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Scream VI Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett. 2023

Theatre exterior Rue de Boisbriand, Montréal, QC H2X 1K5, Canada See in map

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First Nations festival at the Places de Festivals

[edithmtl-artmavie]

26 février 2023, luminothérapie à la Place-des-Arts

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French bistro-style COMMODORE Restaurant and Café lights up the new Honeyrose Hotel

In the summer of 2023 Tribute Portfolio. part of Marriott Bonvoy’s extraordinary portfolio of 31 hotel brands, opened its first property here by establishing the Honeyrose Hotel Montreal in the Quartier des Spectacles right near the back entrance to the Bay downtown.  The hotel evokes an earlier era. Architex Group designed the building with large bay windows to bring natural light. The…

[venezuelatrending]

A night in Montreal

#Montreal #Nightlife #OldPort #Festivals #FineDining #QuartierdesSpectacles #Casino #Nightclubs, #Speakeasies #VibrantEnergy An Unforgettable Night in Montreal: Discovering the City’s Nighttime Charms by Gorila Travel Montreal, the vibrant city known for its rich history, diverse culture, and bustling nightlife, offers an array of experiences to enjoy during the evening hours. Whether you’re a…

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Kon - Straind by Alain Quevillon Via Flickr: By Mr. Hydde. 2023 UnderPressure Graffiti Festival, Montréal, Québec.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Fierté Montréal's festival has officially started. The event, which runs until August 11th, includes three outdoor event hubs where more than 200 artists will perform.

Free outdoor events will be held at three different hubs this year, including the Olympic Park, the Gay Village, and Ville Marie. For the first time ever, a hub will also be in the Quartier des Spectacles in Montreal's downtown core.

The program also includes indoor events.

"In venues like le Club Soda, in La Société des arts technologiques, in the theater Le National, at Place des Arts, at the National Film Board of Canada," said Chris Ngabonziza, the director of programming of Fierté Montréal. [...]

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland, @vague-humanoid

Note from the poster @el-shab-hussein: why did they pick the hottest month in MTL summer weather to do these. Didn't it have to be cancelled last year because it was 40°C or something when it was supposed to be held? I don't remember exactly. Anyways if you read further down in the articles you can see that the organizers are mad at pride parades supposedly being disrupted or cancelled by Palestine protests, which I haven't heard of happening ever (literally looking for a source and the only source is this article). In fact most pride parades have been incoporating Palestinian activists and activism to support us in a time of genocide. These weirdos just want an excuse to bring cops to the parade, and they wanna drag our name through the mud with it for no fucking reason. Anyways don't bother with this cop-sponsored pride parade. It ain't shit.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Ezra Levant

I was arrested today. Toronto Police handcuffed me, searched me, put me in a police car and took me to a jail cell.

None of that has ever happened to me before. I’ve never committed a crime in my life. And I didn’t today, either.

I was arrested because Toronto Police said I was “causing a disturbance”. But I wasn’t. I was quietly doing journalism — filming a grotesque pro-Hamas demonstration in a Jewish neighbourhood in Toronto.

It really was sick: they had someone reenacting Yahya Sinwar, the former leader of Hamas. They had a whole display on a sidewalk.

I live nearby and I wanted to film this astonishing act. It was as brazen as the KKK burning a cross on the lawn of a Black church. Except in this case, the police were defending the Klansmen. Bizarre.

One cop kept pushing me away, which I told him was inappropriate and illegal. But then the boss of the whole police operation — named Officer Macduff — told me that my mere presence there was a “disturbance”, because the Hamas people didn’t like me.

In other words, he was giving them a veto over my Charter rights. In my earlier analogy, it would be like police telling the folks inside the Black church not to antagonize the KKK outside, because they could get violent.

Since when do foreign provocateurs, promoting a banned terrorist organization, get to veto who can and can’t walk on a sidewalk? Or which journalists can film a news story?

Outrageous.

I was finally released from jail. And the police wisely declined to press charges.

But I’m not done with them.

Officer Macduff was as plain as day. He said my Charter rights to walk on the sidewalk and film a public spectacle only go as far as these Hamas thugs say they go. Well, that’s not how it is. And I think he needs a judge to tell him that.

I’ve spoken twice to a top lawyer today, who agrees we’ve simply got to stop this. Canada is being ruined by these pro-Hamas thugs — you probably saw their full-out riot in Montreal over the weekend.

Someone’s got to stand up to them — and stand up to woke policing that permits this kind of mayhem on our streets.

