Nanukistan II

Nation building is tough.

My nation is a few scant hours old, and I’m already faced with a citizenship crisis. I have decided not to award Nanukian citizenship to the feline class. I was going to, but I realized that if they were granted full citizenship rights, I would be a minority in my own homeland. Totally unacceptable.

Therefore there will be no feline representation in my Parliament. Lest there be protests, note that there will be no feline taxation either. So, no Boston Tea Party for them.

I fear I have created a welfare state. I’m forming a Parliamentary committee to study the issue of importing some mice to create meaningful jobs for the lazy feline underclass, ‘cause really what do they do all day? Eat, sleep, lie on the couch, eat some more, sleep. Welfare Queens!

On the other hand, importing mice will increase the population imbalance between the human and the animal class. Hey, I’ve read Animal Farm. Therefore in the interests of avoiding a feline insurgency, the committee has decided that the cats are residents of Nanukistan because I invited them to live here, and their function is to amuse me. As they fufill these duties to an exemplary degree, there is no need to assign them further work. That’ll keep the mice out too.

No Visa Required...

to visit my new homeland.

In an effort to beat the Christmas rush, I have decided to jump the queue and declare myself a Nation. Yep. Welcome to Nanukistan. Population: one.

Originally I planned on calling me Soviet Nanukistan, but “Soviet” implied some kind of collectivity and since the goal of nationhood is to exclude as many non-Nanuks as possible, I’ve settled for simply Nanukistan.

I love my new sovereignty!

Taking a page from the Official Birthday Playbook of Queen Elizabeth I’ve decided to have two Official Nationhood Days, the real one on which I declared my sovereignty, i.e. today, 28 November and an Official Holiday. Since 28 November is a pretty lousy date for holding a parade, given the inclement weather of the surrounding territory, known as the “nation” of Quebec within the “country” of Canada, I’ve decided Official Nanukistan Independence Day will be celebrated on 1 July, when the weather is fine. I know it’s the same date as Canada Day but establishing a coinciding holiday guarantees me a day off work from my Canada-based employer.

I’m accepting proposals for a national anthem. I’m thinking something like “Hail to Me” or “Gimme an N”.

In International News

Lots of diplomatic to-ing and fro-ing on the world stage this week.

It started with Scary Dick Cheney flying to Saudi Arabia (my friends, the Saudis) for a two-hour meeting with the King. Why on earth would he fly halfway across the world for a two-hour meeting and then fly right back home? Either he’s demanding something (in his Scary Dick way) or he’s begging for something. Hmmm.

Today Pres. Talabani of Iraq is in Tehran meeting with Mahmoud, who is all smiles. Any time Mahmoud is all smiles, you know he’s up to no good.

W, the useless, will be in Jordan this week, meeting with Iraqi PM Al Maliki and King Abdullah, my favourite king. Does anyone else have a favourite king? (A favourite LIVING king? Not Elvis, I mean.)

And to top it all off, the Pope will be in Turkey where I imagine they’ve painted a nice big bulls-eye on the side of the Pope-mobile. This can’t turn out well. Weekly World News Headline: Pope's Goose Cooked in Turkey.

Thank goodness all we have to worry about is an influx of Liberal Party delegates for next week’s convention. Ho-hum, here we are, dull as usual. Maybe Iggy will get egged. That would make for a headline or two. Eggy!

Oh Fab!

“Italy captain Fabio Cannavaro has been named European Footballer of the Year on Monday, beating international team-mate Gianluigi Buffon and France and Arsenal striker Thierry Henry into second and third.”

I have nothing to add to this. I simply haven’t pondered Cannavaro in a while, so I’ll just kick back for a few seconds, look out the window and think about him.

Mmmmm. La-di-da. Mmmmmm. Dum-dee-dum. Mmmmmm.

Okay, I’m done. Back to work.

I'm speechless

Because every President needs his library…

“The President hopes to raise $500 million to build his library and a think tank at Southern Methodist University in Dallas.

"Bush's institute will hire conservative scholars and 'give them money to write papers and books favorable to the President's policies,' one Bush insider said.” (Washington Post)

Half a billion dollars. I don’t even know what to say about this. Insert your own comic book or EZ Reader joke.

It's our 2nd Anniversary

Two years ago today, I went to the Animal Rescue pet adoption clinic and came home with the Unholy Trinity.

How time flies.

I wonder if they appreciate how good they've got it. Spoiled monsters.

That's Life

I read this today:

"God, whose law it is that he who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despite, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”

In cinema news

There are too many movies out there and not enough time to see them. I need a week off to play catch-up.

I saw Flushed Away. If you have a kid or two and want to take them to it, make sure it is in the afternoon. That movie is so busy, busy, busy, it has to leave a kid totally wired, so no way anybody's going to bed after seeing it. I've seen better cartoons, but it was okay. Had a lot of atrocious puns, which I always like. Ian McKellen makes a great bad guy, even as a toad.

Today I saw Babel. A movie in which the bad things just keep on comin'. One bad thing after another after another after another. This film is not the feel-good movie of the year. That poor Japanese girl. The moral? Life is tragic and unfair.
On the bright side: Brad Pitt is getting wrinkles. Huzzah, he's just like the rest of us.

My list of movies I still have to see:
For your consideration
Borat
Fast food nation
Tenacious D (Yeah! They rock!)
The Fountain (It's weird, apparently)
Marie Antoinette
Little Children
and
last
but
not
least
Casino Royale.

