Archive | June, 2011

Jared Keeso – Still Keeping His Head Up

27 Jun

Jared Keeso as Don Cherry

If you don’t know who Jared Keeso is yet you better check yourself. Jared blew fans and critics away when he starred as Don Cherry in the CBC biopic Keep Your Head Up Kid, The Don Cherry Story in 2010.

“Jared Keeso’s performance as Don Cherry is so convincing it will have you using partial sentences for the rest of the 2011.” – Jordan, The Whole Ball of Wax

“Keep Your Head up Kid, The Don Cherry Story- starring Jared Keeso, is the most compelling hockey film since D2: The Mighty Ducks – starring Emilo Estevez, and the best biographical film since A Coal Miners Daughter – starring Sissy Spacek.” – Josh, Coming Up Sports

Jared’s portrayal of Don Cherry earned him the award for Best Actor at the 2010 Gemini Awards.

So with that being said we at TNTS are thrilled to announce that Jared is currently back in Manitoba filming the sequal to this TV mini-series.

The follow-up film chronicles Don Cherry’s journey into the world of Broadcasting. Along with Jared, Sarah Manninen will be reprising her role as Rose Cherry as well as Steven McHattie as the memorable Eddie Shore.

Jared has been spending a lot of extra time in the makeup chair this time around as Don entered the broadcasting scene a few years before Jared was even born. Despite the age difference Jared is knocking this one out of the park.

We will keep you posted on when you can catch the sequel on CBC!

Atlantic Fashion Week

24 Jun

The ladies of This Needs to Stop dropped in on Atlantic Fashion Week which took place June 13th –

19th in Halifax. Our first stop was the Emerging Designers Showcase. We were pleasantly surprised to see the incredible amount of talent that our city’s young designers brought to the table.

Amy Negus from “All My Fashions” had a fantastic collection of summer dresses. The unique fabrics and flattering cuts made usswoon over every piece.

Vanessa Furlong of Three Sheet fame had an awesome collection of punk rock chic pieces that would have made even the girliest of girls wanting to try something on. We must say, along with having a kick ass collection – The Nes Pas models rocked the runway.

The newest designer on the block was Stephanie Rycbzyn who is STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL. Clearly Stephanie was paying attention in family studies because that girl knows how to use a sewing machine. While we don’t think we will have the guts to wear some of her daring pieces, we give her major props for seriously holding her own among some other amazing local designers.

Our next event was the Designer Showcase Gala. We are still kicking ourselves for not knowing who some of these designers were already. Each collection was ridiculously gorgeous, most of which featuring dresses – embracing the summer that Halifax may never have.

Jere Brooks kicked things off with an awesome awesome collection. The one outfit that can’t escape our minds was the gorgeous white top and pants paired with a black belt and shoes. Classic, and crisp. Just gorgeous.

The Cranky collection was again full of dresses and we honestly would wear every single one. The finale of this collection was a super fun tutu dress. You can never have enough tutu.

SuTa jewellery was a definite highlight of the night. We figured it would be tricky to showcase a jewellery collection on a runway, and clearly we were wrong.  This collection of necklaces are for the ladies who aren’t afraid to wear some bling. Each piece was big, bold and full of colour. The perfect way to add some flavour to your little black dress.

A big thanks to Marqedia PR for having us come and take in some amazing local fashion!!

The Bees Knees – The Big Easy edition

22 Jun

New Orleans, or the Big Easy as many call it, is quite the city – I can sum it up with a few words: deep fried food, cheap booze (that you can drink anywhere), live sex shows and jazz.

I found myself there last week for work and I figured that it was my duty to see the sights and learn more about the city. I have selected a few of the highlights but I must also be honest in saying that while there are lots of really great things about the city, there are also some serious drawbacks. The major issue being that the city is rather dirty and isn’t the safest city I have ever been to. But I suppose that these things are to be expected given the city’s history. But that being said, there are lots of great things to do while there. Here are a few of my favorites:

The Acme Oyster House – I saw this place on Man vs. Food, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to check it out. It was fantastic. Great atmosphere, and the charbroiled oysters are worth the trip to New Orleans. While I was there, a man was attempting to eat 43 dozen oysters, he only made it to 36 dozen. Jeez, couldn’t finish the last 7 dozen?