So I’ve decided to sue the Toronto Police for violating my Charter rights, for being errand-boys of the Hamas thugs, and for not enforcing the actual laws to protect Canadian citizens. I’ll have more details in the days ahead — I’m still getting my bearings after being arrested and jailed.

In Trudeau’s Canada, journalists are routinely arrested and jailed.

Actually, scratch that. Only Rebel News journalists are routinely arrested and jailed. Which tells you everything you need to know: these are political decisions. They’re the result of two-tier policing. And that’s got to stop.

If you want to help me continue our journalism and push back at these illegal arrests, please click here. Suing the police is no easy thing — they have unlimited funds. But I think they need a judge to tell them what they’re doing is wrong, because Trudeau certainly won’t tell them, will he?

[rock-and-roll-hell]

July 24, 1977

Love Gun Tour

Pacific Coliseum - Vancouver, British Columbia

According to the promoter: “The cops heard of KIϟϟ’ so-called reputation and they ordered four squads to the show. They played poker all night and billed us $8,000 for overtime” (Montreal Gazette, 8/2/77).

From a local review: “Hype? Not really. KIϟϟ promise nothing less than the greatest spectacle in rock and nothing less is exactly what they provide. From that it is easy for the unaware parent or pundit to mistake KIϟϟ for a threat to our civilized way of life. But understand this, KIϟϟ are not self-pitying, humorless nihilists like the punk rockers. If anything, they are a fantasy for an age that has seen just about everything. Of course they appeal to the escapist stripe. It would be fun to stand seven feet tall, spit fire, deafen everyone within a 1,000 yard radius and make a million bucks doing it” (Vancouver Sun, 7/25/77).

From another local review: “The KIϟϟ concert Sunday night was better than the fireworks display the Sea Festival holds annually. The Coliseum took on all the aspects of kid’s day at the PNE’s Playland with harried parents leading offspring by the hand up into the stands, plopping their plump selves down into the same seats they had at The Ice Capades or The Shriner Circus, and stopping up their ears with cotton… KIϟϟ was perfunctory as you please, well rehearsed, but musically deadening and the sound from the press box was, as usual, muddy except when Ace Frehley took off into one of his solos. Frehley appeared to be bored, or tired, or sick, or drunk, or all four, while batman, Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley did their best to whip up a surprisingly complacent audience which eventually succumbed and went nuts when the hits and the gimmickry got into gear” (Georgia Straight, 7/28/77)

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[gogandmagog]

I have always been glad that there is something in human nature which makes us feel when we have read a book that we want to tell the author what we think of it. If it were not for this my “literary career” would have been minus much real pleasure and not a little amusement. Ever since the publication of my first book I have received a continuous stream of letters from all over the world. The great majority of these have been kind, appreciative missives from older readers and girlish outpourings of pleasure from the sweet ’teens. But occasionally a letter comes which gives me that choicest gift of the gods of any cult – a good laugh.

One earnest being in tortoise-shell spectacles – he didn’t tell me he wore tortoise-shell frames but I know he did – wrote to me last year, solemnly assuring me that my “habit of marrying my characters off” was calculated to bring contempt upon the holy state of matrimony. I seldom take any notice of “freak” letters, but I did send a reply to this – a flippant one, I fear, asking my mentor if he thought I’d better let my characters live together without marrying. I never got any reply to my question.

— excerpt from “Freaks of an Author’s Mail Bag” by Lucy Maud Montgomery, 1931, as published in the Montreal Gazette

[gaslighttragedy]

The Silver Shadow

Summary : In this story, Bucky and Andrea, an unconventional pair forced to work together even though they are constantly arguing; Sam is usually the mediator between them. Bucky does not trust Andrea, and Andrea does not trust Bucky. (Prologue is a flashback.) Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Original Female MC named Andrea, her FC is up to you, but I imagine a Shailene Woodley type character. (Bucky not seen in prologue. Main Interaction is with Tony Stark.) Words : A little under 1K. Warnings : Nothing notable in this prologue. Note : Suspension of disbelief is required ; I took a lot of liberties with the story, timeline and series of events. Other note : I wrote this in 2021, and let it in my google doc drafts. I found it, and thought maybe i could do something with it. I had a few ideas written down for the next chapters, so if people like this, I might continue? Prologue | Next Chapter Masterlist

Montreal, Summer of 2012.

The clicking and tapping of fingers on the black computer keys were the only thing that could be heard inside the small room. That small room was serving as the temporary headquarters for what the brunette doing the actual typing considered her best operation yet. Usually, she'd have some music playing in the background, but the playlist she'd been playing had stopped a while ago and she didn't bother to start a new one. No, she'd been having way too much of a blast. Infiltrating the Canadian Government's website to change every mention of Prime Minister Harper's name to Asswipe McStupid was the most fun she's ever had on a job. The real reason she was infiltrating the server was a tad bit more complex, but the prank added a little bit of flair to the task. Plus, it paid well, since she risked actual prison if she got caught. But then again, she always, always, had a fail-safe.