I will make an effort to see Casino Royale.
sigh.

Russian Spies!

The weather's getting really Cold War around here these days.

We’ve got a flesh-and-blood Russian spy in custody in town and I think that’s pretty exciting. I miss the Cold War. Get this: “the man…was picked up at Montreal's airport Nov. 14 carrying his fake birth certificate and passport, about $7,000 in five currencies, three cellphones and five password-protected SIM data cards to go into them, two digital cameras and a shortwave radio.” That’s so cool, carrying a shortwave radio and five currencies. Maybe I will see Casino Royale after all!

And what makes it even better is that Russia has an actual Evil Leader.

There was a deathbed accusation at Putin from a Russian ex-spy in London yesterday. He was poisoned. Russians are really good with poison, aren’t they? That’s so exotically Eastern European. We don’t off our spies with poison here in the West. I think our shady characters go the way of brake failure or other mechanical problems. Off the cliff they go. But poisoning is so much more treacherous. I was glad to hear of this deathbed accusation because, in my opinion, we are not reminded often enough that Putin is EVIL.

In other news,
I turned off the t.v. this morning because every Canadian network was blabbing about Quebec as a nation within a nation, and I can’t stand to hear about it anymore. But afterwards I thought if the choice is between endless, grinding, repetitive chatter about our cultural and ethnic differences, or blowing each other to shreds with car bombs, I’m grateful for the endless chatter.

Let Us Give Thanks for Bob

Now that's what I'd call a pilgrim.
He was riding on the Mayflower when he thought he spied some land...

Lady Madonna

NBC ran a 2-hour Madonna concert last night. I saw one song, “Hung Up” (I think that's the title). I like that song. I just kept staring at her because she looks weird for her age.

Today in the NY Times there’s an article about Madonna’s appearance and the writer was full of admiration for how much time she spends working out and staying strong and limber etc. I broke a sweat just reading about her.

All this being said, she looks like she’s made of titanium. I looked at her the same way I look at female (and male) body builders. I can respect and admire all the work they do on themselves, but I wouldn’t want to look like that. There's a creepy factor to all this.

Happy Turkey Day

to all my pals down South from your pal up here in Soviet Canuckistan.

As John McLaughlin likes to say: Gobble, Gobble.

D'Oh! Canada...Hostie

What is with Steve's impromptu motion to have Quebec declared a nation within a nation?

I'm always so embarrassed when someone from the ROC (Rest of Canada) panders to us. And when it's the Prime Minister it is doubly uncomfortable. If there was one PM I thought would hand us our asses on a platter, it was Steve. If you'd told me last January (ah, that fateful 23rd of Jan.) that Steve would be on his knees before us on a regular basis, I'd've never believed it. But there he is again.

Word is Steve was taking a shellacking in the Quebec polls because of little things like Afghanistan (what? is that still on?) and his one-sided support of Israel. So he had to worm his way back into our fickle little hearts.

Can't let Ignatieff have all the glory, eh?

And all the parties except the Bloc seem ready to go along with this. By Jove!

I can't believe redneck Albertans are thrilled with their little Stevie these days. Preston Manning would've never proposed such a wimpy motion.

They'll all be speaking French in Calgary any day now. Tabarnack!

More on Bob, the Fashion Icon

In 1965 in London, Dylan fell hard for the polka-dot shirt. He wore fitted, button-up ones, but billowy, filmy androgynous ones too, and more than any other item, these have been a sartorial mainstay. (NY Post)

In 99.99% of cases, I think a man wearing a polka dot shirt would be a deal-breaker for me. But there are exceptions to every rule. I tried to find a really good photo of Bob wearing one of his beloved polka dots, but nothing was up to my standards. Heh.

Let's party like it's 1970

MONTREAL - A letter claiming to be from a new cell of the Front de liberation du Quebec and threatening to take action for what it describes as ''Anglo-Saxon imperialism'' in the West Island and west-end Montreal is being investigated by police.

The letter, from a group or someone identifying themselves as the ''Camille Laurin Cell'' of the FLQ, was sent last week to media outlets and city halls in the western part of Montreal Island. (The Gazette)

The "Camille Laurin Cell". That is freakin' hilarious. Are they 80-year-old freedom fighters with dyed jet black hair? (For my American friends, try to imagine the Strom Thurmond Cell...)

When they launch a Black Jaques Parizeau Cell, they can give me a call. I'll join, by jove. In my 3-piece pinstripe suit.

I live in west-end Montreal and just the other day I was discussing the "Ango-Saxon imperialism" of the area. Now where was I again? At the Italian/Jewish IGA where I get groceries? hmm. No, maybe it was at that Russian pastry shop? No? Oh at Azar's, the Lebanese restaurant? Maybe it was at the Indian place I ate at last week? I just can't remember.

As a west-ender, I DO resent being lumped together with people from the West Island. Down with suburbanites!

Fashion Bob

The current leg of Bob's Never-Ending Tour (18 years and counting) has ended.

(An aside to all "Dylaners": He didn't do All Along the Watchtower last night, the final night. How strange is that? Very strange indeed.)

So until the Spring when undoubtedly the Never-Evering Tour will recommence, I must find other Bob Bits to keep myself amused.

