By Natalie Sit
In the past few weeks, you might have noticed a number of book reviews in the Buzz section of the Gauntlet. Two of the books didn’t fair too well with the writers, and both shared a similar characteristic: both authors are Canadian and received grants to help them out. It’s frustrating to experience Canadian talent.… Continue reading I AM mediocrity
By Nicole Kobie
About an hour into Bandits, I realized I was witnessing an ingenious theft. Disguised as a clever crime comedy, Bandits tricked me into watching it, effectively stealing two hours of my time and the rest of the audience’s too. It’s the story of two men with opposite personalities, who after escaping from prison, discover a… Continue reading Bandits foiled by poor script
What good are "words to live by" if you can’t actually live by them? Most of our rules are too antique to apply, so I have reworked the following old clichés into brand-new clichés for the modern university student. "You can accomplish anything if you try." This is a lie. Yeah, maybe I can fix… Continue reading What your momma never said
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By Andrew Ross
Reports of the death of irony have been greatly exaggerated.I’m not talking about the kind of irony you learned about in your high school English class. I’m talking about a style of humour referred to as "Gen-X irony" by the media in their erroneous reports of its death."Why did they do this?" you mightbe asking… Continue reading Irony is infinite
I am a big baseball fan. If given the opportunity, I could talk your ear off about Cap Anson, Shoeless Joe, Ty Cobb, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Christy Mathewson, Babe Ruth, Henry Aaron, Sandy Koufax, or Ozzie Smith. My dad and I often get into discussions about who the greatest is. I generally side with Henry… Continue reading Satch and Osama
It’s apparently a bit too easy to get into the University of Calgary. Our slack-assed, come-one-come-all 100-per-cent-apathy-or-your-money-back philosophy makes it possible for any half-witted, bucktoothed, slack-jawed ninny to grace the crumbling halls of our fine insitution.A surprise fire drill Monday morning demonstrated that among the otherwise splendid specimens of screwups, there exists a rare breed… Continue reading Lemmings march, all aflame
From a distance, it looks like a mob of 12-year-olds awaiting A.J.’s release from rehab. As one walks closer, the 12-year-olds start aging and the music heard beyond them isn’t that of a crappy top-40 boy band. Rather it’s the sweet, soothing rhythms of Sublime. Then it comes into view. Over the heads of the… Continue reading No one wins on a dry campus