Monday, April 30, 2007
The guy across the aisle let out a loud groan, and then clapped his hand over his mouth, like he just remembered he was on a plane and not in his living room. Funny.
If this was any other artist, I'd be thinking how many more chances will I get? (RIP Mr. Strummer.) But with Bob the answer to that question would probably be 20 or 30, as he appears indestructible and forever peripatetic.
My back is driving me crazy this morning. Right between the shoulder blades. I'm wiggling around on my chair. Anyone spying from the building across the street probably thinks I'm having way more fun than I actually am.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
11 hours ago I was walking along a beach, now I'm back at the computer, while waiting for laundry to dry. That's life.
Florida was great. The weather was utterly perfect. Mid-80s with no humidity. Sunny every day. In the Believe It or Not Department: I went parasailing! Photographic evidence will eventually prove this fact.
Nanuk, Back in the North.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Now I have the CANNN-A-DAAAAA song in my head
hey Nanuk, are you back yet?)
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Despite the confusion, Spinal Tap -- including singer David St Hubbins (lately running a colonic clinic) and drummer Derek Smalls (currently in rehab, battling an addiction to the internet) -- will appear in a new Rob Reiner mini-doc which will open NY's Tribeca Film Fest (note to Nanuk: hosted by Big Al Gore), and perform their latest rock anthem "Warmer than Hell".
Note to J FAN: like our friends Queen, Spinal Tap also has a "Fat Bottomed Girls" song: "Big Bottoms". Naughty lads.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Hope Nanuk is having fun in Florida. Hope she has need of her sunscreen.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
You can drag a PM to culture but you can't make 'im read (or fund it).
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
maybe something about MPStorm and his fine wingtips?
I have no wingtips
just a pair of gardening shoes (tho it's too cold to garden in this northern mushroom city today) that I got in 1982- back then they were called "duck shoes" and were a fashion statement in their rubbery ugly duckness- we all wore them w/long straight skirts so we probably all walked like hobbled ducks too- I remember teaching one of my first eng comp classes and this red haired guy (you always remember the red-heads) looked down at my shoes and then back up at my face w/a bemused look and I thought (not for the first time) "fashion faux-pas"
meanwhile miss mushrooms is currently making pencil rubbings of the whole family's shoes for a science project-
no wingtips tho'
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Having a colonoscopy is a completely painless procedure. This surprised me. I expected it to hurt, but I was sedated and happy and didn't feel a thing. This was really good news.
So I am going to Florida on Sunday for a week. Hey, I deserve this vacation after the week I had. Time to relax...with an improving book (as Bertie Wooster likes to say.)
And maybe a couple of cocktails, too.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
I feel okay today, but my stomach is jumpy.
Health is more important than fun in the sun, though. So if the test is scheduled for next week, I guess I'll cancel my trip. I spoke to my sister and she is okay with this, of course.
I was in the hospital for 15 hours, saw 8 different doctors. I never expected such thorough treatment. I only saw this many docs because I was there through 3 shift changes, so I kept getting new consults every 7 hours. I felt like a Very Important Patient.
I had a CT Scan, which means I got to whirr through the big machine. It was exciting, just like being on House. Sadly, Hugh Laurie never showed up to abuse me.
It turned out to be not so bad because there weren't any moaners, groaners or crazies at all in Emergency during the entire time. It was very peaceful, though very crowded.
And all the doctors, technicians, nurses and aides were super nice. So, if you are ever in Montreal and you get sick or injured, go to Emerg. at the Montreal General. You will be treated very nicely.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I visited my aunt on the weekend, and she'd had a mild bout of gastro bug, and last night I got it. Stupid contagious thing.
I hope I didn't infect anyone at work yesterday. I guess I'll find that out tomorrow...
Monday, April 16, 2007
An astounding 89% of respondents say yes. Who knew?
I'm very concerned about what is going to happen to all those souvenir cups and saucers that had already been mass-produced in anticipation of the Royal Engagement. They must be flooding eBay by now.