She only had about two minutes left to put the final touches on the malware she'd then upload on the government's server while the files she needed were uploading to her computer before the intrusion was traced back to her location and she was typing as fast as she could. That's when she heard it. 

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Fuck! She was supposed to have more time, god damnit! How could they have found her so fast? It was impossible! As she continued typing frantically, she was trying to understand where she messed up. Prison was not an option, and she didn't want to use her fail-safe. She'd never had to use it before on a big scale, say, on the military ops that would surely find her now.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Louder, this time. The pounding she was hearing seemed to come almost directly from behind her. How did they get up to her so fast? She was on the 19th floor! It's not like they had power suits or jet packs to get to her that fast! The file she needed from the server was already exported to her computer, and she barely had time to close up everything before she heard the last barrier between her and the rest of the world fall behind her.

BOOM. 

As soon as she heard the door go down behind her, the cybercriminal threw her hands up, and for just a second, it felt like time stopped. She didn't hear a sound, which was surprising, since she thought a thousand men would be there to arrest her. That's usually what happens when you get caught stealing secret files from undocumented government projects. But she didn't hear a thing. The overwhelming desire to turn around was strong, but she stayed there for what seemed an eternity before she heard his voice. 

"I knew you were strong, but that's..." He said, with a little bit of… could it be envy in his voice? 

She'd heard his voice before. Everyone in America knew that voice. He'd been on TV, on the radio, and his name was as admired as it was feared. He'd made a spectacle a couple of years back, and because of it, his name would go down in history. 

"Jarvis," he continued, "Is she really stopping the suit right now?" 

"It appears so, Sir. I've lost all control of the suit's motricity." 

The brunette sighed as she finally dropped her hands to her side, simultaneously releasing Tony Stark from her hold. 

"I thought I made my position on your offer very clear, Mr. Stark." She said as calmly as possible. 

"And I thought you might want to reconsider." He replied with confidence. "Your abilities, they're worth putting to good use."

The hacker got up from her chair and started to pack her computer as fast as she could. She was losing time, and the longer she stayed in this spot, the more likely she was to get caught. She turned to Stark, who was still trying to convince her to do something she'd never agree to.

"Mr. Stark, as I've said twice before, I'm not joining your team of superheroes, or whatever you called it…" 

"Avengers." He said, cutting her. 

She casually dismissed him with the back of her hand, making the red suit rattle. 

"Avengers, Shmamengers. I don't care. I'm not doing it. Final answer." 

"This is not Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. You can't just say final answer." Tony said, aggravated. 

As she put her black messenger bag over her shoulder, the woman approached the famous Tony Stark and patted him on the shoulder of this suit, and with the flick of a wrist, put a big dent on it. It wasn't a warning, because he knew she'd easily overpower him. She did it just for fun. Just to mess with him. 

"Goodbye, Mr. Stark." She said with a sly grin.

"Jarvis, please advise Fury that Silver Shadow is a no-go." He sighed to his AI as the brunette was leaving the concrete building. 

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26 février 2023, quelques minutes avant le début de « Pas perdus | Documentaires scéniques » d’Anaïs Barbeau-Lavalette et Emile Proulx-Cloutier. Une pièce que j’ai adorée et qui m’a habitée au moins pour la semaine qui a suivi!

[dogwittaablog]

you were close, i think you named more of the teams he publicly hates but very close.

•teams he’s mentioned not liking/not cheering for: Boston Bruins, Pittsburg Penguins, Winnipeg Jets, Toronto Maple Leafs, Calgary Flames, Edmonton Oilers, Vancouver Canucks, Boston Bruins, New York Islanders,

•teams he cheers for/ahaha spoken positively about: Montreal Canadiens (main team), Buffalo Sabres, New York Rangers, and he has some old Nordiques jersey’s from when his dad played for them, so technically you could say Colorado Avalanche? LA Kings.

he liked Vegas’ arena before he got traded and said it was his favourite in term of atmosphere and facilities but i think that has more to do with newness and spectacles than actual support.

At least I was technically right, if you just flipped them haha.

