Month: January 2003

WHAT? A Bag comic? That’s right folks, on the eve of the New Year that matters to the WAMBAG (because of the monetary incentive of course), we’re hitting y’all with a new Bag. And with the change of years comes changes to the Bag. What changes, you say? I’m not one to make promises I

While wondering where the hell my weekly fixes of Andy Ritcher and 24 were, I innocently and unintentionally stumbled onto President Bush’s State of The Union Address or whatever shimmy shack it’s called. Turns out it wasn’t really that hard to miss, considering how it was on like 6 channels. But being Canadian, and a

Nobody cares but just in case you do.

When will the US learn that mutants have rights too?! Down with the bigotry.

You thought we had finally left…but WERR BACK BIOTACHES!!!!!!!!!!11111111oneoneoneoneone Oh yeah? OH NO!!! That’s right babees – you can’t hold us down. The government can’t hold us down. Rogers LITE can’t hold us down. No one can hold us down. I’m excited. Can you tell? And thus, we’re back…at the exact same address. So really,

It was cold today. So very cold. Can’t wait for summer. Thanks to all those who offered us a home (…actually just the Baker and P-Diddy) – but no thanks. Me and Emu got something completely insane to settle that particular problem. And when we figure out what it is, we’ll let you know. Everyone

When I found out that the top ten winners of Mix’s Songwriting Contest aired last night, I knew I had to tune in. I was expecting budding young artists with twangy guitars and out of tune pianos singing into cheap handheld tape recorders in their parent’s garages, but instead all the winners sounded just like

This made my jaw drop. Yes, yes, I play this game; it was an integral part of my childhood — it shaped my logic, my vocabulary and my imagination. Now sure, I haven’t played much since grade nine, but since then I have indulged in this guilty pleasure more often than you’d think. When I

I just spent the last hour or so restringing my guitar while listening to Nas. Tuning up each string to the appropriate pitch was quite a stress-inducing exercise. (3 weeks ago, I was replacing an E string on the church guitar, and as I cranked it up it exploded and almost stabbed me in the

I don’t like fire. No sir. (Check out the “English Rose”)