Yo Mama’s –

I found this place on Yelp, once again a lifesaver when you travel. Yo Mama’s is considered one of the best burger places by locals and visitors alike. It’s super small spot, sort of a dive bar (ACDC was blasting while I was there). But the servers are fantastic and the food is even better. And you get a YO Mama joke on the bottom of your bill – what’s not to love?

Booze – Much like Vegas, you can drink anywhere you like in New Orleans, in fact most stores that sell booze have bottle openers at the cash. I got myself a frozen drink in this fancy plastic cup, and guess what? I got a free shot with purchase. Free booze for buying booze, nothing wrong with that logic.

Cafe Du Monde – is a coffee shop on Decatur Street in the French Quarter. It is famous for its cafe au lait and French-style beignets. They come in orders of 3, so I assume they are suggesting you share. I didn’t – get over it.

Bananas Foster – is a dessert made from bananas and vanilla ice cream, with the sauce made from butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, dark rum and banana liqueur. The butter, sugar and bananas are cooked, and then the alcohol is added and this is when things get interesting. The dessert was first created at Brennan’s Restaurant in New Orleans in 1951. Since trying this, I can no longer eat bananas without the above additions, so I might be in a bit of trouble.

Louisiana State Museum – Before (During) After – I had a chance to take a quick look at this exhibit while I was in town. Having seen a good deal of news coverage, you think you have an idea what it was like, but really we have no concept of the destruction or the lasting effects Katrina has had.

Wednesday Weeping: “Mr. Noodles”

15 Jun

“Wednesday Weeping” is a new weekly series here on ThisNeedstoStop. One of us, usually Joel, will recount a sad/funny tale from childhood.

During the fifth and sixth grades (as you may well remember) the dry Mr. Noodles (or Ramen for non-Canadians) for recess fad had well taken hold. In fact, it had already crested in popularity and many of the cool kids had moved on to other exciting snacks.

But after months and months of pleading, I had finally convinced my mother to buy me a packet of Mr. Noodles to take to school. Money was tight, to say the least, and though Mr. Noodles were cheap, they had never made it onto our very short grocery lists.

That morning I was, for the first time in my life and never to be repeated, excited to go to school. The sense of belonging filled me to the bones, the idea that I, too, could be cool. The secret was a packet of dry fried noodles and a tiny package of mostly salt and a few spices. And a recess so far away, but finally so close.

In the preceding months I’d studied how the other children did it. They brought their Mr. Noodles out of their backpacks and placed them on their desks. And then with the deftness and skill of a surgeon, they slammed their fists into the plastic, breaking up the noodles inside. They carefully opened up one end of the package, removed the spices, tore a corner off of the silvery square, and poured the brown-ish green mixture onto their noodles. Then, they shook the bag lightly, clutching closed the opened end to mix the spices evenly.

That day, when recess finally came, I took my Mr. Noodles out of my backpack.

I placed it gingerly on my desk. Slow enough that everyone could see what I had brought. They knew, now, that I was one of them. I had sought and pleaded for the golden ticket to their club, and I had brought it with me. And here it was.

I knew what I had to do.

I raised my fist into the air, and brought it down toward my desk and the Mr. Noodles atop it.

And in one moment I saw dry, broken noodles, along with my hopes of one day, one minute, one second of belonging fly into pieces onto the floor.

My classmates reacted the only way children know how.

This Needs to Stop – Halifax Edition

14 Jun

When Pete and I lived in our last apartment there was a beautiful wooded park nearby with tons of running and biking trails, and I ran there a couple times a week throughout the spring, summer and fall. All summer I’d get up at 6:00, get into my running clothes and head out for about 40 minutes to start the day. Sometimes I would take a route through town and other times I’d head for the park. It was a nice place to run – lots of birds, squirrels, people walking dogs, people pushing baby strollers, joggers and bikers. Other days I’d run after work or in the evenings before dark and it was always the same – busy, yet quiet.