Here's one from the NY Post:

"BOB Dylan is many things to many people and everything to some, but also something most may not expect: an arbiter of style and a reference point for fashion-conscious girls everywhere. All the stuff that's in stores this fall - skinny blazers, stovepipe jeans, boatnecked, French-philosopher striped shirts, fitted peacoats, flat-heeled, mod boots, Wayfarer sunglasses, striped scarves - it's all Dylan, totally owned and not done better than the chain-smoking, puckish, "Don't Look Back"-era Dylan. "

It was a great look. It should be adopted by all. And the hair too. But not the chain smoking part.

Uhhhh, Nuhhhh, Uhhhhh

I’m the world's biggest wimp and even I think this story is ridiculous:

“Albert Argibay, a bodybuilder,was at a Planet Fitness gym with 500 pounds of weight on his shoulders when the club manager walked over and told him it was time to leave. Mr. Argibay, the manager explained, had violated one of the club’s most sacred and strictly enforced rules: He was grunting.

… at Planet Fitness, a national chain with 120 locations, it is a matter not only of etiquette, but also of club policy: one too many offending noises can get a membership revoked in the time it takes to do a sit-up. Nationwide, the chain expels roughly two members a month for various reasons, most commonly grunting and dropping weights.

The no-grunt policy is one of several eyebrow-raising rules — no bandannas, no jeans, no banging weights — that managers say are intended to make their target clientele of novice exercisers feel comfortable.

Statistics show that baby boomers who exercise once or twice a week represent the fastest-growing segment of health club members.” (NY Times)

So basically the rule is: work out, but not too hard, and certainly not hard enough that anyone will notice. This is insane. Yes, some grunters are show-offs who only grunt to draw attention to themselves. All you can do is ignore them, but to throw someone out of the gym for grunting is ridiculous. Now if he was passing wind at the same time, well, as hilarious as that might be, I’d toss him out. But if you can’t grunt in a gym, where can you grunt? A farm?

Dollarama!

"The United States Mint is unveiling four designs for one-dollar coins today, featuring likenesses of the first four presidents. They begin a series that is to last a decade and portray every deceased president." (NY Times)

Have dollar coins actually caught on in the US? I don’t remember seeing any in actual circulation. They aren’t just for collecting, are they?

What do Americans call their loonies? I guess this series could be called Prezzies? You can’t call them American loonies, can you? except for the coin with the current President on it. I shudder to think of the day that I may handle an American dollar coin with W’s image on it. Icky!

D'Oh! Drinking and Driving

“Starting today and continuing through the week, police forces across the province, including the Surete du Quebec, will step up spot checks for drunk drivers, as the holiday season gets underway.” (The Gazette)

I’m only bringing this up as an intro to say I was a bit shocked at The Simpsons last night that actually showed Homer drinking and driving. Well, sipping and driving, but still, by the time the whole family (and Moe) got to Vermont, Homer the driver, was pissed. It was strange.

Also, in the beginning I found Moe was a little too suicidal to be funny. The whole episode was a bit extreme.

The high point, though, was Homer gargling with maple syrup. Like a soccer ball to the crotch, there’s just something inherently funny about gargling.

The red wire goes where?

I was reading an appreciation of the economist Milton Friedman in the Times of London.

“His other hobbies included tennis, wooden cabinet making and assembling stereo equipment.”

This proves one of my pet theories. You DO need to be a Nobel Prize winner to be able to assemble stereo equipment. I don’t feel so dumb now.

Proxemics

Proxemics is the study personal space and people’s perception of it. I only learned this yesterday. This is a subject near and dear to my heart as I have HUGE personal space issues (i.e. Don’t Touch Me!)

A lengthy article in yesterday’s NYT was a bit of a relief to read because it showed that I am in the majority (at least in North America) and my behaviour is typical of our society (i.e. Don’t Touch Me!)

“According to scientists, personal space involves not only the invisible bubble around the body, but all the senses. People may feel their space is being violated when they experience an unwelcome sound, scent or stare: the woman on the bus squawking into her cellphone, the co-worker in the adjacent cubicle dabbing on cologne, or the man in the sandwich shop leering at you over his panini.”

It’s all our senses! Yikes! There’s no escape from Other People.

There’s a “close talker” here at work. She stands so near me I’m afraid she’s going to bite my face. She definitely violates “intimate distance”. She does it to everyone.

Here are the zones:
intimate distance (6 to 18 inches);
personal distance (18 inches to 4 feet);
social distance (4 to 12 feet); and
public distance (about 12 feet or more).

If I don’t know you, do not come closer than social distance! Scat! Scat! Get away!

How Very Low

Argh.

The U.S. government has vowed that Americans will never be hungry again. But they may experience "very low food security."

Every year, the Agriculture Department issues a report that measures Americans' access to food, and it has consistently used the word "hunger" to describe those who can least afford to put food on the table. But not this year.

…"hungry" is "not a scientifically accurate term for the specific phenomenon being measured in the food security survey." a USDA sociologist, said, "We don't have a measure of that condition."

The USDA said that 12 percent of Americans -- 35 million people -- could not put food on the table at least part of last year. Eleven million of them reported going hungry at times.

Beginning this year, the USDA has determined "very low food security" to be a more scientifically palatable description for that group." (Washington Post)

I suppose people with "very low food security" also have "very low money security" and probably "very low job security" too. I have a "very low tolerance security" for this type of semantic baloney.

In Business News

La Senza is being taken over by Victoria's Secret.

I ask you, what is the world coming to when a sovereign nation can no longer maintain control of its independent chain of sexy underwear stores? Honestly!

The only possible good that could come of this is one day Bob will make a La Senza commercial that will be broadcast on Canadian television. Isn't he overdue to star in another advert for ladies' undergarments. Yes, I believe he is.