Verdict: thumbs up.
On first tasting, I thought these might only be an occasional chip, but last night, while stuffing my face in the hope that this would make the snow go away (chip-eater's logic), I came to the conclusion that this was a tasty treat with staying power. As far as Indian flavour goes, the Lay's Spicy Curry is far superior to the Doritos Tandoori Sizzler.
I'll definitely buy these again.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
I suppose I could drink some kind of fruity refreshing cocktail in his honour. I suppose.
But in celebrity news, I'm more concerned about the break-up of Prince William and his now-not-the-future-queen. The British tabloids must be going ape over this. She seemed smart and level-headed. Which is exactly why she wouldn't want that life, I guess. Good luck finding another reasonable one, Wills.
Wills doesn't look that interesting to me. If I had to choose between Wills and Harry, I'd go for Harry every time. And not just because he likes to dress up like a Nazi.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Wolfowitz apologized. “He made the comments to a few hundred staff members, only to be greeted by booing, catcalls and cries for his resignation.” (NY Times)
Booing the Big Boss. I love it. I also like that the World Bank has internal message boards that employees can post on anonymously. I wonder if this will give ideas to other UN Agencies?
My Friday the 13th started by sitting next to a middle-aged, Middle-Eastern man on the bus who was blasting Pink Floyd’s The Wall on his Ipod. Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
Now I’m thinking about cocktails. The last time I had a really good cocktail was at my birthday. At Mesquite on Decarie. They have excellent cocktails. I had a couple of Long Island Ice Teas. Got a bit drunk. Some would say more than a bit, but really it was only a bit.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Normally, I'm okay with just about anything Keith says or does 'cause he's Keith.
I can't believe old Bert would've been okay with Keith's snorting him up.
1) The new project will feature an original script about a modern-day, kung fu-obsessed teenager who is transported to ancient China after discovering an artifact from the Monkey King in a pawn shop. (CBC)
I hate framing devices. Lose this idea and just tell us about the Monkey King.
2) There is only one Monkey King and that’s Stephen Chow. Not that I have ever been able to figure out what exactly was going on his Monkey King movie, and this despite repeated viewings.
I was completely, utterly, hopelessly lost in all of Part Two as to who everybody was and just what they were doing. Ah, memories.
Where’s Stephen Chow when we need him?
“The family will receive condolences Saturday and Sunday, April 14 and 15, 2007 from 2 to 7 p.m. at (Free valet parking)”.
Nothing kills the solemnity of an obit like some typographical screw-up.
Also, we got an e-mail message from one of the Stationery staff today. I quote:
Due to circumstances beyond my control Stationery will be open today from 14:00 - 14:45.
You know, he’s trying to keep the doors shut but those darn stationery supplies just demand to be distributed!
Ottawa won. I would say hurray but I just know they're going to go down to defeat, if not in the first round, then certainly in the second. I refuse to be optimistic about their chances. I've been burnt too many times.
Go ahead, Senators, prove me wrong.
And, today, the US Defense Secretary is in Quebec City asking for Canada (and other NATO countries) to commit more troops. Poo, I say to that.
The Australians have committed 1,000 more? That's a lot. Why do I feel like the Canadians and the Aussies are the saps in this whole debacle. Maybe because our numbers are small and each death still means something. For the Americans, the numbers of deaths have become meaningless. That's even worse.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
He's nice. He laughed. He has teeth! I'd never seen them before. They aren't great. You know how the British never have particularly good teeth. Oh well.
But he does have a lovely accent.
Never again will I be stuck waiting for an elevator with him, feeling tense and not speaking. What a freaking relief.
I was watching the commercial for it with my niece and nephew, ages 21 and 18, respectively, and it was clear that the “fun” that is supposed to be derived from the experience of watching a deliberately badly-made movie is lost on them. Completely foreign and alien to them. They’ve never gone to a smelly theatre (Hello, Cinema V) and watched movies from the 1970s where the film burns up or the sound is out of synch. Or seeing always the same print of a movie, so a certain jump in the film happens at the same place every single time. If you’ve never seen an original, what’s to “get” about a tribute?