I never felt out of ease there except once in a while I’d see a shady looking character near where the park came close to the highway. Like, why would a man be out walking in the park in jeans at 6:30 in the morning? He didn’t look like a typical exerciser and always seemed a little disheveled and weird, like he might be on something. He was also very starey. I’d stare back at him. “Make eye contact and appear to be assertive and bold”, is what you always read about how to deal when you feel threatened by someone’s presense.

I’d turn around sometimes and he’d be looking back in my direction. I’d just pick up the pace. I never worried too much. After all, the park was busy and full of people and seconds later a biker would whizz by or a man would be walking a black lab within sight. And by the time I looped back on my way home, the weird guy would be gone, or I’d see him on his way out of the park.

We moved out of the apartment last July and I had my last run in the park and thought the whole time about how I’d miss it and how I’d never find as nice a running trail in our new neighbourhood (and I was right).

On Sunday, a 19-year-old female jogger was sexually assaulted in the park at 9:00 p.m. She ran past him, he grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the trees. When I heard that news I felt like puking. I have been in that park alone more times than I can count, with my iPod on, probably at 9:00 p.m. or even later. I never had any way of defending myself and never worried about it. I never considered that things like that would happen in a park so close to home on a sunny day when people are just going around walking their dogs and riding their bikes. It makes me feel stupid and naive and scared and sick.

I hate that shit like this happens. I hate that there are a handful of assholes out there ruining things for everyone. I hate that this girl’s life will never be the same again. I hate that whoever this creep is he’ll probably be 100% free and clear and may even do it again. I hate that people will now be scared to use the park. I hate that I am now scared to go to a park alone. I hate worrying that every somewhat “off” man I encounter is a potential rapist. I hate prejudging people like that and I hate that I have to.

It really sucks that you can’t go for a goddamn jog without having to fear for your life.

What is the point of this post other than to vent? To remind people to always tell someone where you’re going and when you’ll be back? To warn against jogging by yourself in parks? I don’t even know. I feel frustrated and helpless.

Scott Vickaryous aka Max Ballard – The Bee’s Knees

13 Jun

Left to Right: Scott Vickaryous, Tyler Labine, Ryan Gosling, Kyle Alisharan

We are so excited to have been able to catch up with Scott Vickaryous, who most of you know as the super-stud Max Ballard from Breaker High. Scott gives us the inside scoop on his life, but be warned, his answers might just crush some of your teeny-bopper dreams.

TNTS: All right, Scott, we want to know about you. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself, your past and where you are now? Do you have pets, siblings, etc.?

Scott: I’m living in Vancouver right now and grew up around Western Canada as a kid, but mainly Alberta, in a little town called Sherwood Park. I have an older sister with two great nephews and a third on the way!! I also have a deaf pitbull named Libby.

TNTS: Many of us remember you from Breaker High and were insanely jealous that your character got to go to high school on a boat. What was being on set of Breaker High really like? And where was it filmed?

Scott: Breaker High…we were on a boat for one day shooting stock footage while they cleaned the cruise ship as it was in the Vancouver port. Otherwise we filmed in a warehouse in Burnaby…LOL! Being on set was a lot of fun for all the cast as it was basically the first big thing any of us had done, so we got a real chance to bond as friends who were experiencing something together for the first time.

TNTS: Do you get seasick?

Scott: Haha! No, I don’t get seasick as I’m originally from Vancouver Island and spent a lot of time on the ocean as a kid.

TNTS: Have you stayed in touch with any of your castmates from Breaker High?

Scott: We try to stay in touch as much as we can, but sometimes life makes that difficult as we are all spread out all over the place now.

TNTS: Did you cry when you saw The Notebook?

Scott: I totally cried!!! When I saw how much better Ryan’s beard was than mine it put me into a deep deep depression!!

TNTS: Who do you hope to work with in the future?

Scott: There’s many actors I would hope to work with, but unfortunately there are never any guarantees. But if I had to choose… I’d like to work with a friend of mine and fellow Canadian, Brendan Fletcher.