Vive le Quebec Somewhat Libre

30 years ago today, the Parti Quebecois were elected for the first time, thus launching an exodus of skilled, educated, employable citizens who were terrified by the prospect of Quebec separation.

30 years later, we’re still part of Canada....and still getting lotsa $$$ from the Federal Government.

30 year later, numbskulls like Bernie “Dirty” Laundry are still saying independence is an achievable goal.

Sometimes it gets really, really tiring to live in this province. Sigh.

It's George Again

Clooney is People’s Sexiest Man Alive for the second time.

I guess this means I have to pull on a trenchcoat, a slouching hat and dark glasses and slither over to a busy news-stand (perhaps the bus station?) to purchase a copy of this embarrassing magazine. I only do this for George. Luckily he doesn’t earn this title every year, though he is certainly entitled to it.

Why can’t they put George in a top hat and a monocle so it looks like I’m buying the New Yorker?

He's no Sean Connery

I know this may turn out to be an unpopular statement, but the movie hasn't even opened yet and I'm already sick of all the "new" James Bond hype. Enough. I hope it flops.

Why they ever picked this guy to be Bond is beyond me. Look at him. The only role he is suited for is "The Vladimir Putin Story". I don't like him.

This weekend, everyone should be rushing out to see the new Christopher Guest movie instead.

I have spoken.

Celebrity Gossip Round-Up

What’s wrong with men?

Why would anyone cheat on that lovely Reese Witherspoon? She’s so cute and adorable*. I really liked her in Walk the Line. I hope she gets quickly over her scummy soon-to-be ex-husband and waltzes straight into the arms of that ruggedly handsome Joachin Phoenix. They made a nice on-screen couple, so why not?

As for the cheating scum of a husband, he goes straight into the Hugh Grant Memorial Hall of Infamy, for cheating men who don’t know how good they’ve got it. Long may he rot there. Perhaps he can share a cubicle with Brad Pitt.

But I wasn’t really too surprised about Reese’s ex-scum because I remember several years ago, before Paris Hilton was the media fixation of the past couple of years (Aside: is it my imagination or are her 15 minutes finished? We seem to hear a lot less about her now than last year. I ask hopefully), anyway, I read in an article about the Hilton sisters how they were regularly pursued by various men and two names stood out for me: Ryan (Boo Hiss Scum!) Philippe (“But isn’t he married to that nice Reese Witherspoon?” I wondered at the time) and Salman Rushdie. You see, I couldn’t focus much on Philippe because I was too busy being grossed out by the mental image of Salman Rushdie lustily draping himself over teenage girls. It still makes me shudder.

*If anyone is planning to leave a comment here claiming she is not cute and adorable, don’t bother. She is. End of discussion.

Iraq News of the Day

150 people were kidnapped this morning.

I just can't get my head around this plot. How do you kidnap 150 people at the same time? I think of kidnapping, in Iraq and anywhere else for that matter, as you grab a guy and throw him into the back of a car or van. How do you round up 150 people? Does nobody fight back? I don't get it.

And for the Ware-less of the world, I can report that I saw Ware* on Anderson's show last night. He was saying that PM Al-Maliki will never have any serious power because he's the only major player who doesn't have his own militia. How can you be a playa without your own militia. If you have your own militia, do you pay them out of your own pocket? I guess so. This is why I'll never have my own militia, I suppose. Why doesn't Al-Maliki have one? He can't afford it? Or would it be frowned upon by the Americans?

I'm trying to imagine this happening here. For the Liberal leadership, Bob Rae's private militia would be fighting Ignatieff's militia. Two nerd armies duking it out.

(*He looked good.)

Miscellaneous Monday

I have the day off for Remembrance Day. yay. It was supposed to rain all day, like it did Saturday and Sunday, but so far, it hasn't. double yay.

I was out raking leaves at 10:30 a.m. for about half an hour. I'm so good.

I've been doing housework ever since then. I'm so good.

I'm trying to decide which night class to take in January. I can't take another basic law class until the spring because nothing in January is being offered at a convenient time. So I'm thinking of a language class. Either Mandarin or Japanese. I'm not planning to go back to China any time soon, but I am planning to visit Japan in the next 2 or 3 years, so I'm leaning towards Japanese. I learned a good lesson in Italy, which is I HATE not speaking a single word of the local language, so if I can at least learn to say "where is the train to Kyoto, please" in Japanese, that would be great.

In theory, I should be taking Spanish again (for the 20th time) because that could actually be helpful at work, but I don't want to. All the courses are conversational, and I don't need conversational Spanish, I need to be able to read Spanish and increase my vocabulary. There don't seem to be any classes for that. And I'm not really keen on going over "la casa de mi hermano" again.

In domestic news, the Big Red One got walloped by Miss Hitler this morning. Their "play" is getting really rambunctious. There were tufts of red fur all over the living room. This was part of the reason I decided it was time for housework. I may change her name to Tuffy because she is a Formidable Opponent.

Remembrance Day

There are only three World War I veterans left in Canada. Average age is 106. I salute you, gentlemen. If I recall correctly there were six left at this time last year. This year could very well be the end of the line for living memory of the War. My grandfather was a WWI vet, but he has been gone for almost 30 years. I can't imagine still having him around. He was born in 1894. Boy, that feels likes a long time ago.

