I bet he'd stop staring at your breasts if he was dead.

I wouldn't call Chris Murphy an asshole; I would've done the same thing if I was in his situation... oh, wait... right.

I always did like that song.

You know we actually did quit Gretzsky after he left. We did win a cup without him you know.

I say slap him and then look bewildered and ask him if that was a cultural faux pas. Or play like him and stare at his junk while you are in conversation. eventually he will notice that the top of your head is where your face should have been. just a thought

"The Other Man" was one of Pretty Together's few good cuts, its backstory a beauty of Canadian indie folklore; as it supposedly goes, bassist Chris Murphy started seeing this Calgary-born singer/songwriter named Leslie Feist (whom you may know simply as Feist) --- who also happened to be, at that same time, seeing this fellow named Andrew Whiteman from Broken Social Scene. Breakups go down, things get messy, a couple more people think Chris Murphy is an asshole, and then out comes this song about no one understanding "the other man." It might seem awfully arrogant, but it's also compelling in a way that a lot of Sloan's recent material hasn't been.

from: http://www.cokemachineglow.com/reviews/sloan_asides2005.html

-A city that has two Ferrari 430 Modenas is not a cultrual wasteland! I like to see how many Modenas Toronto has... Oh wait none! The owners went bankrupt and had to sell them!

-If you can't slap him can you force a submission hold on him? I hear tazers are pretty good for behavioural modification.

oh, for goodness' sake. really. "a cultural wasteland that fun forgot" puh-leeze. do we not have the largest Fringe festival outside of Edinburgh? do we not have a rather enormous collection of theatre and art galleries as compared to our population? are we not a major stop on most concert tours? i'm sorry the Toronto Sports Network has failed to notice. just one more example of the inability of TO folks to notice things that happen outside their little bubble.

I know, that's unfair, but given the experiences i've had with our own torontonian in the lab, i'm starting to feel that the stereotypes might actually - in part - be true. everything's him him him, he's even whined about the lack of help he's gotten on his project, even though he's not a grad student yet, and he's supposed to be a lab monkey working on others' projects at whim, like me. yet, (not) surprisingly, that's not the part that ticks me off the most... it's the fact that he doesn't talk to me, he talks solely to my breasts. if you want to earn the respect of any female, do not do that. not that i think any of you guys need that advice, you're all socially aware and capable enough to know not to do that. i'm really getting to the verge of violence with him. because how, exactly do you broach that subject other than outright saying it?

actually, that's a good thing to ask advice on, how do you get someone to realise that what they're doing is incredibly insulting? and/or how do you make them stop staring at your boobs every time they see you? ... without slapping them?

No one ever prized the Canadian Press on subtlety:

The playoff run has been a tonic for a city that is now bursting with petro-dollars and on track to become a world-class centre for medicine, but has traditionally endured snide asides as a cultural wasteland that fun forgot and one that couldn't quit Wayne Gretzky long after he rode off to Los Angeles.

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