Friday, November 30, 2007

Today in Waaaahh News

Environment Canada says it appears the country will have to endure its coldest winter in almost 15 years as everyone is reminded what a real Canadian winter feels like.

Canada has had a number of warmer-than-normal winters in recent years, but this December through February is forecast to be one of the harshest in recent memory. (Globe & Mail)


The Missing Link

Ever since I started this blog, I've had a feeling that there's always been something missing. Some important subject that never gets raised. But I could never identify what it was.

But today I found it! I never have any Abominable Snowman news.

Thankfully, this has now been rectified.

"KATHMANDU (Reuters) - A U.S.-based television channel investigating the existence of the legendary Yeti in Nepal has found footprints similar to those said to be that of the abominable snowman, the company said on Friday."

My goal is have more regular reporting on the Yeti, Bigfoot and all their furry cousins. (In a dry spell, I'll even go for Loch Ness Monster news.)

All Hail Oprah!

Oprah is right. It IS all about the power of positive thinking. That IS The Secret!

The Scottish man is out of intensive care. It's all thanks to Oprah!! Hurray!!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

There he goes again

That lazy-assed c***s***er Bush keeps ruining my life.

The Washington Post reports today that W. is currently reading A Confederacy of Dunces.

This means I have to take one of my favourite books of all time and toss it on a bonfire in the back yard. But only if he's enjoying it. Maybe he won't get the jokes and will toss it out.

What am I thinking? The story is a lie. Bush doesn't read books!

Oh, you naughty WaPo, you really had me going there for a minute!

Teddy Bear Update: No Picnic

A British teacher has been found guilty in Sudan of insulting religion after she allowed her primary school class to name a teddy bear Muhammad. Gillian Gibbons, 54, from Liverpool, has been sentenced to 15 days in prison after a day-long court hearing.

Mrs Gibbons had been accused on three counts of insulting religion, inciting hatred and showing contempt for religious beliefs. She will be deported after serving her sentence in Sudan's capital Khartoum. (BBC)

None of this would've happened if she had named the bear C***s***er.

I think the court should be convicted of insulting intelligence, inciting hatred and showing contempt for anyone with a brain.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Le Very Beautiful Noel

Tete a Claques X-mas video is great. This may put me in the X-mas mood.

I am queen of all negativity

It appears I’m the world’s most superstitious lovelorn person because I’ve been avoiding commenting on the Scottish man’s hospitalization for fear that doing so will cause some horrible twist of fate.

But 12 days on, he’s still hanging in there. Still in intensive care, but not, you know…dead.

Being grim is really exhausting, so now I have to be light-hearted and positive about the whole ordeal. Tra la la. Tra la la. Everything will be fine. (I don’t believe this for a second! Who am I kidding?)


When I was in Hanoi, I had to book my hotel and my flight to Ho Chi Minh on my credit card. It was a total of US$ 128.

I got my Visa bill yesterday, and with the exchange rate, it came to CAN $127. whee.

After decades of seeing ridiculous exchange rates on credit cards, that one dollar reduction was such a thrill.

World Report

Just because I haven’t been sufficiently outraged lately.

Item 1)

The British school teacher arrested in Sudan has been charged today with blasphemy, insulting Islam and inciting hatred after her pupils named a teddy bear Muhammad. Gillian Gibbons, 54, now faces 40 lashes, a six month prison sentence or a fine if convicted of the crime. (Times of London)

Let’s hope she gets off with a fine then leaves the country and never goes back to that hellhole again. I’ve had it with stories like this.

Item 2)

Annapolis Middle East conference. Annapolis is a sexy town, what with all those Navy men wearing dress whites. But what a joke. I’ve always known Bush is a lazy-assed c***s****er, but this is embarrassing. A one-day conference that results in a promise to have “benchmarks” by the end of 2008? That’s the accomplishment? I hope the participants at least got a nice supper and maybe a few decent buffet snacks ‘cause that’s all they got. What is one step below phoning it in? Bush is the pits.

mmmmm Annapolis

Item 3)

Strikes in France. I don’t care about real French news. I have to confess I only read stories about Sarkozy’s love life. Now those are interesting. If he’s really dragging more than one official babe to all his meetings, it proves that for a lot of women power is everything. I am reminded of the immortal words of Buck Strickland of Strickland Propane: “..I’ve got a pretty little mistress. I’m living like a Frenchman.”

