Julia Fabian

This summer I’m saying fuck it to slaving away and missing all the fun. If I want to take the full 12 days of Bluesfest off, I’m doin’ it.

I’m not trying to imply that the guy selling you your bag of chips and chocolate milk is corrupt and untrustworthy; after all, corner stores have been selling tobacco products for a long time and they seem to be doing fine at that. But taking the power out of the hands of a regulated liquor control board seems to me about as smart an idea as taking the police off a case they are the best qualified to solve.

I send out the following message to those grumpy people who seem to feel entitled to complain endlessly about this bout of nasty weather: Please stop. We are all travelling on the bus with you; we all have chunks of snow dripping into our socks; if you look closely, you will see that our eyelashes are just as frozen as yours. Snow, like death, unites all people.

With quality TV programming like Full House and YTV’s Hit List; dial-up modems; music from Nirvana, Alanis Morissette, and Britney Spears; and fashion greats—who needed a belt, when you had a sweater to tie around your waist?—the ‘90s were years like no other.

My hair was too long to be short and too short to be long, and I looked more like Ashton Kutcher than I cared to admit. But is that any grounds for rudeness?

When it comes to relationship advice, Di Daniels isn’t the only Fulcrum writer who can dish it out. Recently, two editors got into a friendly debate about whether or not couples should be friends before dating. Neither editor was willing to budge, so they took to the opinions section to duke it out.

While friends and family usually top the list, here are a few more unconventional things people are grateful for.

The Fulcrum asks the students whether voters should fill in that little square if they don’t know why they’re doing it.

This guy seemed so angry at the perceived bladder-denying injustice that he felt he was perfectly within his rights to call me out on it—loudly.

They hit each other with sticks. They call each other names I can’t write in this paper. They all carry toy guns, even the toddler whose plastic shotgun drags on the ground because it’s a good six inches taller than he is.

Becoming familiar with the OC Transpo schedules, routes, and pitfalls will make your life a lot easier and ensure you get to enjoy all that this great city has to offer.