All I have to talk about today is paper. Starting with this month’s Explore. I’ve got a piece in there. If you want to start surfing, read all about it.
Next up – when I was home over the weekend my Grandma gave me a bunch of magazines from the 60s. All about the provinces and no love for the territories. What’s up with that? Seriously. I guess 2/3 of them have only been part of the country for over a century.
ANYWAY, the provinces. It’s not their fault. Let’s not blame them. They’re amazing. Want to see?
Perfect. I was just wondering if Jack Benny was really that stingy…
The magazines reminded my Dad that he had the last-ever issue of the Toronto Telegram, so he gave me that too.
Most of the news in the last-ever issue of the paper was about how it was the last-ever issue of the paper. A lot of the ads were too, including those from the competition, who couldn’t wait to beat that horse. But Klassy-like. The way the Sun still does things today (I’m placing the blame for this burn 100% on the…shoulders…of the Sunshine Girl).
Who needs spelling and grammar know-how when you’re blinded by a birght, new, forceful format anyway? I like to think some vengeful Telegram staffer dropped that typo in on purpose. Maybe the same ad man who put together this sweet fashion advertorial.
Don’t worry – they have fashion for women too, as evidenced by this article about what the ladies would be sporting in the year 2000.
(I’m wearing this one right now)
There was also a ridic Dear Abby where a cheated-on woman wrote to ask if she should leave her philandering husband. Abby asked her to ask herself a ton of quesitons about what a good guy he is, you know, aside from the litany of affairs.Ummmmm…
Oh yeah, and there was this piece patting us on the back for scoring Jane Jacobs:
Wow she always looked awesome/exactly the same.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to power up my hovercraft boot and head to the Spectator.
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