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Big O

Ondaatje wins the Governor General's award for fiction.

I'll just leave a blank space here, and we can visualize Ms Mushrooms rolling around on the floor and having a tantrum. (She really don't like that particular book.)

Word of the Day

collywobbles: intestinal cramps, or other intestinal disturbances.

That's it. All my troubles will seem so much cuter if I start calling them collywobbles.

Me: Dr. Fried, will this surgery cure my collywobbles?
Dr F: Why yes, little girl, it will. ho ho ho.

(Suddenly my surgeon has turned into Dr. Hibbert on the Simpsons. Don't know how that happened.)

Meow Meow Meow

It's the 3rd anniversary of my adoption of the triple-threat feline army. How time flies.

Long live the Triumvirate.

They rule! I am but the humble provider of food, water, clean litter and furniture for scratching posts.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Me + Mechanical Thing = Argh!

I drive a 1993 Altima, as regular readers of this blog know.

The engine runs perfectly, but the body is full of unsightly rust. About once per month, I find a business card tucked under the windshield wiper that says “We collect scrap metal”. It’s not always from the same company; apparently more than one scrap metal dealer covets my vehicle. I try not to feel hurt by these billet doux.

Now I have another problem. There’s a short in one of the windows and it does not stay closed. This has been going on a couple of months now, but is only becoming serious now because, hey, winter is here. You wanna drive around in this climate with a back window that is wide open? It’s not fun. I always thought automatic windows were such a cool advantage over old-fashioned cranking ones, but now I'm not so sure.

But do I want to pay a fortune to fix an electrical problem on a ’93 car? No, I do not.

So yesterday I had to go all white trash, and duct-taped a sheet of plastic across the gaping hole. Fortunately, as I went off to beautiful Lasalle to do groceries at my fave IGA, the window unstuck, righted itself and I was able to get the window to go back up and stay up. Huzzah. Now, of course, I’m afraid to drive the car out again in case the dang window falls again. It’s going to be an exciting winter.

I’m leaving the plastic up. Maybe I’ll get a Confederate Flag sticker for my back bumper. Yee-haw.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Another Baffling Moment In Advertising

Maybe it was a dream, but I’m quite certain I’ve seen a commercial for an American beer (I think it’s Coors) whose selling point is its coldness. It’s America’s coldest beer. I think there is even some little thing on the can to help you recognize that it is cold. Because, you know, just touching it is so deceptive and unreliable. Is there a law that prevents all beers other than Coors from being put in the fridge? I’m confused by this.

If I was a Coors exec and I was watching a pitch from my ad man (for whose services I’d assume I’m paying a lot of money) and he said: Coldness. We’ll sell the idea of the beer being very cold, I would say: You, sir, are an idiot. Then I’d hit him with something.


I got two tickets for Bruce. I was originally going to try for 4 but the choice wasn't great. So I went for 2 and got section 123. I think that's pretty good.

My hernia surgery better not interfere with my Springsteen plans!

Climb Every Mountain! - Euro 2008

From the Times of London:

The team may have crashed and burned, the distraught supporters will not be buying plane tickets to Austria or Switzerland, but one Englishman may be on his way to Euro 2008.

Tony Henry, the opera singer tasked with singing the national anthems before England’s game with Croatia earlier this week, has become an unlikely hero of the Croatian game after appearing to make a somewhat risque slip of the tongue while belting out the nation’s tune.

The singer, from St Albans, Hertfordshire, should have sung “Mila kuda si planina”, which translates roughly as “You know my dear how we love your mountains”. Instead, he appears to have sung “Mila kura si planina”, which, although moderately nonsensical, can be interpreted as “My dear, my penis is a mountain”.

In actual football news, am I correct in believing that neither England nor Scotland qualified for Euro 2008? There must be tremendous teeth-gnashing going on in the Mushrooms household.

Australian Election

So long, Howard.

I won't miss you.

Break out the champagne!