Today's the day when I think of my dad the most. Even more than at Christmas or on his birthday. Remembrance Day was a big event for him, and so it's become my day for him. He fought in France, but not for long as he was wounded after 3 weeks or so. He spent 4 years in England, preparing and training, and it was over for him in 3 weeks. A rather lopsided investment, I guess. He loved his time in England, though.

In The Gazette today, the front page is filled with the photos of the 42 Canadians who have been killed in Afghanistan. They have made Remembrance Day feel current again, and relevant in a new way for young people. Being a small country with a small army and a small number of Afghanistan deaths, we can still think of each of them individually. We look at their faces and remember their names. I feel sad for the American soldiers; their casualty numbers are so high, they seem more like statistics. That's a shame. It's just not right.

What's up Doc?

Loyal readers of this blog (all 5 of you) with astoundingly good memories will recall I saw my doctor 6 months ago, and he threatened me with cholesterol-reducing medication if I didn’t shapen up and fly right. How quickly 6 months passes. (Really, it’s scary.)

I saw the doctor again this week and had to confess that I had lost a grand total of 1 pound since May. That was embarrassing. But my blood work was almost identical to my results of 6 months ago, so I got another stay of execution. He’s a patient man. And he's as reluctant to prescribe as I am to take any prescription.

I told him I had heard about “people” who have unpleasant side effects (such as leg pain) to Lipitor and other such meds, and he told me that yes it was true, about 5% of people report leg pain when using these drugs.

So I says: “Well I don’t want that”.
So he says: “Well, then, you know what you have to do, don’t you?”
So I says (meekly): “Yes.”

I’m lucky he didn’t slap me upside the head with his stethoscope.

I live my life back at Square One.

Friday Cat Blogging

He's outta here. The Red One heads for the exit.

Tangled up in cell phone cameras

Someone has posted Bob doing Tangled Up in Blue in Montreal on Wedneday, on YouTube. I'm sure it was done with the best of intentions but frankly we can't see Bob, or see much anything else and we can barely hear him. Nice try, though.

Poor Tony

Very funny line in the Times of London today.

"A moment’s sympathy for Tony Blair. As battle commences between a Republican President and a Democrat Party poised to regain the ascendancy in American politics, Mr Blair will reread his gospels and sorrowfully reflect that no poodle can serve two masters (Matt 6:24, approx.)."

Baldwin News Flash

"SANTA MONICA, Calif. -- Actor Daniel Baldwin was arrested on suspicion of stealing an SUV.
Baldwin was stopped Wednesday by officers in Santa Monica who saw him in a white GMC Yukon reported stolen in neighboring Orange County, authorities said."

Moron. See, this is why we all prefer Alec. He doesn't steal cars.

We now return to our regular scheduled programming...

Dylan in Montreal

Here I am, post-Bob, and very happy. In my extensive Bob-reading on the blogs, it appears that he either blows hot or cold. And I am delighted to report that we got a Hot Bob last night.

It was like Bob knew my secret (or not-so-secret) wish list and complied. No Maggie’s Farm for us, nope, he opened with Absolutely Sweet Marie (Wish No. 1), and I was absolutely thrilled with that.

So happy was I, in fact, that he was well into Senor (talk about your obscure numbers) before I noticed he was hatless (Wish No. 2). We had good seats, not close enough to really see his face, but his hipster sideburns were clearly visible.

Wish No. 3 came true when he played Tangled Up in Blue. Now and forever one of my favourite songs.

Bob remained hatless until the halfway point. Then we got the black cowboy hat: which I’m forced to admit, looked pretty dang cool.

Bob’s voice? Put himself, Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen in a blender. That’s it.

Leave it to Bob to knock me off-kilter with a terrific version of Girl from the North Country. It was oddly, pleasantly jingly, almost like a countrified, electrified Christmas song. That was an unexpected pleasure, one of the high points of the night.

Another high point: all of his wiggling and bobbing at the piano during Highway 61. Bob was channelling his inner Jerry Lee Lewis. That rocked!!! Wow. Terrific stuff. I’ve seen complaints that he doesn’t move on stage. That is a lie. The man had ants in his pants.

Then he did Nettie Moore, which I knew he would, and he did it well, which I knew he would. My fave off the new record.

Then came Summer Days, which Ms. Chicken Coupons was waiting for, and by all accounts I think she was happy with that number. Right?

Bob does not speak to the crowd. I knew this going in and, you know what, it isn’t a problem. Because even though he didn’t talk, I felt he was very engaged with the crowd and the audience felt close to him. He gave us the songs, which is his job. And he does his job very, very well.

One tiny disappointment: not nearly enough harmonica playing. But if the trade-off for the harmonica is to have Bob doing a lot of toe-tappin’, hip-wigglin’ groovin’ at the keyboard, so be it. I’ll take it.

So now that’s over. What do I do with the rest of my life?

Fearless Prediction

With Rummy gone, Cheney will be next. He'll resign within 6 months or so, for "health reasons". They will claim that the tiny stone of a heart of his is giving him trouble.

This will pave the way for Bush to install his choice for Republic President in 2008 into the Vice Prez seat, thus screwing McCain, as usual.

W.'s choice for new Veep: Condi or Jeb. I'm leaning towards Condi 'cause George may love his brother but he loves a woman who worships him even more. Idol worship is thicker than blood. On the other hand, Jeb is neither black nor female, so he's got that going for him.

The morning after

Is Rummy a goner?
UPDATE: 1:20 p.m. Oh yes he is. He is gone, gone, gone. Go home and weep into your millions, Rummy.