And if the film-makers don’t attract the under-25 market, then they’ve got nothin’.
Who did Rodriguez and Tarantino make this movie for, other than themselves? People like me, in their age group. And how many 40-somethings who went to movies like that (like seeing The Road Warrior, oh I dunno, a dozen times…) are still interested in a movie experience like that? I still want to see it, but the kids think it looks dumb and uninteresting. I feel old.
The year in review, in point form:
Azerbaijani pomegranate juice
Diaper worn by a crazy astronaut
Evil Bush Administration
Hugo Chavez dolls
Joe Strummer, still RIPing
Oxford English Dictionary
Pope Benny 16
Xenophobia, thy name is Lou Dobbs
and last but not least
Monday, April 09, 2007
I'm talking about 6 more Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan. The Spring Offensive is officially up and running. Five guys from CFB Gagetown in New Brunswick and a Reservist from Nova Scotia. The oldest was 31, the youngest 20. What a loss.
I stared long and hard at their pictures on the front page of the Toronto Star this morning. It's incredibly sad.
I can't believe our troops are committed to staying in A'stan until 2009. For what? This is making me ill.
Friday, April 06, 2007
As for Saxondale, the first episode was so-so, the second better and this week's was very funny. It's amazing I can say anything positive about a show that refers constantly to 70's rock bands, especially Jethro Tull.
This week Saxondale delivered a eulogy that quoted a lengthy part of Kashmir by "the great Led Zep". Painful, but funny.
I was wondering if the theme music was Jethro Tull, given that it contains some heavy 70s flute-playing, but a quick Internet search (google "Saxondale theme") revealed that it is not in fact Tull but Focus. Remember Hocus Pocus by Focus? Ah, man, those were the days. Not.
Anyway, I'm going to keep with Saxondale. Prog rock rules!
1) McCain is an idiot.
2) Ware is way mouthy.
It was incredibly silly of McCain to claim that the Baghdad market was safe. And it was a bit much for Ware to say that McCain is living in "Neverland". But that’s Ware. Last year he said that Condi lived in a make-believe world, too.
I’m surprised it’s taken the right-wing blogs and media this long to mount their attack on him. They hate Ware so the only natural thing to do is accuse him of being an alcoholic. Sensible?
1) Ware is a war correspondent.
2) Ware is Australian;
so, of course, he drinks. I wouldn’t doubt that at all. And if he does? What of it? It’s such a cheap shot to attack someone’s character because you don’t like his reporting. Lame.
A journalist shouldn't become a story. Ware didn't ask for this.
Ware has a terrible nervous habit of laughing a bit at inappropriate times. A lot of people do this, but a guy in his position shouldn’t. It is too open to misinterpretation.
The right-wingers are so busy hating Ware that they’ve missed the point that, much to my dismay, Ware agrees with Bush. He thinks if the US pulled out now it would be a disaster. I don’t like to hear him say that, but I trust him enough to believe that he believes that is the truth. He’s there, I’m not.
I still trust and respect Ware.McCain’s campaign is dead and not a moment too soon. He’ll never recover from this.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Michael and Karolina Tomaro managed to get their 6-month-old child baptized as Metallica, but now the Swedish National Tax Board is putting up a fuss. While the Tomaros insist on their right to choose (asserting that the name "suits her" because "she's decisive and knows what she wants"), the Tax Board claims not only that the name is a direct reference to the rock band but that it contains the word "metal." According to the AP, the official handling the case "also called the name ugly." (Salon)
Any opinions on this?
I’m not a parent, but if I had had a son, I suspect I would’ve named him Joe after Strummer, but Joe is a real name. Metallica, however... If they had had twins, would they have called them AC and DC?
She reports that he left it on his desk all day yesterday, and today it is gone. He didn’t say one word about it. I suspect he decided to eat it, thus destroying the evidence.