Friday, November 23, 2007

My New Hero: Sim Jae-duck

A week without toilet news is a week without sunshine. Therefore (from CNN):

"SEOUL, South Korea (AP) -- The World Toilet Association kicked off its inaugural conference Thursday, hoping to spark a sanitation revolution that will save lives through better hygiene and break taboos about what happens behind closed bathroom doors.

To the celebratory rhythms of a percussionist beating on toilets, dozens of government delegates and U.N. representatives began two days of discussions on improving bathroom facilities for the 2.6 billion people worldwide who lack access to proper restrooms.

The South Korean government has given strong backing to the World Toilet Association, which has been spearheaded by the country's "Mr. Toilet" -- parliament member Sim Jae-duck. He earned his nickname for improving public restrooms for the 2002 World Cup as mayor of Suwon city."

I can’t decide what’s the best part of this story: the percussionist beating on toilets, or the guy nicknamed Mr. Toilet. Can I be Miss Toilet?

What is it with Koreans and toilets?


Springsteen tickets go on sale tomorrow at noon.

I shall be perched next to my keyboard at 11:59, my fingers poised, hovering and ready to strike. Trusty credit card by my side. Charge! It!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Today in Hugo News

"PARIS (Reuters) - Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez said on Tuesday that U.S. President George W. Bush belonged in a mental asylum for referring to the possibility of World War Three if Tehran developed nuclear weapons."

The question on everyone's lips: Will King Juan Carlos of Spain step up and tell Hugo to shut his pie hole?

Today's Hypothetical Question

Let's say you were fishing around in your knapsack and you found a piece of dark chocolate from a hotel, for example, the Sheraton Hotel in Hanoi. Said chocolate is packed in a crumpled bit of cardboard, not sealed in plastic. It looks edible. But it has been halfway around the world and lugged around on your back for over a month.

Is there any reason NOT to eat it?

Please Don't Squeeze the Deceased

Mr. Whipple died. He was 91.

That's a long life. That's a lot of Charmin. I'm not even trying to make a joke outta this.

Winter Boots: Day One

November 20 seems a tad early to have been forced to pull out the winter boots. I resent it. Perhaps today's snow is just an aberration, but from what I've seen of the forecast for the rest of the week, it don't look good.

This weather is very depressing. Stupid cold country.

Monday, November 19, 2007

New Rule: Crushes can't die

When you are the object of someone's (and by someone I mean me) desires, you can't die. You can't even almost die. It's stresses me and I can't stand stress.

Think back to last Spring and my infatuation with the grumpy, silent Scotsman with the great wing tip shoes. Things have progressed painfully slowly over the past months, and we are now on fairly regular speaking terms.

So what does he go and do?

Nearly die. What nerve!

He had emergency brain surgery over the weekend and is expected to recover. But man, doesn't he know the rule? My crush cannot die, he's not even allowed to come close. I'm already neurotic! Give me a break!

Imagine how Charlie Brown would've felt if the little red-headed girl had suddenly keeled over and died. His life would've been even more pathetic.

I don't want to be the Charlie Browniest! Is this gallows humour? Can humour get any blacker than this? I don't know. It's too surreal.


I saw the trailer for the Dylan biopic. I'm not really interested it, but I was amazed at how Cate Blanchett looks. She plays Dylan in the 1965-66 era, and she looks incredible.

She may just be making the most of a perfect wig and the right sunglasses, but it's still eerie.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Movie Round-up

This weekend I saw Death at a Funeral, which is very, very English. Pretty funny. I enjoyed it.

And I saw Michael Clayton, which wasn't as good as I was expecting. It won't ruin anything if I say that at the beginning of the film George Clooney escapes a car bomb, and then at the end there is a long sequence where we see the build-up to the car bombing, but I thought where's the suspense when we already know he's not going to die. I didn't see why this had to be revealed in the opening scenes. Odd.

One thing this movie tells us is that upstanding, honourable working class folk drive old Altimas. I could not agree more.

Happy to report that our cohort, George, is looking good for his 46 years. He looks his age. And still great. As do we all, right? Right?

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Attention All Word Lovers

Have you played Free Rice yet? No? Then do it today. I've posted a link.

