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gonna get silly and more than a little crusty: Total Chaos - Punk Invasion

How about a Countdown to extinction courtesy of Megadeth? High speed dirt - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOcVCqCNcII Not entirely sure, but I think that's some banjo in the brief acoustic interlude towards the end. Fun!

Hmm, perhaps Pat MaCroch?

A big congratulations to the lovely Dorinda! :)

When I think Harvest, I think of the album Fallow from The Weakerthans Confessions of a futon revolutionist

Sorry, this is going to be LAME! Lately, my biggest fantasy is: What if things hadn't gone so wrong with the one woman I would have sacrificed just about everything for? What if we still told each other we loved the other every day? Those thoughts occasionally flit through my head. I just have to remind myself to keep moving forward and still have a good time as often as I can!

And the gods keep ascending! Good work Mrrnice!

Wow! Now that you're all high and mighty, can we still be friends? ;) But seriously, well done dude! well done!

Well done Castle, congrats!

When I first started reading this thread I was thinking I wasn't really a collector. By the time I reached the last post that silly little delusion was shattered! Books - I'm pretty sure my bookshelf will collapse under the weight of all my books any day now. Records - I LOVE the resurgence of vinyl! Winnipeg has some great record stores that make collecting a little too easy Concert posters - Started nabbing flyers for local shows when I was in high school and kept doing it. I probably have enough to wallpaper my whole apartment. Beer Glasses - I love it when you get a free glass with a box of beer! As my cupboards will surely attest Star Wars stuff - I don't even actively seek most of it out, people just keep giving them to me which rules! Highlights include the original run of the Star Wars comics (whats up with Vader being an off colored green on the cover of the 1st issue??), A few belt buckles, and some classic metal lunch boxes. Wow, I'm lame! ;)

Wow, seeing all of these heart wrenching posts hits very close to home. I can't believe i'm about to dredge this up... Sorry folks, it's going to be a long post. When I was 19 my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was frightening but not intensely so. She was always so upbeat and certain that it was just a "speed bump" she had to roll over, and that attitude kind of rubbed off on me I guess. I realize now that she kept quite a few hard truths about her battle from me, otherwise I never would have left the province at age 21 for almost a year. She was so damned proud to see me branching out into a new, and life changing experience and she wasn't going to burden me with her own struggle. Towards the end of my time away from home she called to tell me there was nothing else the doctors could do, and yet she insisted that I needed to stay and see my journey to a close. Good lord! even in her darkest hour, she was looking out for my sorry behind! I agreed and waited impatiently for the day I could finally get on a plane and see my family again. The day finally came and I boarded what was quite possibly the longest flight in recorded history, all the while consumed with the thought of embracing my parents at the Winnipeg terminal. Quite possibly the worst sight of my life was rushing off the plane to find my father, standing alone and looking uncomfortable. He told me: It's bad kid, let's get home". My heart died a little at that moment. My mother had collapsed the day before. In less than a year, she had gone from a healthy, upbeat woman with some "bothersome temporary illness" to a near skeleton who could no longer walk or even sit upright without assistance. As I was the youngest, and biggest member of the family it was only natural that I should be the one who assisted with getting mom around the house... I can't describe the feeling of having to carry the emaciated, chemotherapy battered shell of ones own mother from room to room in the home that she paid for and raised you in. My aunt and I were moving her into a more comfortable position in bed one night. She died in our arms. I will never wish that on any living soul. Fuck me. I need beer. Good night.

SNMD Just call me Blind Foot Gumbo Dupree! Hmmm, it even kind of rhymes ;)

A slightly less hemorrhage inducing example which can be found here in Winnipeg

Apparently Boba Fett is expanding into the food and beverage industry

Sadly, It's not just the guys in FUBAR that seem to enjoy the word "Giv'er". I still hear it from time to time ;) As well, I'm not sure where this came from (hell, it could just be a weird one amongst my extended circle of friends), but another would be to "Gank" something. As in: Joe got up to use the washroom and Steve immediately ganked (stole, took) his spot on the couch. Apparently Pilsner brand beer comes in cube shaped boxes out in Alberta. An old friend of mine was from Lethbridge and always used to say he was going to the vendor (beer store) for a cube. Nobody would ever know what the hell he was talking about! Btw, we call the beer stores out here Vendors, or someties Offsales. What are they commonly called in the other provinces?

I always got a kick out of this gif :)

Having a total musical nerdfest today... God I love how many great, underrated bands have reformed in recent years! Okay... I'll keep it to myself now!

Thanks for all the laughs OD! It's nice to see there's no signs of slowing down :D

Sacrifice - Hiroshima Canadian thrash FTW! :D

Let me put it this way, If there is an afterlife, and some higher cosmic power, when I die that power is going to have a SHITLOAD of explaining to do! ;) That being said, I figure being dead will be the same as before I was alive. If that makes any sense...

A bit of the absurd: Chad Vader

Hmm, it seems I'm a bit late to this party, sorry about that! Welcome to CERB nonetheless playpal! Crappy news in regards to the funeral, never an easy thing.

Suicide Machines - New Girl