Seen and heard this month


What babe???

Lots of baby. My exposure to them has been limited up to this point, but because my 6 month old nephew is visiting for the month, it’s gone through the roof. I feed, sleep, sing, dream, and play baby.

Orange biscotti. Made this the other week to try out, and it turned out fairly well. With the chocolate, kind of like a cookie version of Terry’s Chocolate Orange.

This is Where I Leave You. I heard that it was a good movie, and you know what? It was! A pleasantly touching family-oriented movie featuring Tina Fey and Jane Fonda, minus the usual s[cr]appy schmaltzy stuff. I was especially surprised by Jason Bateman’s performance, because his role was so much more real and different from his usual dry and sarcastic characters.

Magic in the Moonlight. Ok, Woody Allen’s movies are not for everyone. But I happen to like the look of the 1920s (or any period piece movie for that matter), so automatically I would be into this sort of film. Not to mention… It’s set in the south of France. *swoon*. In the movie, not only have we got a magician (Colin Firth) trying to debunk a young psychic’s (Emma Stone) abilities, but we have plenty of (enviable) romping around the sunny French countryside, along with some hip 1920s parties going on. And while the idea of a 50+ man setting his sights on a 20 something young woman (and vice versa) may be somewhat unappealing, I still thought it was a cute movie. Come on… It’s Colin Firth. Exceptions can be made. I wonder how many women would make that exception?

Agent Carter. Oh me, oh my, we needed this tv show. It’s truly a breath of fresh air in the male-dominated world of action heroes. The best part? Peggy’s her own hero: she has her own kick ass fighting skills, rather than put-upon super powers. In a time where women had a second place in society, Agent Carter makes up for it. The second best part is that she does it in red lipstick and heels.

Francis. A creepy animated short I came across earlier this month. Interestingly enough, I went to the park that’s mentioned when I was 17 on a canoeing trip; it’s a good thing this video didn’t exist back then, otherwise I’d probably have been freaking out the entire time.

Currently reading: Jane Austen’s Persuasion. I’ve only read a few of Austen’s novels (P&P and Sense and Sensibility), and I found them to be somewhat of dense reads, but Persuasion I’m liking.

Heard: She and Him Classics. Hey, good music liiiiiiives.

A is for Apple. Ok, it’s not essential to listen to (it’ll give you ear worm!), but this is my nephew’s favourite tune, and therefore, I have been listening to it/singing it to him on a frequent basis. The good thing is–for me, anyway–it’s a tune I don’t really mind having stuck in my head.

Clearly, it’s a David Bowie in Labyrinth kind of day.


Resolutions I will be making vs resolutions I won’t be making

Remember this guy??

Welcome to 2015! I’ve declared this to be the year of living dangerously for me. And by that, I don’t mean dangerous, like bungee jumping (I’m not that kind of risk-taker), but taking bigger steps outside of my comfort zone limits, and just going for it. What I want is out there (much like the truth, but to a lesser extent), and I’m going to do my damnedest to reach for it. Any other potential resolutions are just doomed for a weeklong lifespan.

Resolutions I will be making:

-Not to overthink things, which I tend to do. A lot. (And then I will think to myself, ‘dammit stop thinking so much!’) My solution will be to take some deep breaths and get on with it.

-To do the splits. Or at least get really really really flexible.

-Colour my hair. The urge is back. That could mean something potentially dangerous, like turning my hair unintentionally orange. But that’s what test strands are for… Right?

-Taking more pictures. I try to get out my camera every so often, and once I start, it makes life a little more perky. And better yet, memorable. (Hey! This is what was happening in 2015! Whoa!)

-Read at least 50 books this year.

-Cut back on internet usage. (See above.)

Resolutions I won’t be making:

-Cutting out any kinds of food, because… Food.

-Making time to go bungee jumping.* (Duh.)

-Resorting to passive-agressive behaviour. (well, maybe the odd time…)

-Using the slang term ‘bae‘, because it’s annoying and overused. (At first I thought it was some sort of odd reference to Beyonce.)

-Same with ‘I can’t even‘. Can’t even—what??!