Every time you guess the correct word, a donation of 10 grains of rice is made to the World Food Programme.

Improve your vocabulary while donating rice. It's fun. Try it!

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Name Game

Something I read today reminded me of a question I’ve never had answered. In Quebec, women who marry (and there ain’t many of them around these parts) legally keep their names. And whether their parents are married or not, more and more kids have hyphenated last names. But where does the hyphenation end?

Let’s say:

Joe Apple and Mary Pie have a son: Johnny Apple-Pie. Their friends Jack Banana and Brenda Split have a little girl Boopsie Banana-Split. When Johnny and Boopsie grow up and get married, will their kid be named Miles Apple-Pie-Banana-Split. And will his daughter on her wedding day become Angelina Applie-Pie-Banana-Split-Carrot-Cake-Spanish-Inquisition?

I mean, how does this work? When does it end, and who decides which of the names get ditched for brevity’s sake? I’ve never understood it.

It's Friday! Time to get disgusting

Does this blog have a severe shortage of scatalogical posts? Ya think?

Warning: Do not read if you are eating breakfast, lunch, supper or bedtime snack, depending on where you are on the planet!

JAW told me about this yesterday, and last night it was on the National news. I'm still grossing out.

"A controversial new treatment, which involves the transplantation of human waste, can treat cases of C. difficile infection. But only a handful of physicians in Canada undertake the messy procedure.

Studies that have been published show that more than 90 per cent of patients are cured through fecal transplants — most of them after just one treatment.

The procedure involves getting a close relative of the patient, such as a sibling, to donate several days-worth of stool. Louie tests the stool for diseases such as hepatitis and HIV and then mixes it with saline to create liquid feces. He then administers the stool to the patient through an enema." (CBC)

In the words of MAD Magazine: BLECH!!!!!

I love my sister but....BLECH!!!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Today's Quiz

Salon today has a list of 2007's sexiest men. I'm not impressed with the list, but this particular description made me laugh.

"The Long Island lilt. The arrogance. The temper. The paunch. The propensity to play louts. "

This should be an easy one for the readership of this blog to guess, as he has a couple of rabid fans here.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Goin' Under the Knife...

...early in the new year.

Thank god it's not before the holidays. When I saw my hernia on the x-ray I said: It's huge! and all the doctors (4 of them!) said: yes it is. They said it isn't urgent, but it's also not something that can wait a year. So early in the new year it will be. I must wait for the secretary's call.

They said the reason I often feel uncomfortable after I eat is that my stomach isn't in the right place. That's simple enough. I know I should've had a hundred questions but I went totally blank. So I'll write my questions as they come to mind because I'll have another appointment with the surgeon before the big day. I should have my wits about me then.

Operation is supposed to take 2 hours. The surgery should be done laparoscopically (spelling? I have no idea). If done this way, it's an overnight stay in hospital and 2 weeks recovery. If they open me up and find they can't do it laparoscopically, then its 5 days in hospital and 6 weeks recovery. I can see why the first option is more appealing, even if its only 2 measly weeks off from work. I'm already planning on asking my boss to let me work from home for the 3rd week. I'm sure she'll say yes.

High Anxiety

I'm seeing a surgeon this afternoon. Ack! I'm afraid of an operation. Yikes!

I have only two questions for him:

1. How likely is it that I'll die in surgery?
2. Assuming I live, how much time off work can I get?

This pretty well covers my whole range of existential questions: life, death, and lazing around the house.

If I'm home for a few weeks, I'll definitely need a new Sony t.v.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Scanning the NY Times on line this weekend, I saw that the Magazine's cover story was on the great eccentric Daniel Day-Lewis and his new movie, directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, based on a book by Upton Sinclair. (How often does that happen? Never.)

I saw the trailer yesterday. If I hadn't known it was an PT Anderson movie, I would not have guessed. It doesn't look like one of his. What it does look like is DDL giving it all he's got. And that's a lot. Looks fantastic. Can't wait to see it.

Today In Canadian Politics

Can you guess how happy I would be if Steve’s approval ratings took a nose dive because, fair or not, people will associate this current Conservative government with that crook Mulroney’s old PC reign.

