Toronto Diary - April 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011

Your daily dose of schadenfreude

Did you know that a scientific study has proven that daily feelings of schadenfreude (taking pleasure in other people's pain) boosts endorphins and is linked to a decreased risk of cancer? That's because it's a complete lie. Totally pulled that out of my ass. Sorry to get your hopes up.

Anyway, chances are a little schadenfreude here and there won't do a hell of a lot for you, but it's still fun to laugh at stupid people doing stupid things. With that in mind, here's a video of Justin Bieber getting egged at his concert to help you get through your day. Normally, I'd say it's mean to laugh at a 17-year-old getting egged, but just remember: he inflicted that fucking "Baby" song on the world. That kind of crap was not derived from a human mind. Clearly, he is some sort of demonic hell-beast raised from the depths to annoy the world to death. I have a $50 bill right here that says his stupid Lego hair is meant to hide the 666 on his forehead. Someone weigh him against a duck just to be sure!

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Friday, April 29, 2011

The entire royal wedding summed up in one picture

I didn't bother staying up late/waking up early to watch the royal wedding, because like any sane person, I refuse to get up at 3am for the privilege of watching two pretty but kinda useless people get married on the taxpayers' dollar. That being said, it sure as hell didn't stop me from being inundated with a constant barrage of tweets and Facebook updates about how gorgeous Kate Middleton looked. (As my one courtesy to the couple: she did look amazing. There, I've said my peace.) I figured I might as well post something here as my tribute to the happy couple: for the life of me, I couldn't decide between Princess Beatrice's hat or this picture of what appears to be, but for legal reasons I must point out IS NOT, Kate Middleton consummating the marriage with a good ol'-fashioned beej in front of a small, incredibly disappointed child. Clearly, that three-year-old is not impressed with her technique. "You call that a hummer? I've seen less tooth looking a gift horse in the mouth, YOU WHORE."

But if I posted that picture, I wouldn't have time to post a picture of Princess Beatrice's hat! And what a hat it is! I may be reaching for straws here, but I'm, like, nine percent sure that what she's wearing is meant to look like either a pretty bow or some sort of Japanese tentacled sex monster. It's a toss-up. All I know is that she's probably wearing it to distract people from her face, which isn't so much a "face" as it is a giant pair of eyeballs and a gaping maw smooshed onto a head. I'm not saying she's terrifying to look at; I'm just saying her face looks the way God's mocking laughter sounds.

In lieu of choosing between the two, I hastily photoshopped (okay fine, I used MS Paint. Happy?!) both pictures together into the terrifying image you see above: a disembodied head/Japanese sex-topus watching as Prince William gets a royal blowjob while a small child criticizes them. If that's not the most accurate representation of the biggest media story of the year, I don't know what is.

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Put it on your wish list: the Chinese blowjob machine

I'm not sure what surprises me more about this: that someone has finally built a beej machine or that it isn't from Japan.

Yes, not content with their Chinese finger traps, China is now offering the Chinese cock trap. It's called the Sperm Collector, and much like a Treasure Island Media model, its sole purpose is to suck dicks. You know, because no harm can come from sticking a sensitive, blood-filled organ into a machine that doesn't understand the phrase "PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP! I THINK YOU JUST BROKE MY DICK."

Anyway, the good news is that if you're looking for some oral and you don't want to deal with any of that "human interaction" bullshit, which everyone seems to be so fond of, you can now buy your own blowjob machine for the low, low price of $2,900 (which would buy you almost 20 real blowjobs from a rentboy)!

If oral isn't your thing and you're more into anal, there's also this new gadget from Sony that fucks you five ways to Sunday then leaks all your personal information on the internet! You may have heard of it: it's called the PlayStation 3.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The 10 gayest moments from last night's Glee

Last night, Glee grabbed the nipple clamps of fabulousness and cranked it up to 11. What resulted was the gayest gay to ever gay a gay on television (GAY!). For 90 minutes, Glee brought the rainbow hammer down on prime-time television with an entire episode dedicated to Lady Gaga's "Express This Way"... I mean "Born Yourself"... I mean FUCK! Anyway, what better way to summarize last night's queer tour de force than by counting down its 10 gayest moments? Let's break it down:

#10 - Finn and Mike's dance number

After delivering a hand square to the centre of Rachel's annoying face, Finn has to face the fact that he dances and emotes like cardboard. The solution: dancing with Mike Chang! Despite not containing a single gay character, it just barely inches onto the list by the sole virtue of its being two muscular jocks dancing together. Also, is it too much to ask that they stop writing lines for Harry Shum Jr and just start making him communicate via interpretive dancing? Make it happen. 

#9 - Dave Karofsky cruises Sam

In an attempt to win the title of prom queen and get Brittany back, everyone's favourite bitchy cheerleader, Santana, decides to start dating Dave as part of some long, convoluted plot to win votes. But TWIST! Santana spots Dave checking out Sam's ass like it's last call at Woody's and concludes without the shadow of a doubt that Dave is playing for the winning team. And as it turns out, he's an ass-man. Who knew?