TNTS: Favourite co-star of all time?

Scott: My favorite co-star was Annie Hathaway on Get Real. We worked a lot together and she was just a sweetheart and incredibly talented.

TNTS: We know that you play men’s hockey with one of our favourite TNTS friends, Jared Keeso. What position do you play in hockey?

Scott: I normally play the wing in hockey but really will play wherever…actually, when Jared is on the ice I seem to play defence alot as I always have to cover for him. (He thinks he’s a forward sometimes)!!! I also try to annoy as many people on the ice as possible!

TNTS: What are the best perks about playing Max that have carried into your adult life?

Scott: The best perks about playing Max are the memories I had from that time. I know that may sound cliched but it’s true.

TNTS: If you could live anywhere else in the world where would it be?

Scott: There are three cities I would love to live in…London, NYC and Montreal.

TNTS: Favourite place to shop?

Scott: My favorite place to shop is Trader Joes…Lots of good cheap wine!!

TNTS: Tell us what you think are the Bee’s Knees.

Scott: The Bee’s Knees in LA would be Paquito Mas, in Vancouver Section 3, in Calgary my Mom’s!

TNTS: OK! From here we’re going to go James Lipton style on you. Ready…go:

Favourite word? Spatula

Least favourite word? Can’t

Turn-ons? No make-up

Turn-offs? Rudeness

Favourite sound? Laughter

Least favourite sound? Chalkboard scratching

Favourite curse word? Fuck

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Archaeology

What profession would you not like to attempt? Sports agent…they are slimy

If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “Let’s grab a beer!”

The Bee’s Knees: My Drunk Kitchen

10 Jun

The kids from This Needs to Stop are no strangers to the occasional inebriated mishap in the kitchen. There have been “dangerous” grease fires. There have been chicken fingers thrown in a 450 degree oven at 3:30 AM only to be remembered 12 hours later. There have been flambé experiments. You get a few drinks into you, you get hungry! It happens! And provided you don’t burn your apartment complex to the ground, drunk cooking can provide not only sustenance in these ravenous times, but also entertainment.

Recently we have discovered My Drunk Kitchen (just go to YouTube and search for My Drunk Kitchen and behold) – a series of videos dedicated to cooking while drunk. We love this girl! We want to hang out with her. We relate to her. Who hasn’t pounded two bottles of champagne while making chocolate chip cookies…errr, biscuits? Who doesn’t get belligerent and start cursing when they find out there’s no cheese to make a grilled cheese sandwich once you’re halfway done? *Guilty as charged*

Next Saturday afternoon when you have nothing to do, enjoy a couple bottles glasses of your favourite tipple, watch a few episodes of My Drunk Kitchen and get inspired to make some food! You don’t need to get the measurements right, you don’t need to be fussy about things like timers or what kind of pans you have. It’s OK when you’re drunk!

This Needs to Stop reminds you to DRINK RESPONSIBLY especially when operating a hot stove!!

More monsters, less dead women.

8 Jun

Remember the days when music videos were mostly party scenes, choreographed routines and boy bands dancing in the rain? Well times have changed and in recent weeks we’ve been introduced to some shocking, and arguably pretty darn offensive music videos. Thanks to Kanye West and Jay-Z we can now enjoy (or be appalled by) their “Monster” music video that has recently hit the airwaves and raised more than a few eyebrows. So here, for your consideration, are some preliminary impressions of “Monster” by Kanye, featuring Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross and Bon Iver. Be warned before you click on the link, this is probably (most definitely) not safe viewing for work.

http://perezhilton.com/tv/Kanye_West_Monster_Ft_Rick_Ross_Jay_Z_Nicki_Minaj_and_Bon_Iver_/?keyword=monster&ptvid=bb2922b2959c8&start=0&end=16

I want to like Kanye. I really do. But I’ve never quite been able to forgive him after his Taylor Swift VMA microphone thievery. While I think that he’s extremely talented musically, I can’t say that he’s done much to impress in the personality department lately. And this video does not help his cause. Monster starts out with a written warning that the following content is not intended to be misogynistic; it is an art piece and should be taken as such, which is basically like saying: You’re about to see some hard-core woman-hating imagery, but my lawyers and PR-team strongly advised me to include this warning so that you won’t make a big deal about it. So yeah, enjoy this “art”.