A Conservative’s a Conservative, says I, and a former PM with envelopes of dirty cash makes everybody look bad. Let’s tar Steve with Brian’s brush. Wheee. Good old Mulroney, he can always be depended upon to make a mess and then be all indignant about it.

And I love that Steve told his Cabinet to have no contact with the old PM. Run away! Run away! I picture Steve in the corridors of Parliament being chased by Mulroney, while holding his hands to his ears and shouting: La la la, I can’t heeear you.

But, but cries Steve, I didn’t see any incriminating letter. Let’s all yell it together: Cover up, Cover up! Even devil-man Allen Gregg can’t believe that Steve didn’t know about the letter. Cover up, cover up.

De Plane! De Plane!

The gigantor A380 landed in Montreal yesterday. I saw it on the news. I did not attend the festivities. I was not among the 1,000 people who went to the airport to see the plane.

When the plane landed, everyone huddled near the runway was jumping around and applauding. Am I missing something, or is it just plain weird to cheer for a big jet airliner?

Monday, November 12, 2007

No Country for Old Men

This is a good movie. At first view, you think it's a movie about Javier Bardem killing everybody in sight with a contraption that is used to kill steer, but I think it's really about what the title says. It's about Tommy Lee Jones as an old sherrif who's looking around at all the drug wars and violence that have landed in his part of Texas and he just can't believe what he's living through. He just doesn't "get" the world anymore.

Garrett Dillahunt is in this movie, and he's also in Assassination of Jesse James. And I didn't recognize him in either movie. Deadwood fans will remember him as the disgusting and evil Francis Wolcott. How I hated that character. Anyway, it appears he's becoming a movie star. He has a good goofy funny supporting role in No Country, the kind of small part that is often memorable in a Coen Bros movie. A lot of the character actors in tiny parts are really, really good in this.

Sunday, November 11, 2007


I've never read anything by Norman Mailer but I was always interested in him as a public figure. He appeared in Montreal a couple of times in the past 10 years or so, and I didn't go see him. I wanted to, I thought about it, but I didn't go. And now I regret it.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

I wanted to put the whole title of this great movie in my subject line. I love this movie so much.

But. There's always a but.

Many years ago, I saw the Chinese equivalent of this movie. It was a Hong Kong western, a masterpiece called Ashes of Time. I loved that movie so much. But as I sat there loving every frame, JAW Fan sat next to me contemplating slashing his wrists because he hated it so much.

More recently, there was a Korean movie called A Bloody Aria that others liked. Meanwhile I spent the last hour of it seeking a rope which I could use to hang myself. I hated it that much.

All this to say there are movies I adore that I cannot in good faith recommend to others because I don't want to feel responsible if they hate it and feel that they have wasted 2 hours and 40 minutes of their lives. And this is one of those movies.

Let me reiterate that I love this movie. It's long, it's incredibly slow moving, but it got me in its grip and I was enthralled. So go see it, or don't. It was filmed in Alberta (and Manitoba) and it is gorgeous to look at. And the music is great. And the colours are great. And the acting is great. It's cinematic in a way most movies aren't. Brad Pitt is awesome and I'm not really much of a fan. But don't go because I told you to.

(For Ms Mushrooms, I see that many critics have called it Malick-like. That's all YOU need to know.)

Friday, November 09, 2007

Adventures in teevee land

Wow, it doesn’t take long to start talking and acting like an electronics nerd.

Mr. Anonymous graciously led me around Futureshop at lunch-time and I saw a lot of teevees. A lot of nice teevees.

But then…

We fell upon a Sony Bravia 40 inch (I think) that was showing Casino Royale, and we were both smitten. It was love at first sight. We ooohed, we aahhed. We could barely tear ourselves away. We were ready to buy popcorn and spend the afternoon. Man, what a beautiful picture.

40 is too big, but a 26 might be just right.

Drinks for all my friends!

In today's celeb news, my personal icon Mickey Rourke was arrested for drunk driving. The twist? He was riding a scooter. I like that.

He claims he wasn't drunk. Isn't that what they all say?