I'm lowkey loving how you collectivleay picked up on this info, that most wouldn’t have. The more you know 😌

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continuity on claudette’s timeline and life before the fog! featuring lore crumbs from her cosmetics.

for the new year, claudette was invited to attend the exclusive Winter Gala at the Montreal Metropolitan Science Center. she pampered herself for the occasion, eager to discuss her role at the Montreal Metropolitan Science Center as the leader of its emerging tutoring program. proudly representing the Science Centre's educational mission and sharing how science had changed her life.

the Montreal Metropolitan Science Center seems to be inspired by the actual Montréal Science Centre in vieux port. it officially opened in 2000, and then in 2001: it created the Montréal Science Centre Foundation, supporting the development of innovative exhibition projects and educational programs, offering an annual sponsorship program that introduces science and technology to nearly 10,000 young people from disadvantaged backgrounds. 2001 would most likely be the year she attended the gala and announced her involvement in the tutoring program. ultimately setting her canon timeline (and year/era that the entity had taken her) in the early 2000s.

claudette had come from a working class family, evidenced by her "science girl” superhero costume lovingly hand-sewn by her mother. and the shoe-box apartment she had come home to, after taking the bus from primary school (in her archive lore: claudette’s 8th birthday).

she would have likely grown up in ville-marie, in a neighborhood within walkable distance to the science center. a diverse borough comprising all of downtown montreal, including the quartier des spectacles; old montreal and the old port, etc.. as an arts and entertainment district, the quarter des spectacles is relevant to claudette’s lore continuity because she has canonically attended art festivals:

 a full on makeover for the botanist formerly known as Science Girl, worn as part of her city's outdoor theatre festival: stunning all-natural curls complemented with colored shades. a belly-baring top paired with a custom designed hoodie & pendant from the shops of st. laurent. baggy sweatpants for ultimate movement and a pair of reliable canvas sneakers that are flexibly worn in.

implying claudette’s life in montreal was fulfilling, happy, and relatively social after her 8th birthday, specifically as her parents began to fully accept that she is neurodivergent!  she was the leader of a prestigious science program where she was honored as the star guest at their exclusive gala. she would go out dancing after “a long day of science,” and she participated in outdoor plays. claudette would never be considered an extrovert, but she understood the value of engaging with her community and the humanities.

but, over time, especially after moving away from montreal to attend university as a grad student (completely separated from her home, her support system, and forced to change strict routines she had set for herself over the years), claudette became more and more solitary, burnt out of socially masking:

claudette is not the outgoing type. her brilliance provided her with a social handicap and she has fled the real world for chat rooms and forums.

chat rooms and forums were extremely popular in the early 2000s, specifically before the 2010s when social media platforms began trending aggressively. forums were at their peak in 2005, and chat rooms primarily died out in 2007. putting the time-frame of her abduction by the entity somewhere around this time! she was most likely taken by the entity after she was accepted into an internship program in biochemistry:

she was starting her internship at one of the leading centers in biochemical research. [wore] comfy clothes to keep warm while collecting samples in the wild. loose jeans with wide pockets and a utility belt to carry all her equipment around.

her internship seemed to be hands-on, working with nature itself in field research. collecting samples— raw data— and processing it into information. she was eventually allowed to lead her own field research project, working out of a cabin in southern quebec’s new england-acadian forests, far removed from urban life. where she studied extinct fungi:

she left the city behind. it was rainy when she reached the cabin— perfect for her research on the growth cycles of extinct mushrooms. this wet, grey weather would make them pop in the mossy forest bed. the forest felt like home. it was so much more than trees and grass and plants. she saw what it took to create life, a fragile and multilayered ecosystem that fascinated her.

living alone in a cabin in the woods is not easy. objectively, it is not even considered safe. the predictable setting of a horror movie. but claudette is familiar with solitude, with that eight-year-old child inside her that could spend hours observing plants and animals, uninterrupted. incentivized to live independently in order to prove something to herself, and her worried parents. she took a 15-week training course in medical emergency response; fixed the leak in the cabin’s ceiling; hiked regularly, split wood for the cast-iron fireplace, gathered supplies. checked her emails. a steady routine was good. comforting, to an extent.

from the research cabin, claudette cultivated and studied several extinct fungi. in particular: paleoophiocordyceps coccophagus, related to ophiocordyceps, a parasitic fungi that targets ants, altering their behavior in order to propagate itself, biochemically instructing the ant to kill itself and then growing its fruiting bodies from the ant's head to release its spores.

her research allowed her to understand the neural mechanisms of all organic life and how they interact with their perceived environment, as carbon-based lifeforms on earth. science allowed her to understand that organic life depends entirely on the illusion of the flesh, and its sensory constructs.

her passion for botany and science makes her a formidable survivor, like the other scientists: vigo, benedict baker, etc.... and a potential threat to the entity’s cruel simulations.