*Maybe one day, but it ain’t on my list of goals for 2015.

image from here and here

“Everything begins and ends exactly at the right time and place”

Hard to believe that we’ve made it to the end of 2014. So soon! For me, it’s been quite the year; full of leaps and bounds, new experiences, and a whole lot of changes (Not to mention a whole lot of firsts). Instead of sharing potential resolutions for 2015 (to which I go along with, but rarely keep), here are some interesting and/or weird events that defined 2014 for me:

-Got my first internship gig at a magazine publication, which also coincided with me getting my first gig at a radio station at the same time. (I learned soon enough that working in a bustling radio station was not quite my forte as I would have hoped.)


This face!

 -I completed my first RAD intermediate foundation exam this December (the last time when I was a kid). As of yet, I still don’t know my marks, but whatever, I did it. (My body has never been so flexible as it has these been past few months. Love it!)


The movie “Picnic at Hanging Rock”. Eerie, but very well done.

-I scraped my knee for the first time in like, 20 years, and it hurt for a week. (A momentous incident.)


This pup became part of the family in November.

 -Speaking of which, who is this guy and where the hell did he come from??!!!


Tessa and Scott won silver at the Olympics and this is what they did. Brilliant.


I could not go without mentioning the most talked about movie of the year. Baby Groot! (Or rather, Guardians of the Galaxy)

-I went to the beach over the summer, which is another activity that I haven’t done in ages. Sand! Waves! Sunshine! Summer! 😦

-Thinking of the beach also reminds me of a particular incident that occurred sometime in August: my Dad and I would take the dog with us to the beach to enjoy the sand and water (and had a terrific time, I might add); at one point the dog did some ‘business’, but there were no trash cans around to dispose of it. Like the sensible citizens we are, we ended up taking the bag home with us in the car to put in the garbage when we got back. Needless to say, we forgot about it (can you see where this is going?). But for about a month afterwards whenever I went driving in the car, it smelled as though something had died. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what it was…… That is, at least until I pulled out a small black doggie bag from under the seat. Something had died alright:  the nearly two month old remains the dog’s dinner. Ladies and gentlemen, the story of 2014. #facepalm

-NBC’s televised musical of Peter Pan. I wanted to like it, I really did. But… It was pretty painful.  My favourite quote on it came from a tweet that read, “that sword fight was the Carrie Underwood of #PeterPanLive.” (And I still don’t quite know what to make of this.)


-I never thought I’d be able to remember the kings and queens of Britain… But I sure as hell do now.


-My repertoire of gifs, which I use at any given opportunity to convey emotion. It’s become a sick obsession, but I get so many kicks out of using them, and putting one in an email or a text to someone brings me so much bizarre joy.

-Oh, and I earned the title role of ‘auntie’ over the summer. (Boy, will I ever be an ‘aunt’ to this child.)

All of the things that happened this year will, weirdly enough, set the stage for 2015. What strange events will conspire, we will find out (sounds dramatic). All we can do is move forward, taking all that we’ve learned over the past year, and looking ahead at the new opportunities that will potentially come our way.

Happy New Year, and see you on the other side!

Thoughts on going to a Christmas concert for artists belonging to my parents’ generation

**Warning: read at your own risk of aging 50 years from this post**  

**Warning #2: may contain lethal amounts of talk about Justin Bieber, Christmas schmaltz and Donny Osmond. In the same paragraph.**

I’d never thought I’d be saying that I attended a Donny and Marie Osmond concert. Add Christmas to the mix, and by golly you’ve got yourselves a whopper of corny nostalgia overload.

And yet, I did; I lived to walk out of it unscathed. (Well, almost.)

You know you’re underage when half the people–generally women–around you are 40+ (my mom included). If you’re under 29, you’re considered a baby. (Better enjoy that while it lasts). At least I can say I knew some of their original hits… Well ok, maybe one. Puppy Love, anyone?

 And boy, were these women ever hot for Donny. Like, really. Throughout the show, they were practically climbing over the seats to give him hugs. If I didn’t know any better, they were the original Justin Bieber fans. (Beliebers, I think they’re called?) In fact, I’m pretty sure that he was the original J-Biebs. Though definitely on a far more innocent scale. I was listening to a woman seated behind me raving, “I’ve waited forty years for this! My first true love! I kept a poster of Donny on my wall, and I practiced kissing him for when we got married! I kissed him so often I wore his lips out!” Oy Vey. Even the women sitting next to me (a row of sisters) were going nuts.