Unlike with most celebrity mug shots, Mickey actually looks better in his shot than he normally does. That's a bit of a sad statement, I suppose. He looks happy anyway...probably because he was drunk.

If anyone chooses to leave a comment re this post, please remember that this site is a "no-bashing Mickey Rourke zone". Thank you.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Very weird celeb news

NEW YORK -- A priest has been arrested on charges of stalking late-night talk show host Conan O'Brien by writing him threatening notes on parish letterhead, contacting his parents and showing up at his studio, prosecutors said Wednesday. (AP)

How tacky. One should never use parish letterhead for stalking purposes. Even I know that! sniff

I dunno what is at the heart of this matter, but I suspect it has something to do with Conan's unearthly coif.

At least this guy wasn't stalking Max Weinberg.

Electronic Gizmos

My VCR is dead, and my t.v. is on its last legs. Any suggestions on what I should buy to replace these dinosaurs?

I read something this week about a DVD player that also converts VHS tapes into digital format. I think I need one of those because I'd love to get rid of all my tapes.

No need to suggest I buy a 50" t.v. That ain't gonna happen. Nor will I buy one that has to be hung on the wall.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Oh No

Saw a few snowflakes today.

I know women aren't supposed to cry in public because we don't want to look like wimpy males, but please allow me this: WAH WAH WAH.

In the world of high finance

The Canadian dollar rose 1.5 cents against the US dollar yesterday, and another 2 cents this morning. It's now worth $1.10 US. This is nuts. It's all happening too fast.

Why didn't I buy gold all those years that it was $600-something an ounce? It's $845 today. I'd be rich I tells ya. Silver used to always be around $5 or $6 an ounce, now it's something like $16. Cra-zee.

And yet I remain poor.

As soon as the Chinese talk about moving dollars, no matter how few, currency traders around the world get the vapours. The Chinese have decided to dump some of their US dollars and buy Euros instead. As should we all, I think. Who am I to argue with the Chinese?

An Autumnal Question

Why hasn't someone invented a muffler for leaf blowers? Why do those stupid things have to be so loud?

I hates them things.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Big Girls Don't Cry, but Boys Do

A recent study from Penn State University suggests that tears are becoming more acceptable for men and less so for women. The study, using a sample of 284 people, found that men were judged much more positively for crying than women. This, according to the study’s authors, was because men were seen as expressing honest emotion where women were seen as out of control. (Out of control????? grrrrrrrrr.)
A man is seen as strong and unemotional, so crying hints at depth. A woman politician has to portray herself as tough to succeed. So when a woman cries it reinforces stereotypes and tells us that her toughness was just a front and she has revealed herself to be weak underneath. “This is why Bill Clinton can cry more than Hillary can.” (Times of London)

Nice, eh? So go ahead, guys, cry your eyes out, but ladies, keep it for the shower.


Okay, confession time, I have to be honest here. When the Red Sox won the World Series, and big hunky Jason Varitek was interviewed and had tears in his eyes, I got all mushy. So, yeah, I’m guilty. Crying men are very appealing. I hate myself for saying it.

Movie Moments: John Wayne Edition

3. In Donovan’s Reef, when the girl says "Mr. Donovan, I’ve been kissed before” and he kisses her hard and she says: “Well, I thought I’d been kissed before”.

2. Liberty Valance: “That’s my steak”.

1. In The Quiet Man, when Barry Fitzgerald sees the broken honeymoon bed and says “Impetuous! Homeric!”

I never stop watching The Quiet Man at that point, I have to keep watching.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Had to find this picture

It didn't feel right not having this photo on the site. It's so great.

Long live Jesus!

The Godfather, Part One

I was watching some of The Godfather last week, and there’s one thing I just don’t understand. And it has always bugged me. How can anyone be in bed with a severed horse’s head and not realize the thing is there until he wakes up?

How’d they get the head in the bed?

Maybe this is explained in the book, but in the movie it don’t make no sense. Did they drug the guy? I’m thinking if I was sleeping and a couple of Mafiosi came into my bedroom lugging a bloody horse’s head, they might make enough noise to wake me up.

But maybe I’m a light sleeper.