Anyway, we immediately move in to a shot of a bunch of women who appear to be dead, hanging by their necks in their underwear. Then we get to the shot where Kanye is in bed with 2 probably-dead women whose limbs he is adjusting in to various poses. We also get to see Kanye holding a woman’s severed head, various sexy-lady monsters, a guy with his guts being eaten, and a double-shot of Nicki Minaj (who has just as much screen time as Kanye or Jay-Z, and is quite enjoyable). At the end of the almost 6 minute video, you’re just kind of left wondering “Ok, so you’re a monster, that part is cool, but why on earth did you have to put so many dead girls in there?” I’m simultaneously kind of offended and underwhelmed. Does a semi-nude, deceased female really pass for art these days?

So here’s the plus side – the song is not bad. Assholery aside, Kanye can certainly put together some clever lyrics, and the same can be said for Jay-Z. It stands to reason that when their powers combine, they’re going to come up with some pretty good tracks (although I had to cringe at the rhyme-pairing of ‘sarcophagus’ and ‘esophagus’, and the less than pleasant phrase in which the words are delivered). I understand that the video was intended to shock and spark discussion, because that’s what good “art” does. But they were trying to walk a fine line between controversial and offensive, and ended up somewhere closer to simply distasteful. Although maybe that’s just my bias, as a woman. Ultimately, the video ends with the lyrics “I crossed the line, and I’ll let god decide.” Crossed the line indeed. I know I’m no expert at video directing, and far be it from me to try to stifle anyone’s creative process, but here are some words of advice for next time: more monsters, less dead women.

Are Whitney Port and Ben Nemtin over? Yes they are.

7 Jun

Update: In Touch Weekly and Perez Hilton are now both confirming that Whitney and Ben have indeed split. Celebuzz (where Whitney hosts her website) confirmed to me last week that the photo of the guy in the post below plays for the other team. So clearly we don’t have him to blame for this. But check out the post to see why our gut feeling on this one was right. Sad sad sad.

Now I realize this is the fluffiest of the fluff. But recently my spidey senses have been tingling and I fear that my favourite MTV couple Whitney Port and Ben Nemtin have split.

Ben Nemtin and Whitney Port. Get cuter!

For those of you who aren’t in the loop Whitney Port was Lauren Conrad’s office mate and confidante on The Hills. After proving that she was more than just a pretty face – and an amazing head of hair – Whitney got her own show, The City. The City chronicled her move from LA to New York where she pursued her dream of becoming a fashion designer. On the show Whitney’s squeaky clean image earned her little luck in the love department. Her relationship with Tamarama singer Jay bit the dust and our dear little Whitney was left to keep her eye on the prize. Her clothing line.

Lucky for her she struck gold and Whitney Eve has done exceptionally well. Along with a hot collection, Whitney also penned the book “True Whit” which is a guide to 20 – something women transitioning from college to the real working world. Whitney always seemed extremely grounded and determined to earn her place in the fashion world by working hard instead of leaking topless pictures of herself. In a world full of terrible role models Whitney is someone young women can look up to and relate to.

Next we have Ben Nemtin. Ben is from Victoria, BC and along with three of his University friends filmed a documentary called “The Buried Life”. The premise was that these four guys would travel across North America in a purple bus named “Penelope” and check things off their list of 100 things to do before they die. But rather than just complete these tasks, they also connect with people along the way and help them complete one of the things on their list. They have done everything from built skate parks to reuniting a homeless man with his daughter.

The show got picked up by MTV in 2009 in an effort to shift away from the otherwise smutty content. The Buried Life boys are changing lives across North America and are incredibly adorable to boot. Oh yea, did we mention they’re Canadian? What’s not to love!

