A “barf in your mouth” moment brought to you by Le Clown. Remember the post about Sara and Le Clown’s first date? Shame on you. The date lasted 24 hours, and as the sun was about to set, it was time to drive my future wife-to-be back to her 230 square foot flat. Back then, Le … Continue reading
Fuck. I’m sitting at my desk and I want to write a post about John Lurie. I want to tell you how much I laughed watching his show Fishing with John. There’s a nagging inner voice shouting “they won’t care, Le Clown… It’s too niche… It’s also Easter… Move on… Go have fun with the … Continue reading
“And he commanded the clouds from above and the doors of Heaven were open. Le Clown set one foot in, and the Lord’s trolls devoured him alive, make-up and red plastic nose.” Le Clown Bible - Psalm 78:23. Writing about a White Jesus on Palm Sunday doesn’t make you friends on the blogosphere. God and bloggers are tight … Continue reading
“This is the first time I have ever visited a city where you can’t throw a stone without breaking a church window” – Mark Twain, 1881 (on Montreal) Before I was born, the Catholic Church rivaled the Montreal Canadiens in popularity. Jesus couldn’t have been more revered in The City of Saints even if he wore … Continue reading
2008. It’s started with the bottom feeders, online, via Plenty of Fish. I stumbled upon (stalked) her profile on a stormy August evening (more like a clear, mundane August evening). I, The Clown, a thirtysomething soon to be divorced handsome man, father of a 4-yr old boy, shipwrecked in Suburbialand, with a kick-ass PoF profile, … Continue reading
Sundays suck on WordPress. I don’t care what anyone says, i.e. God taking a lazy ass day off as he “worked sooo hard” to create the world – Sunday is a day to catch up on things, i.e. sitting at your desk and reading A Clown on Fire, for example. Right? This week, it’s been … Continue reading
While watching The Awakening this week, my wife told me it was ok to have a crush on Rebecca Hall. I don’t know where she got that idea, really… I mean, I know I have exquisite taste in wom[e]an, and I might did breath heavy one time or two during the movie when Rebecca Hall … Continue reading
When you are 107 years old like me, you use words like: 4-track cassette, tube television, rotary dial telephone, adult diaper, U2, Bengay® and rewind. You also start suffering from deafness and memory loss. When you’re 106, everything is hunky dory… One morning, you wake up, you’re older, you look at your wife sleeping, and … Continue reading
They are! I mean, how else could Justin Vernon and co. win a Grammy Award for Best New Artist when they’ve been around for years already… On this lazy, lazy, L-A-Z-Y Sunday (repeating lazy 3 times took everything out of me), here’s a live performance by Justin Vernon and Sean Carey [take the time to … Continue reading
No rest for the wicked on this Sunday… Scrub, scrub and scrub. See you all tomorrow. Chromatics does Neil Young. It was a one night stand thingy. Enjoy.