#8 - Brittany's "Lebanese" shirt

One part of the glee club's assignment this week is to come up with shirts emblazoned with something about themselves that they're teased for. Naturally, Brittany makes one for Santana with "Lebanese" written across the chest, which clearly should have read "Lesbian." Sadly, Brittany wasn't given a lot to do this week other than to have Santana pine over her in a bitchy fashion, but it's a solid joke that even manages to out-gay Kurt's "Likes Boys" shirt. By the way, how long until those start popping up in American Apparel and Urban Outfitters stores? And do they come in a small?

#7 - BARBRA STREISAND! (Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo!)

The previously mentioned bitchslap to the shnoz left Rachel with the choice of getting a nose job while they were fixing everything up, so of course she spends the better part of the episode planning to retool her face. This, of course, leads up to a big flash-mob dance number in the mall to Duck Sauce's stupidly mesmerizing dance hit, "Barbra Streisand." What does a dance number to a song with no real lyrical content have to do with nose jobs? No idea, but Kurt wears a Stars and Stripes-inspired ensemble and werqs it like a drag queen lip-synching for her life, so it makes the cut.

#6 - Dave and Santana beard for each other

After realizing she'll never be able to get Dave to take a trip to downtown Santanaville, she decides to cut her losses and reel him into the oldest marriage of convenience in the books: the beard. It's just like a real high school romance, except it's a loveless sham that inevitably ends with both parties embracing their homosexuality... Okay, so it's exactly like a real high school romance. Bonus points for giving us the line of the night: "The only straight I am is straight-up bitch."

#5 - The hats!

Kudos to the wardrobe department on last night's episode, specifically on their use of hats. The headgear, from Dave and Santana's delightful red berets to Kurt's top hat or red pork-pie hat, contained enough vitamin G to make Fred Phelps shit a brick. *Slow clap*

#4 - "Kurt Hummel's back in McKinley!" 

And with the above line, everyone's favourite albino-skinned countertenor is back where he belongs. This might be just a tad premature, but I'm going to go ahead and list this as our generation's over-the-top "Donna Martin graduates!" moment. The only difference here is that, unlike Tori Spelling, Colfer is actually likable and doesn't look like one half of a donkey show.

#3 - Blaine and the Pips sing their goodbyes

Now that Kurt's back at McKinley, Blaine and the Dalton Warblers put together a goodbye number to Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know." And if I may, thank God they're gone. Blaine was a little too perfect to be real, and when you think about how many solos he got, I can only assume that he's some sort of iron-fisted overlord. At best, Dalton is a benign dictatorship that revolves around Mr Perfect, and at worst, it's a subservient cult that worships Blaine's eyebrows as a pair of angry, all-knowing gods that can strike down any student at a moment's notice. I'm assuming it's the latter.

#2 - "Born This Way"

What?! The Lady Gaga number they built an entire episode around, and it's only at number two?! Blasphemy! Well, the unfortunate part is that while the cast did a perfectly good job with the song, it's kind of indistinguishable from the original. Not only that, but they completely left out any mention of the queer community in the song, which is sort of the fucking point of the song. I mean yes, it's a show on Fox, so chances are they need to appeal to the broadest audience possible, but that's like covering Rihanna's "Umbrella" and leaving out any mention of umbrellas.

#1 - "As If We Never Said Goodbye"

Well, what did you expect? You can't give Chris Colfer a Broadway number from Patti LuPone and expect it to come off straight as an arrow. I mean, really – the key necklaces, the literal cardboard trees, the almost Beyoncé-esque weave-pat halfway through the song... All understated, but all just over-the-top enough to land this in the number one spot.

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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I, for one, welcome our feisty new overlords

Hello, gay Torontonians! That's what you're calling yourselves now, right? Torontonians? Good.

By now you've probably noticed a few teensy little changes here on Toronto Diary. Specifically, after more than a year of tireless blogging, Aubrey Laufer has gone on to greener pastures. So now you're all stuck with me.

When Matt Mills first offered me the oh-so-cushy gig of blog writer, my mind wandered off to the champagne wishes and caviar dreams that is the blogging lifestyle. But then: HORROR. You see, the internet is a fickle place. One minute, your [coughing/sneezing/laughing] [baby/puppy/kitten/prairie dog] video is the toast of the blagonets, and next thing you know, everyone is watching two girls shart and puke into a cup while everyone on the internet literally tries to hate you to death. That is not a joke: a small contingent of self-righteous film junkies think I'm gay Hitler.

But eff that noise; I took the job anyway. If you're reading this and your first thought is "Everything is slightly different and I hate you," well simmer down, teapot. I'm still going to bring you the best that the internet and Toronto have to offer. Just think: Gossip! News! Adorable videos! And contests with prizes! Fabulous prizes! (Note: There will be no prizes. EVER.) Point is, the only thing that's changed is that there's a slightly more naked person writing this thing now, and I think we can all agree, a little skin makes almost everything better. Almost

Anyway, as my welcoming gift to you, here's a video of a dog freaking the f*ck out over a duckling because, you know, tiny adorable animals are a nice way to say hi, right? Exactly!

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