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Some mp3 blog I was reading the other day made the interesting observation that you can rate an acts magnitude by their stock in the remix economy. Justice, Klaxons, and Chromeo all prove the point. By that logic I think we all know who owned 2007.

The unapologetically infectious "crank that" spawned rug rat, lion king, spiderman, spongebob and aquaman spinoffs among others. That's just the kitschy shit too. Panda Toes has a big list of legit remixes right HERE.

Oh, happy holidays.

prime chip

This group is great news.

hotclique home for the holidays

They don’t have smoking lounges here in the Toronto airport. Actually, I don’t think they have them in any Canadian airport, but I guess that’s beside the point because right now I am in Toronto and right now I want a smoke.

I was supposed to be in Vancouver hours ago. I was supposed to be in Montreal hours ago but that didn’t turn out. And now I’m waiting in Toronto.

At airports they don’t seem to give a shit about you. They do seem to give a shit about being bitched at and you can’t really blame them. I’ll smile as genuinely as I can and tell them I appreciate how hard they’re working considering the hectic situation. But really, as I’m breaking a sweat doing wind sprints back and forth between check in and baggage check and security check, I don’t feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for me.

I – AM TRYING – TO GET HOME – TO MY SON

Not my son. But cold beer, missed friends, and tacos are just as comforting. I guess I have to wax nostalgic about my cherished holiday movies. It’s a coping mechanism. Too bad I’m not fortunate to be rescued by John Candy and a bunch of “polka guys”.

The bank account suffered a drought approximately a day and a half ago. I just ate five ketchup packets mixed with a couple hot sauce packets. A throwback to the summer I spent as a pseudo climbing bum in Squamish.

LIVE UPDATE! aka not live update because wireless internet costs $9.95 at this airport. No facebook and no smoking. This is suffering. Oh, the update is that my flight into Vancouver just got delayed another two hours.

LIVE UPDATE 2! I’m here now. Unfortunately, I missed Steve and Gabe (and the savory tacos they concoct) but I hope that we’ll be able to connect on the other side of the break. The good news is that my mother managed to transfer some cash to me and I was able to lick my wounds with 20oz glasses of beer while waiting, moping.

No school now, fun now, CHRISTMAS NOW!

winter hang-out

With school on pause for a few short weeks, HotClique is reunited to smash and grab. Can you say SHENANIGANS? I know I can. DING DING DING! Watch out for some wild stories and busy nights.

hell'of punch in the guts with a metal exam slamming your guts

There is a hell of winter going on out there. The boys I work with got called to another site to pour some 'crete in sloppy snow; I showed up on our site after the last exam of my first semester at university, to find it devoid of my spitting, coughing and cussing co-workers.

Moving a stack of ply from one area to another gave me time for reflection. I didn't use it; instead, I thought first about how tedious this process was. At the halfway mark, after moving twenty boards or so, I sorta got over that. Them boards gotta get over to the other side of the house son, and you might as well be the one doing it. So when I finished I ate some soup while sitting in the lunch room. It's warm in there, with two microwaves, a mini-fridge and many nails to hang your gear on.

The two rental pneumatic jack hammers are still there, there is more concrete to be banged and jacked up. It is a trying process: the tool weighs sixty pounds and is awkward; the vibration, a personal earthquake. Your teeth chatter and your brain leaks out your ear. It's much harder to do for an extended period of time than a decent term paper.

I want to hand in a jack hammer to a professor and tell him that this is what killed my scholastic abilities.

Bangalter's bangin'

lurked by Chris at Tipz

at-lantic

in unfortunate relation to bad music

This has been around for awhile but if you didn't know you might find it interesting.

PostSecret

still D.A.V.E

It has been over a month since I have written anything for HotClique. What have I been doing during this time?

I’ve slowly dripped back to resting on my slacker laurels. I shout “crunch-time baby” at the television, football playing, though I know nothing about the sport. Still I’ll arrange diatribes on Brett Favre and march about the room making grand proclamations. What the fuck is a passing average?

I’ll meticulously apply Franks Red Hot sauce to every morsel I manage to scrounge. Alas I am broke, but that’s not really a worry - my freeloading skills are well honed. Down to my last two toonies I managed to consume half a colt45, half a liter of white wine, three and half beers, one glass of gin and juice, five cigarettes, a couple bong hits, a grilled cheese and a piece of pizza in a single evening. Now that’s crunch-time.

My whining is mostly unfulfilled. I know I’m responsible for my woes and am not looking for anyone to hold my chin up.

As of this writing I have three late papers to complete. They’ve been put off and put off again as has publishing anything for this website. But I know the semesters almost over and I don’t want to regret anything and I’ll want to start fresh next semester and follow through with all the “I’m going to do this differently” promises I’ve inevitably started making already.