Proof that I am a Nerd: Part 87 in a series

I did something yesterday that I never do. I watched an American football game. I read so much hype about the New England-Indianapolis game that I decided to watch it.

Honestly, I watched it for the quarterbacks after reading an article about their different images and the type of advertising campagins they are each in. I don't actually care how much yardage they are passing for this season, or any other season for that matter.

Anyway, the proof that I am a nerd is that I find Peyton Manning far more attractive than Tom Brady. I suppose I should just go live on a desert island now, as I am sure this makes me an embarrassment to females everywhere.

Movie moments

There are times when I’m flipping through the stations that I’ll come across a movie I know well and there’s a moment that I have to watch. And I’ll leave the movie on until that moment happens. I don’t have to watch the whole movie, I’m just waiting for the moment, and once it passes I can go on with whatever else I might be doing. But I have to leave the station on that movie until I see the moment.

My top three:

3. In Casablanca, the singing of La Marseillaise.
2. Terms of Endearment, the first date, when Jack Nicholson hisses at Shirley Maclaine that she needs a lot of drinks to “kill that bug that’s up your assss.”
1. In The Big Lebowski, when John Turturro licks the bowling ball.

Pakistan = Hell

One would think if one saw a headline stating that lawyers are being beaten up in the streets, that it might bring a little glow of happiness to one’s heart. After all, everyone hates lawyers, right? But I see that headline and it doesn’t make me feel good at all.

I’ve been harping for ages about how Pakistan is the worst place in the world, and now we’re about to see it all unravel. Gotta hand it to Perv, though. Smart cookie. He knows he can do what he wants and no Western ally is going to dump him because all the alternatives are worse. He’s safe in joining the shirtless Putin in the Presidents-for-Life club.

Meanwhile, Osama sits in his condo in Quetta and laughs his ass off.

Friday, November 02, 2007

The One-Pillar Pagoda

Guess what the one-pillar pagoda is? It's a pagoda built on a single pillar. Thus the name. I like things nice and obvious on a Friday afternoon. My brain is slowing down.

I showed this photo to a friend at work who said she wouldn't show it to her husband because then he would want to build one in the backyard swimming pool.

I'm not quite sure why this place is such a big tourist attraction, but who am I judge?

This photo is the altar in the pagoda. Very colourful, but it seems cluttered with too much stuff. Or maybe that is just me projecting my own poor house-keeping issues on the pagoda.

Quote of the Week

Last night on The Office, Dwight was obsessing about attacking someone's eyes (much to Jim's horror).

Dwight's line: "The eyes are the groin of the head. "

Tidy Bowl Men Unite!

NEW DELHI - Though it includes such ideas as a solar-powered commode that runs without water, the 2007 World Toilet Summit is no bathroom novelty show.

Participants at New Delhi's four-day gathering of experts, toilet aficionados, and even royalty from 44 countries are grappling with health and sanitation issues that endanger almost one-third of the world's people who don't have toilets. (MSNBC)

My only question: why is this being held in New Delhi, when obviously the centre of the innovative toilet universe is Narita Airport?

Thursday, November 01, 2007

A Passing Thought

Did people who really liked Robert Goulet call him "The Goul"?

Philosophical Question of the Day

Is a life without bacon worth living?

There’s a big new cancer study that says if you want to avoid cancer and live a long healthy life, then you should stop enjoying life.

“Recommendations include avoiding processed meats such as ham, bacon, salami or any other meat preserved by smoking, curing or salting; only consuming small amounts of red meat; moderate consumption of alcohol; and avoiding junk food and sweet drinks.” (Times of London)

I’ll bet these medical wet blankets would classify Doritos as “junk food”, as opposed to the “food of happiness and spiritual fulfillment”, as they should be known.

Also unsurprising is that they recommend everyone be thin. Oh, that’s gonna happen. At my height, I should not weigh more than 128 lbs. Let me wipe away the tears of laughter.

More Halong Bay, or the Wang of Life

Whilst cruising around the bay, we stopped at a cave. It was a very large and impressive cave. Here's a picture of some people at the entrance. I know they are very tiny, but they are there.

Among the many interesting aspects of the cave was one in particular. It is called the Symbol of Fertility. Can you spot it? heh heh.