SO you can only image my excitement when these two MTV starlets crossed paths and started canoodling in front of the cameras. Pictures were popping up everywhere of the duo and Whitney was more than happy to post picture of Ben at Port family events on her blog. They seemed to be the perfect match.  Tall, gorgeous, hard working and also used to the crazy schedule that filming a television show brings.

Now we come back to my spidey senses.  Lately I’ve noticed that Whitney has been out on the town an awful lot. She is frequently

Picture posted on Whit's blog, June 2nd. That boy is NOT Ben Nemtin. That is a boy with something to hide.

tweeting about the next girls night out and recently posted a picture of her locked arms with a Justin-Bobby lookalike. So where is Benny? The Buried Life is filming right now so obviously Ben is on the road, but something is not right.

Last night was the icing on the cake. The 2011 MTV Movie awards. All of young Hollywood’s finest come out to play – especially the kids of MTV. Ben Nemtin tweeted “Heading to mtv movie awards. Goin w this guy.” But no, it wasn’t Whitney it was one of the Buried Life boys. WHERE IS WHITNEY?

The awards show was held at the Gibson Amphitheatre in Universal City, California. A mere hop, skip and jump from her home. Not to mention Whitney being in the fashion industry, loves an opportunity to get her name out there, and show off Ben as her arm candy. But she was nowhere to be found last night.

This can only mean one thing. They’ve broken up. I’ve Googled my little heart out and found nothing. I’m not sure why I care so much but I guess it’s because it was nice to finally see two people putting their fame to good use and not behaving like donkeys.

So what do you think? Do bad schedules and lack of on-camera appearances have me jumping to conclusions? Or am I sadly right on this one. One thing is for sure. If Whitney has left the lovely Ben Nemtin for the musical stylings of Tamarama’s Jay – she needs to call me, and we need to talk this one through.

If you Wannabe nostalgic…

6 Jun

So over the weekend I got an amazing singing birthday card featuring the cast of High School Musical. Now I realize that High School Musical is really not my vintage but as a sucker for all things Family Channel I must admit I’ve seen them all.

This card sparked an interesting conversation: Things we collected as children. As a kid we all had something that we became a tad obsessed with and held near and dear to our hearts. For some it was hockey cards, others it was My Little Pony, and for the young celeb-obssesed children like myself it was Spice Girls memorabilia.

An entire, sealed box of Spice Girls gum.

Because the Spice Girls were an international phenomenon, there was, of course, a wide variety of collectables that came along with them. Chuppa Chup’s really cashed in on a collection of lolipops which Baby Spice was always seen eating, but my personal favourite was their Spice Girls bubble gum.

One day, while shopping at a local British grocer, I came across Spice Girls bubble gum. Now beyond the novelty of just being named after the famed group, each piece of gum came with a Spice Girls sticker. Think Double Bubble but WAY cooler. My love for collecting these stickers started off slowly. My leftover change from buying things like “The Clapper” to turn my remote-less TV on and off went toward buying a couple of pieces a week, and the stickers were placed on binders and scribblers that I felt could use a little pizzaz.

Then one day it occurred to me. How would I ever have the complete collection of these stickers without making a major commitment? I needed to stop sticking stickers on things and get my act together. I inquired to said British grocer on how I could get my hands on an entire box of Spice Girls gum. He named his price and I started to go into overdrive to do chores earning some extra cash to purchase this sacred box of gum.

Hands down my favourite Spice Girls sticker.

Finally, after what felt like months of pinching pennies, the day had come when I could proudly walk into the store to buy my very own ENTIRE box of Spice Girls gum. Being the mildly neurotic child that I was, I opened every single piece of gum, removed the stickers, re-wrapped the gum, and organized my stickers by individual group member and group shots into a clear box meant for hardcore crafters. You know the ones I’m talking about, right? Mostly used for holding your gimp or thread to make sweet friendship bracelets?

So where is this sacred collection now you ask? Likely locked in the attic of my Mom’s house. Which is probably best as most of you don’t know where she lives and won’t flock to her house to catch a glimpse of this collection, now almost 15 years old and valued at over $10.00 US according to Ebay.