For the Weekend Warriors, Weirdos & Whackjobs - Issue #132
World is on fire, but this email is formatted well
This week, we did a hard thing and left our houses to sit in a studio, in front of cameras. Maybe you’ll see it someday; maybe you won’t. We’ll see. Then some cars broke down, some cases broke open. The usual.
For ya’ll, it was back-to-back, Justin, popping in for paid and free subscribers.
In paid inboxes was a dip into some unexpected Canadian history with The Eh-Files: Family Matters. Before there were Ghostbusters, there was Dr. Samuel Aykroyd: a Canadian dentist, spiritualist, and paranormal researcher whose séances and correspondence with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle helped shape a family obsession that would eventually spill onto movie screens and late-night television. This is the strange history behind the Aykroyd family, PSI Factor, and Canada’s role in the rise of conspiracy television.
Out to everyone was Debris. Blending cultural criminology, media analysis, personal reflection, and firsthand investigative experience, this one moves through surveillance footage, convenience store parking lots, horror films, and sociological theory to ask a deceptively simple question: what actually is crime? Thoughtful, sharp, and human, all of our favourite things.
What Kennedy Recommends
Show | Deadloch
Living with an Australian for six years was an education all its own. Oftentimes, I joked that it didn’t feel like Australians were real. You either know exactly what I mean, or you’ve never had another adult look in your eyes and seriously say a sentence like, “The arvo was going fine until some bogan wandered over and started explaining cryptocurrency to a sheila who clearly wanted to be anywhere else.”
The Australian and I don’t live together anymore, and when I feel homesick for that specific sense of humour, I watch Deadloch.
The show follows Dulcie and Eddie, wildly different detectives forced to solve murder mysteries together in isolated Australian towns. The cases, the suspects, and the setting serve as the eccentric backdrop for these women and their complex lives. It’s genuinely gripping, genuinely funny and different. You don’t need your own personal Australian to enjoy it either.
Rest, read, relax.
See you on the other side.
Love,
Your Bullshit Hunting Crew