Will Bush have a massive hangover at his press conference today?

The Democrats have taken over the House. Does this mean everyone has gone gay? Isn't that what "they" told us would happen.

I saw that when Hilary left the podium after her victory speech last night, the theme song they played was BTO's "You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet". Hey, that's a Canadian song, Hil.

I used to think Hilary had no chance of being President, but apparently 20% or so of Republicans in her district voted for her. And she's the Republican's Satanic poster girl. I'm keeping an eye on that broad.

Meanwhile back in reality, Israeli army kills 18 Palestinians in Gaza, including women and children. Who cares? Britney's divorcing K-Fed! wheee.

My 500th Post

At last!

Happy Bob-Day to you
Happy Bob-Day to you
Happy Bob Day every-body
Happy Bob Day to you.

Bob pic of the day

This was taken in 2004 when Bob was given an honorary degree in Scotland.
It looks more like he's heading to the gallows.
When it Scotland, act like a dour Scot.

Why I have no confidence in the US voting system

I picked this up from the TalkingPointsMemo site:

"My wife just came home from voting here in Webster Groves MO. She used the electronic touch-screen voting system. . . She touched Claire McCaskill's picture and the machine recorded a vote for Jim Talent. She then called one of the people running the polling center who helped her correct the problem. My wife then had to call the person over another time after it recorded her vote a Republican again. In her frustration she asked the person who was responsible for the design of this system. The polling person leaned in very close to my wife and whispered, "We're f----d."

Republican majority, anybody?

Bob's in Toronto tonight

And he brings the warm weather with him wherever he goes. Actually I just made that up. It's slightly warmer this week than in the past 2 weeks, so I'll give him credit for it. I'm generous.

I wonder if Bob voted in an advance poll. I wonder where his polling place was. California? New York? Minnesota? Imagine being in line to vote and seeing Bob ahead of you. I'd make him my write-in candidate.

On this US election day

I don't want to think about the election and everything that can go wrong, so let's look at picture of Zinedine Zidane in Bangladesh instead.

Allez, Zizou!

More Italian photos

I may be running out of Italy photos to post. A couple of weeks ago, I posted pics of the outside of the Duomo in Florence, so belatedly here are some inside Duomo pictures. Unfortunately the picture of the dome is not great, but there were chairs set up for Mass and we were not allowed past the cordon to get directly under the dome. Oh well.

Here I am looking thrilled. Well, maybe not so thrilled. I hate having my picture taken, but I did need to have some evidence that I was actually there!

Mid-term Midtacular

I’m stumped by the behaviour of Bush and Co. in the final days of this campaign. You’d almost think they want to lose. But why?

I couldn’t believe my ears last week when W. firmly endorsed Cheney and Rummy and said he wanted them there until the end of his term. Are there two more unpopular people in the whole world? I think not. And yet, there’s W, supporting them 110%. Is he oblivious, or is something more sinister at work? Or is it simply that they are incapable of acknowledging any errors in their policies? Simply cannot do it.

Then, here’s Dick on the weekend, saying we’re not running for anything so we are continuing with our Iraq strategy as is. 70% of the country thinks that strategy is wrong, but who cares, right? Can he treat the American people with greater disdain? What a loathsome individual.

I used to think that the results would be rigged by defective voting machines or strong-armed disenfranchisement of voters in Democrat districts. But now I’m not so sure. I’m leaning towards thinking Bush doesn’t care who controls Congress because he’s going to use those Executive Orders, Signing Statements or vetoes, whatever suits his purpose, to push through his own agenda, or block Congress’s agenda, no matter what. He loves signing off on those Executive Orders. It’s a nice, neat way of giving the finger to the whole populace. Sweet. Long live the Chimperor.

This is So Gay

Like most people, I’m an amateur psychologist. I’ve been following this closeted gay preacher’s fall from grace. It really is a fascinating story. He’s not the first, and he won’t be the last.

I feel sorry for his kids. They must be so totally screwed up. But I don’t feel sorry for him because I do very much enjoy seeing hypocrites brought to task. It’s one thing to be closeted; everyone has his/her own reasons, but it’s a totally different thing to be closeted and to publicly condemn behaviour that you partake in in your own hidden lifestyle. Rule No. 1: If you are gay and in the closet, then shut up about other gay people.

Perhaps this preacher can now find love in the arms of Doogie Howser.

I’m trying to understand the mindset of someone who can live a double life. It must be very stressful. In this case, it seems like he’s relieved that the hiding is over. He owes a huge apology to gay people, though. I wonder if he will ever apologize.

I’m trying to imagine an equivalent thing that could happen to me. It’s like if somebody dropped in unexpectedly and found my house plastered with posters of Bush and Cheney. I’d have some 'splaining to do, I guess.

Bob in Ottawa

Maggie's Farm, like death and taxes, is inescapable. I've resigned myself to just sitting back and enjoying it.

Bob did some awesome harmonica playing in Ottawa, I hear. That's one of things I'm really looking forward to. yay.

North Country Bob

Bob is gracing our fair capital city tonight. It's so exciting. I'm looking forward to hearing all about it. (You know who you are.) I'm crossing my fingers, hoping that Bob has come to the realization that he has played Maggie's Farm enough for one lifetime and has decided to retire that song from his repertoire. I can dream.

Adios, Saddam

So the Man in the Hole will soon be in the hole for good.

Unlike 99.999999% of the planet, I'm against this. I think the Americans have figured out that one of the ways to escape from Iraq is to forget about democracy and install a new strongman. They're putting a want ad on monster.com right now.