But overall, it was kind of… Fun. Donny and Marie, in all their Christmas-y glory (It’s beginning to look a lot like….), make a great brother-sister dynamic. They certainly don’t hide their enjoyment of performing the classics (they also got a ton of laughs from the audience), and guess what? They made corny look it wasn’t corny. At all. And of course, their voices were top notch. Or I should say, pitch perfect.

Really, it’s always fun attending holiday shows like this.  A few years ago I was in New York and saw the Rockettes and was enthralled. (At the same time, NY’s Santa Con was happening too. Looking back, I wish I had a gone in for a beer with those people decked out in Santa and elf costumes). If you haven’t seen them and you want to be in New York near Christmas time one year, make a point of seeing the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. The dancer’s kicks go sky high. Or better yet, just visit New York around December.

Anything where festivities (and food) are involved is awesome.

And–I may as well admit it—Donny, even in his mid 50s, still has… A certain charisma. *flings self out the window.*

Life, as of late


It has been over two months since I last blogged. Halloween, to be exact. And now it’s December, and there’s already been two dumpings of snow, and Christmas music has been playing on the radio for sometime now. Talk about moving at lightning speed! I sort of have some excuses for not making updates (none of which involve writing term papers, thank god), and on the other hand, I sort of don’t. But I figured it was time to update, so here I am, and ready to stir things up. Starting with this past week, and working my way backwards:

When I haven’t been on the computer, most of my time during the past two months and beyond has been spent doing ballet, training for the RAD intermediate foundation exam. Usually it’s for younger students, but a bunch of us were doing it as adults. Training for a dance exam is intense, but when it’s ballet, it’s very intense. Lots of memorizing, lots of technical things to perfect, and of course, lots of sore muscles. To think this has been going on since August. It’s been fun, gruelling, frustrating… Often all at the same time. (Take this for example.)

Now that I think of it, with all this training, my body is in the best shape it’s probably ever been in. To keep it up would be phenomenal.

This past Tuesday was our big day, starting at 9(!!) in the morning. We had a male examiner, who was very British and very formal.  Not sure if it was because it was early, or because he was thinking of the long day he had ahead of him, but he wasn’t very cheery.  At least he gave us breaks in between to get water and catch our breaths. Then afterwards we (not including the examiner) all indulged ourselves at the Swiss Chalet nearby… Which is the thing to do after a life-changing exam. Now we just have to wait for our results in January.

But overall, it made for a good challenge to work up to. Now the question is whether I will decide to do the next level up of examinations…

And when dance hasn’t been consuming my time and my mind, movies and television have been (what else?). But mostly movies:

-namely, Interstellar, which was one of the trippiest fucking movies I’ve ever seen. (So trippy, in fact, that I had to use ‘fucking’ to describe it. And because it gave me a headache afterwards.)

-The other movie being Mockingjay; needless to say, the producers have yet to go wrong with it. That is, at least until a certain part comes up in the final movie (why oh why??), which will probably have people rolling over each other in the aisles (and not in the good way).

As well, just as of this week, the whispers of a editing job might be coming my way. If things work out (and I hope they do!), then it just might be the start of something good.

And to top off the past few months, the presence of a new (not to mention exceptionally cute) dog has been keeping me occupied.

Finally, to finish off for now, here’s a quote I’ve been thinking about lately:

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.

~Sylvia Plath

Live in the present, people!

My top pics for Halloween movies

Ghosts. Goblins. Witches. Oh my! Halloween is a wild time of year. The one day where you have the freedom to scare the pants of people also coincides with the day that you can dress as weirdly as you want to. When it comes to Halloween movies, there is no limit to being spooky… Or for that matter, weird. (Well, maybe there is.*) I have a few favourites, ranked by both weirdness and best lines. I’m not much of one for the jumpy scenes (and spillage of guts) in movies because I hate the anticipation of what’s to happen, so I go by the weirder ones.  Quoting movie lines are by far my favourite thing, especially when the scenario is right. Interestingly enough, these films freaked me out when I was kid (a lot of things did), but nowadays I  just get a kick out of re-watching them. So here they are, in no particular order or rating….

1. Hocus Pocus.


Plot: Revolves around three witches who are resurrected in the 20th century in time for Halloween by a silly teenager, who also happens to be–wait for it–a virgin. It involves a talking cat and a zombie, and an annoying little sister. How’s that for bizarre?