He still hasn’t mentioned it. Now it is a question of who will crack first. I’m sure it won’t be him.
I suspect it was a mistake to take on an ex-cop.
I know it always snows at least once in April but that doesn't mean I have to take it like an adult. I want to stamp my feet and cry. Wah! Go away, you stupid snow.
No snow at Christmas, but plenty at Easter. This is not right.
And the slush! Don't get me started about the slush and the speeding, splashing cars! grrrrr.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
I remember being in Amsterdam in May 1990, sick as a dog and unable to leave my hotel room, barely even able to leave my bed. All day I lay there near-comatose, with CNN on the t.v. And every hour on the hour I watched the lights dim in Vegas in tribute to the late, great Sammy Davis Jr. Sammy’s death and being deathly ill in Amsterdam are forever linked in my brain.
Then in 1998, I was in Brazil on a work-related trip. I was sitting on a shuttle bus waiting to go to the conference centre, sitting next to a Tunisian man who was very high in the organization and who would’ve never spoken to me back at HQ, but since we were away from home apparently I was worthy to converse with. He pointed out the news-stand by our bus. Every Brazilian and foreign newspaper had big photos of Frank Sinatra and long tributes to Ol’Blue Eyes. And the Tunisian man was so pissed off. "So many important things are happening in the world," he fumed, "And all they care about is a dead American celebrity." (Of course, I’m thinking "but it’s Frank! He's the Chairman of the Board!" but I nodded politely and agreed.)
You see where this is leading? Now the 30-year-old wife of that 110-year-old Saudi is going to want him to take out a mortgage too. We're heading down the slippery slope of centenarian mortgage default by death. Can the world's economy sustain this trend?
Where's Alan Greenspan? Probably at Best Buy maxxing out his credit cards.
Somehow I can't picture myself at 100+ saying, hey I'm really old and I feel like owing money.
I was just about to blog about how this situation had been dragging on for far too long, that it was dangerous and no good would come of it. And, shudder, if it went on much longer Bush might want to get involved to "help" Tony. And then all hell would break loose.
Mahmoud must've known he was on the verge of getting a severe talking-to from me and decided it was easier to play the statesman than to endure my wrath.
All in a day's work.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
But it brings up an important point.
I'm one of those Westerners who's always griping about the fact that moderate Muslims or moderate Jews never seem to speak up for their religion whenever fanatics make them look bad. I'm constantly groaning about "why don't the regular non-nuts say something?".
Well, when it comes to Christians, the same holds true. Are ordinary, none-too-churchy Catholics going to stand up and say this Dobson nut and his cronies don't speak for them? Somebody should.
I'm sure Chocolate Jesus is deee-licious.
Then she “accused” me of not trying hard enough. Ha, said I.
Apparently when he yells at people “in that Scottish accent” secretaries hit the deck. What a charmer. She said he reminds of her of her crotchety old uncles (and he’s younger than she is). That says a lot.
I should stop now because I’m making him sound too desirable. He just sounds too good to be true. I just don’t understand why every woman in the building isn’t chasing him…
Monday, April 02, 2007
I'm rooting for Boston this year, only because they have that cool new Japanese guy. The expensive one whose name escapes me. I'm for him.
I was just checking the Red Sox roster. They have an outfielder named Coco Crisp. How can I not like this team?
And I looked up the pitcher's name. It's Matsuzaka. I'll never remember that name without some kind of catchy reminder.
What it means, I suspect, is that I won't be able to blog from work for a while.
I may never be heard from between the hours of 8:30 and 4:30 again. We shall see.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
I can't wait until Easter.
A Diet Coke is my comfort drink around 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon at work. When I'm bored and time is dragging. It's a modest pick-me-up. But I thought I was drinking too many cokes. I suspected I was growing dependent on them, and apparently I was right about this. I miss my coke! waahhhh!
I'm so glad I never took up smoking. I have no will power.
But I will make it to next weekend without a coke. I'm too close to victory (moral victory!) to give up now.