Why look for a new strongman when you've got a perfectly adequate one sitting around with nothing to do? You want to make Saddam miserable and regret the day he was ever born? Put him in back in charge of Iraq today, and give him a deadline to get things in order. He'll end up killing himself just to get out of that mess.

Counting, counting

Like all of us, Bob used to be young.

World Round-up

While the news has been dominated in the past week by non-stories like John Kerry’s lame-ass failure to tell a joke, and the shocking revelation that there are closeted gay Republicans, a few other interesting, horrifying, scary things have been happening. But apparently nobody cares. Fer instance:

In Pakistan, a religious school was bombed and 80 people were killed. Ho-hum. Whether Musharraf ordered it, or the Americans did it and made Musharraf take “credit” for it (both scenarios are plausible), this is bad news. Huge repercussions are coming. You think this is going to discourage Pakistanis from signing up to battle the infidel? I don’t think so.

Israel has gone back into Gaza and starting firing on all cylinders. Who cares? More of the same. I’d forgotten that those kidnapped Israeli soldiers who were the catalyst for last summer’s war (remember that war?) have still not been released. Now there are negotiations for release and prisoner exchange. They couldn’t have done that last May or June?

Iran test-fired some missiles. Yawn. Including a long-range one that could hit Israel or American troops in Iraq. What? Americans could be hit? Hey, this could be important. Pay attention.

China is hosting a big summit for African nations. Does anyone remember the concept of the sphere of influence? Or is that so 20th Century nobody cares anymore? China’s very busying signing contracts and cementing friendships everywhere. Western media only care about Africa when a Star adopts a baby.

Fish stocks are being depleted at an alarming rate. I love fish! Somebody do something! Where’s Al Gore? Oh, he’s in England, in his new role consulting with the government. As long as there’s alarming global warming news, Al will never be out of a job.

Countdown continues

Today's pic: Bob and his mom. I like this one. I think it's 1997. He was getting some big deal award and he brought his mom to Washington. Whatta guy.

My favourite quote from Mrs. Zimmerman: "Of course, I love everything he does. I'm his mother." From what I've read, she was a cool lady.

Back to Italy

In order to put the brakes on my general crabbiness of the day, let's look at some houses in San Gimignano. Perhaps this may put me in a better mood.

Losers! All of them! Losers!

Why can’t anybody in the world spell the word “lose” correctly? I realize it is pronounced looze, but still. Has this word been omitted by computer spellcheckers everywhere? I don’t think a day goes by without my coming across a misspelled “loose”. Drives me up the wall every single time.

And now today, this caption in the Times of London (!) no less: “Mr Bush was in fighting form among supporters in Sugar Land, Texas, despite strong indications that the Republicans could loose congress”. May I just say: Fuck!

What is the world coming to? Or, to what is the world coming? Heh heh.

Bobby D

Is De Niro ever going to make another great movie? I’m looking through his list of films on IMDB. In 1995, he made Casino and Heat. That was a good year, but that’s 11 years ago. Since then everything’s gone south. It's bitterly disappointing. What’s up with that? He did The Score in 2001. That was only fun for two reasons: 1) it had Brando in it and 2) it was filmed in Montreal. (OK, Ed Norton was alright but don’t get me started on what I think about his performances lately…)

Why isn’t Bobby D hooking up with Marty S again? I know Leo is now Marty’s muse, but come on, a nice meaty supporting role for Bobby, for old times sake.

And stop with the comedies. De Niro should’ve made only one comedy in his life. The one with Charles Grodin…Midnight Run. That should’ve been it.

Is this the first time I complain about De Niro? I can’t remember. I know I always feel like complaining about him, but this may be the first time I actually got around to doing it. Do you think he cares that he’s disappointed me? Short answer: No.

Six days to go...

Today on the Big Bob Countdown we have a sweet picture from the photo shoot for the Desire album cover. This would be 1975-76 so Bob was 34, quite a bit younger than I am now. He still looks young here. He's “Big Hat, Big Coat Bob”.

Bob sure loves hats. He always wearing them, which bothers me ‘cause that means we don’t get to see his wild-man hair. When Bob removes his hat, does he have “hat hair”? I suspect not. I suspect he is one of the lucky ones whose hair just springs back to normal and doesn’t, unlike yours truly, have his hair looking glued to his head.

I know he will be wearing a hat in concert, probably a black one with a wide brim. What can you do, eh?

Being from the North Country, Bob knows the importance of wearing a hat in winter. And yet so many of us Northerners don’t wear one. I’m veering dangerously close to transforming this post into a lament about the unavoidable winter that will soon be upon us. Wah.

Important Medical News

“Researchers at the Harvard Medical School and the National Institute on Aging report that a natural substance found in red wine, known as resveratrol, offsets the bad effects of a high-calorie diet in mice and significantly extends their lifespan.

"Resveratrol is found in the skin of grapes and in red wine and is conjectured to be a partial explanation for the French paradox, the puzzling fact that people in France enjoy a high-fat diet yet suffer less heart disease than Americans.

"The mice were fed a hefty dose of resveratrol, 24 milligrams per kilogram of body weight. Red wine has about 1.5 to 3 milligrams of resveratrol per liter, so a 150-lb person would need to drink 750 to 1,500 bottles of red wine a day to get such a dose. " (NY Times)

750 to 1,500 bottes a day? That’s expensive!