Best lines:

“Oh look, another glorious morning… Makes me sick!”

“Thackery Binx, what took you so long?” “Sorry Emily. I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light the candle.”

“I’ve always wanted a child of my own. And now I think I’ll have one…. ON TOAST!”

And this gem of a scene:

Quirky factor: 8/10

2. Sleepy Hollow.

I don’t put it past Tim Burton to skimp on weird movies. If there’s one of his films that I really really enjoy, it’s this one. The perfect combo of macabre and humour, Burton puts a great spin on the classic tale.


Also: Johnny Depp. Priceless as ever. (Can you hear his voice in your head?!)

Plot: Ichabod Crane arrives in Sleepy Hollow as an investigator to see about reoccurring beheadings. Calamity insures, and heads, do in fact, roll. And the blood!

Best lines: “Five bodies in four graves.”

“The Horseman comes! And tonight, he comes for you!”


“Kill it! No, no, stun it!”

Quirk factor: 7/10

3. Casper.

Aka, My first OTP.

Plot: Casper! The little ghost who just wants to be friends with everyone, but can’t seem to because he lives in this large mansion with his annoying uncles who have no problem with scaring humans off their property.  Enter Kat and her Dad, who travel around the country looking for paranormal activity, and are called to this place by a scheming lady. Major kudos for the CGI effects and grotesque humour (courtesy of Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso). I consider it quirky mainly for the reason that Casper and his uncles are blobs of transparent white stuff, with few discernible human features.

Best lines: “God, I’d kill for a pinkie.”

“There’s a girl… On my bed… YES!”

“You’re sweaty male construction types for Christ’s sakes!”

And for scenes like this.

Quirk factor: 6/10.

4. Beetlejuice


Ee-gads, Tim Burton again. This movie. Is wild.

Plot: A married couple who move into a new home (and die, shortly after) return as ghosts to scare away new owners. Enter… Beetlejuice, who is crazy crazy crazy and wreaks havoc on the living (as well as the dead). It stars a baby Wynona Rider, Alec Baldwin and Gina Davis. And of course, and pre-Batman Michael Keaton as… Well, you know. And what exactly is he anyway? Ghost, poltergeist, zombie? His appearance is enough to give anyone the willies. (Recently, I heard that there is to be a sequel?) Never the less, the movie is what we consider today a cult classic.

Nuff’ said.

Quirk factor: 10/10

5. The Addams Family.

CLASSIC. The Addams’ are so offbeat it’s incredible. While the sequel is pretty good, nothing really beats the first, does it?

Plot: We begin on the Addams family estate, where they are all one big happy/unhappy? family, albeit, sanz Fester (who went missing years prior). Then some con artists appear, including one who happens to look like Fester, and decides to pose as him to trick the Addams’ into getting their wealth. Witty and full of sass talking family members (especially Morticia and Wednesday), one cannot go wrong. And if they do, they better watch out or they might lose a body part.


Best lines: “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

“Don’t torture yourself Gomez. That’s my job.”

Happy Halloween!

Image from here, here, here

A pumpkin-spice flavoured October (or rather, this months’ run down)

If October had a definitive flavour, I’m pretty sure that would be it. (Given all the hype about that PSL from Starbucks. Which in fact, is not as good as it looks. Just saying.)

It’s a pleasant enough time–changing leaves, cooler weather, the gradual change from iced coffee to hot coffee, more time spent indoors… OH, and Thanksgiving! And then… Halloween. Even better.

It’s always interesting to compare the Canadian Thanksgiving with our American friends. For us, we’re going along with our daily routines, and suddenly it’s like, “Oh! Thanksgiving long weekend is coming up. I guess we better order that turkey! lol!” Then we have everyone over, or we go over to someone else’s place, and make a merry time of things. (Naturally there’s always lots of food, which I obviously adore.) I’m pretty sure that out of all our holidays, Thanksgiving is the most subdued. I mean, there may be one themed commercial about it, but otherwise it’s just… There. Then I see how Americans celebrate Thanksgiving later on in November, and it’s so festive: turkey! football! Black Friday! I love it. I feel as if once the US celebrates it, it’s “officially” holiday season.

