Slurpees and Murder Record Club: She Will Love You and Leave You High and Dry (or, 1987 Just Was Not a Year for Lookin' Good)

Hello, everyone, and welcome to another edition of the Slurpees and Murder Record Club! Are you all set for the long weekend? Not yet, you ain't!

Get ready to kick it like it's 1987:

KEEP CALM AND BLAME FILMON (or: 1999 Was Fourteen Years Ago and You're About to Feel Really Old)

Good morning, readers, and welcome t--BOO!



AHH, OH GOD, AHHHHH--haaaaa ha ha ha ha, oh man, I got you good, you should've seen the look on your face

Yes, today we're taking a look back -- way back -- at everyone's favourite go-to boogeyman, Manitoba's nineteenth Premier, The Honourable Gary Albert Filmon. It is possible, perhaps, that you have forgotten the horrors and atrocities of the Gary Filmon government; it was long enough ago, after all, that much of the story remains only in legend and lore.

The Gary Filmon government, to be perfectly precise, officially ended on October 5th, 1999. So let us take you back:

Awesome Old Cars, Human-Dinosaur Coexistence, and I Guess Our Premier Only Owns the One Casual Outfit: Here's the Gimli Islendingadagurinn 2013 Parade (56K Modems, Prepare to Die)

And here we are again! It took a little longer than I'd hoped to pull everything together -- always something to be done, y'know how it is -- but a week is a not altogether terrible turnaround, as I'm sure you'd agree if you could see my metaphorical digital cutting room floor of photograph choices.

There was, as always, a whole lot of different stuff packed into the parade; this gallery runs an initial twenty-one megabytes and increases by volume depending on how many images you care to enlarge, so if you have an older internet connection you may wish to towel it down intermittently to keep it from catching fire.

For comparative purposes, should you feel the impulse, the image gallery of last year's parade can be found here.

Onward, then! Much like last year, the Parade escaped with far better weather than the rest of the festival got, and the audience size reflected this appropriately:







Hark! In the distance there you should be able to make out a pace car, which leads the runners and formally kicks off the parade.

The Last Month Hasn't Really Been Great For Me

If you don't follow me on Twitter, or you haven't been within earshot of me in real life lately, you may have wondered about my disappearance from the online sphere as late. (I mean, besides the eight posts a week on the other blog. Not counting those. You get what I mean.) So I figure I'll give you the short version, because the long version would be significantly more miserable.