, dammit.

The cultural sector in Canada — performance arts, visual arts, music, museums, historical monuments and more — generated $25 billion in taxes for all levels of government in 2007 off government subsidies of just $7.

In 1970, I was a nerdy 13 year-old Grade 8 student who eagerly embraced the leaps our country was making in modern internationalism under the government of Pierre Elliot Trudeau.

Do you have faith in the political vision of Deez Nuts? At least a small percentage of Americans do, according to polls conducted last month. In one such poll, Mr.

Hanging out for a weekend at Pemberton Music Festival in July made me realize I'm not a young man anymore. That seems to be a recurring theme when I'm in this space.

Well kids, time to look in again at what those crazy campaigning Cons are up to.

How many grammar Nazis does it take to screw in a light bulb?...... Too. Uh-oh. Fourteen words into this column and I am already in trouble.

As an underemployed college student in my early 20s, my work life consisted primarily of a series of profoundly uninteresting retail jobs.