In unrelated news, I saw Gone Girl… Without having read the book. And for not having read the book first, I thought it was pretty good… If not just plain creepy. Even crazier, I found it hard to believe that Rosamund Pike once played this sweet character from Pride & Prejudice in 2005! But then again, if looks could kill… (Bingley better watch out.)

And that cat!

And in slightly further unrelated news, I watched You’ve Got Mail recently. It starts off briefly in the fall, and makes New York look like a glorious place. (Which it is already. But it’s even better around Christmas, IHMO.) It’s a good movie to watch for the ’90s nostalgia factor (god, I’m writing about this a lot), but that’s about it. I used to like it, but now I just find it irritating.

And good grief, that Megan Trainor song has finally wormed its way into my head.  STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

Image from here

Music to jam to

I’m about two decades late, but I’ve been enjoying this song too much lately to not feature it. No, it is not a continuation to my previous post on why the 90s were the best, but it does go to show that dance music was definitely alive and kicking. (You can always count on the Jacksons for that.)

Another day, another case of leaked celebrity photos

So, in case you haven’t heard the news as of late, there’s been another breach of privacy regarding celebs and their not-to-be-shared-with-the-public images. Once more, it involves iCloud, where these photos were allegedly hacked from and splashed all over  4chan.

Just for the record, can I just point out how ominous the Cloud actually sounds?  There’s something very unsettling about the fact that all your info is drifting around somewhere in the open internet air (interspace?), and the fact that the Cloud could come down any day.

Indeed, this is a problem that has happened before, in various other shapes and forms. And it probably will happen more and often, given the monstrosity of the internet and the ability to breach practically anything now. I have a few thoughts this: first, I obviously don’t agree with the fact that stealing of these photos was ok. They were stolen from someone’s private space of the iCloud (oOoOoOh), and that it is really criminal to do such a thing. I also agree with the fact these women, whom I shall not bother to name, should be allowed to take whatever kind of photos they please… In the nude or not, and without fear of having them publicized.


My agreements end there. They have my pity, but to only a certain extent. I know there’s all this stuff about going on about “victim blaming”, and I’m not trying to do that here… From a feminist stand point, I agree that it’s wrong to point the finger and say, “it’s your fault! If you don’t want nude pics splashed around on the net, don’t take them!” Because, how is it their fault that some jerks hacked into their accounts?

But the one thing that comes to my mind is that it is not just the hacker’s responsibility to not exploit celebrities private items, but it’s a celebrity’s responsibility as well. (Not to mention our own responsibility to not look at them.)

Obviously, these celebs didn’t want this sort of thing to happen (or so I’d like to think). But they are, in fact, celebrities. Recognizable faces. And because of their status, they need to start being more careful about what they backup on the Cloud, because nowadays, there will always be the off-chance that it could get out into the open.

I mean, let’s face it. The internet can be a dodgy place. Nothing is sacred anymore. Even on the iCloud, a supposedly “safe” haven for online backup. Nowadays, people are becoming more and more experienced in how to breach these places, and it’s getting trickier all the time to keep people’s private info protected.

It’s terrible to feel that nothing that we store online is safe anymore. But it seems as if that’s the kind of world we’re coming to; and we’re just going to have to do better in protecting our stuff.

Again, if they want to take nude photos of themselves to share personally with loved ones, then by all means. I’m sure lots of people out there have stored nude pics on the Cloud and don’t have to worry about them getting out. But because they are “famous”, that gives others more of an opportunity to be able to exploit them. They should to start taking better measures to prevent it from happening again (re: storing them in a folder on their desktop instead, perhaps?).

I’ve heard a lot of things about how violating this scandal is for the women involved, as much as it is for a woman being sexually harassed while walking down the street (that’s just an example I’m using). And it’s very true. No one deserves that sort of humiliation, and no one should have to go through it.

Never the less, if you’re famous, there’s always going to be someone out there looking to profit off something potentially scandalous. We may not like having to put up more safeguards online (like changing passwords every few weeks) anymore than we like having to worry about getting attacked if we’re walking alone somewhere, but unless something drastic can be done to prevent hacking, then this is the kind of thing that we’re going to have to do.

The lesson here? Storing nude photos in an online backup drive is never a good idea.

The other lesson? Trust the Cloud at you’re own risk.

Throwback Thursday: My reasons why the ’90s were the best

You know, it’s starting to hit me that the ’90s were 20 years ago. I realized this when I learned that Jonathan Taylor Thomas turned thirty-three last week. Crazy, right? (And I thought he would be a twelve year old forever.) It seems as if ’90s have made a comeback these last few years; whether it be in fashion, pop culture or just plain old reminiscing. And let’s face it, every generation it seems has had it’s nostalgia for previous decades. But now, they have finally called.

As a former ’90s kid, I think that the they were pretty great. Am I biased? Most likely. In the days before the internet really really kicked off, there were a lot of things that defined this decade, and made it pretty spectacular. Here are my reasons why the 1990s made for the last great decade of the 20th century.

1. Better rap music. That’s right. I’m not generally a fan of a rap, but I’m a fan of ’90s rap. (Or could it be considered hip hop?) Mainly because it was catchy, and oh so easy to remember the lyrics. (for another example, go here)

2. Better music in general.

Hey look! It’s the 20th anniversary of the Little Rascals, FYI.

3. The quality of kids movies. If the 80s were the height of teen movies, I’d say the ’90s filled that role for younger kids pretty darn well. Just to name a few… Hook, Home Alone, The Lion King, Little Rascals, the Babysitter’s Club, Camp Nowhere, Now and Then, the Sandlot, Heavy Weights–man, we got some good movies. They had good story lines, they were fulfilling, often hilarious, and so very ’90s. And ok, the teen movies such as Clueless/10 Things I Hate About You/whatever first comes to mind aren’t that bad. Let’s just say they reached their prime.

4. Some stand out fashion trends. Ok, since I was technically a kid in those days, I didn’t have defined sense of style… Unless it was something like this, or anything related to the Spice Girls. Like that time when I happily wore my first pair of platform shoes. (Only to never put them on again.) However, my older sister kept up with the trends, so whatever she wore, was most likely in style. The bold patterns and bright colours were a must; and before haute couture became the rage, it was all about keeping things cool and comfortable, and often times, grungy.  Interestingly enough, there was a big ’70s revival going on in the ’90s, like with bell bottomed jeans, tinted sun glasses, and of course, the aformentioned platform shoes. That’s not to say there weren’t bad fashion moments, but let’s just say they won’t be returning anytime soon. I hope…

5. The slang. “Dude.” “Psyche!” “Wuzaaaaaa????” “This is the ‘90s!”  Especially the last one. It’s the only one you can say that sounds proper.

6. Kick ass leading ladies. If you’re into the supernatural, Xena, Buffy, the Charmed Ladies, Sabrina, Sailor Moon… Can you say Girl Power?

7. The endless book series for kids/teens. My favourite series would have had to be the Babysitter’s Club, the Black Cat Club and Goosebumps, and maybe even the odd Bailey School Kids book. Also, remember Animorphs??! There were some really great series available to fill our imaginations.

8. The tv shows. I can’t say much for the adult stuff (since I never watched any), but I can’t say enough of the tv for the younger crowd!  Are you Afraid of the Dark, Animaniacs, Rugrats, Power Rangers, Fresh Prince, Ninja Turtles… Just to name a few. Is it just me, or has the whole idea range for kids shows regressed since then? It’s since gotten a lot less bad ass, and more… *insert something here.*

9. We managed to survive days on end without a piece of technology glued to our sides. Sure, we had cellphones, but they were just cellphones. No internet on them, no camera, no games, just a mere phone to call somebody with. Can you imagine?

10. Totally hip dance trends. If you didn’t know the Macarena, then who the hell were you???

11. Sodalicious. ‘Nuff said.

12. It was the last decade for dangerous playground equipment, which they’ve since traded for boring plastic playground structures. I think they’ve phased out metal slides everywhere in my neck of the woods.

13. Cassette tapes. Insert, rewind, play. Easy.

14. WALKMAN’S. Aka, the old person’s iPod!

15. YTV’s Uh Oh, just because. When else would you get a game show for kids that would both challenge your mind and get you slimed? Ew. (I guess the same could go for It’s Alive! which ran earlier on YTV.)

 But really: I’ve got to hand it to the ’90s for the bizarre humour that kept us entertained throughout the years. Strange as it was, it was awesome.


 Images from herehere, here.