More pretty colours

I got home, turned on the t.v. and what's the first thing I see? On a split screen, Michael Ware and the colour-coded chart.

I'd like to think that Ware was saying "Wolf, I mean, this is the most retarded thing I've ever seen," but maybe I just fantasized that part.

I'm doing something wrong, obviously

This e-mail just in from a friend I'll call "Ms. Chicken Coupons". I really have nothing to add to it. She says:

"Do you think it's a sharing violation if someone tells you in the kitchen (while you're washing your lunch plate) that the first time she climaxed was when she was jogging at the age of 15 and she didn't realize what it was. I thought it was a little too much info. myself! And how does THAT happen when you're jogging?"

???

Looking at the graphic below, I am wondering if I am the only person who is astounded that the US military uses a little colour-coded bar to show how bad the war is. What’s with the American authorities and their colour codes? Colour-coded security threats, colour-coded war.

Do we have to assume that whoever is on the receiving end of this briefing is functionally illiterate, or is just really really impressed by bright shiny colours? Look at the pretty reds. They indicate deep, deep shit.

Why not make it vertical, like a thermometer, and declare that Iraq is running really high fever?

Is it that time already?

I saw my first Christmas-related t.v. commercial last night. Argh! It’s too soon. Damn you Canadian Tire and your stupid Noma lights!

One Week until Bob

I believe it is now okay to start the Official Countdown to Bob in the Flesh. It's only 4 days til Bob for our Ottawa friends! oooh!

I happen to really like this particular photo, so no comments from the Peanut Gallery (you know who you are...) As a rule, I hate mustaches, but there are exceptions to every one of my rules. This is a very cool mustache.

It's Halloween, Part Deux

Ouch.

Looking for Inspiration?

If anyone is planning to, oh I dunno, write a novel in the next month or so, and needs inspiration, may I direct you to the wired site. They have some 6-word stories that are really great. This concept springs from Hemingway who wrote a phenomenal 6-word story which I will now quote in its entirety:

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

That actually gives me shivers.

I like Margaret Atwood's contribution too:

"Longed for him. Got him. Shit."

and Frank Miller's:

"With bloody hands, I say good-bye."

I'm guessing if you can just get down those first 6 words, everything else will fill itself in.

Thanks for MsMushrooms for bringing this to my attention.

http://wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html

It's Halloween

It's Halloween.
It's Halloween.
It's time for scares.
It's time for screams.
It's Halloween.
It's Halloween.
- The Shaggs

If you don't know this tune, or have mercifully forgotten it (if that's possible) click on the link and then click Listen. You're in for a "treat".

http://hype.non-standard.net/track/190393

Looking for Gary

I watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on t.v. It made me wonder, what has happened to Gary Oldman? Other than the HP movies, what’s he been in lately? I can’t remember seeing his name since that political movie about the female Vice-President a few years ago, and in that one he was wearing an Arlen Specter fright wig. Let’s not go there.

Anyway, he should be making more movies.

Thus have I spoken.

Career Opportunities

Given the lousy weather of the past weekend, I was thinking I need to get a job in a warm climate, like, for instance, in Italy. I did a quick search and found this job in Rome:

LOCUST OFFICER (Information Analyst)
Rome, Italy
Fixed-term: 3 years
Duties:
1) Use a geographic information system to enter, summarize and archive locust, environmental, rainfall and meteorological data received from affected countries;
2) Assist in the analysis of locust and environmental data in order to assess the locust situation and environmental conditions;
3) Prepare inputs for the monthly Desert Locust Bulletin;

Requirements: University Degree in Natural Sciences or related field with academic specialization in geographical information systems

I don’t have a degree in Natural Sciences, but as a kid I really liked grasshoppers. I used to pick them up all the time; so that should be considered relevant, equivalent experience. I should update my curriculum vitae ASAP.

At the movies

It’s increasingly rare that I see a movie that I enjoy so much I’m still thinking about how much I enjoyed it the next day. Happy to report that The Departed is such a movie. It was so enjoyable that when I got home I put on Goodfellas just to watch more Scorsese.

The Departed is Goodfellas except instead of Italian-American gangsters, it’s Irish-American cops. That’s all you need to know. And Jack Nicholson is giant ham. The first few minutes are all Jack’s and he’s a hoot.

Everybody’s good in it: DeCaprio, Damon, Alec Baldwin (!) And I think it’s finally safe to say that Mark Wahlberg is a really good actor, without having to follow it by the words “No, really, I’m serious”. He’s terrific in this. I’ve liked Mark Wahlberg since Boogie Nights but I’ve always felt rather guilty about it, but no more.

And being a Scorsese movie, it has a few great-looking shots and terrific music. Great script, too. For once, my lousy memory served me well. I’d seen the original Hong Kong version, but because I can’t retain anything in this brain of mine, I didn’t remember any of the twists and turns of the plot, so I was surprised all over again. Hurray for bad memory.

Sunday

Another bleh day here. So grey and windy.
Here's another Tuscany picture. I like this one. It's got that Hand of God feeling to it.

Bleh Saturday

As predicted, the weather stinks today. So let's look at some pictures of the ominous clouds of Tuscany. This is the walled city of Montereggioni. Despite the clouds, it didn't actually rain that day.

Telling Tales on Myself

I know the beauty of a blog is its anonymity. Blabbing away into cyberspace to people who don’t know you, right? It really frees a person up to reveal anything stupid about herself. Or himself. But in my case, this blog is read mainly by people who actually know me so the whole anonymity angle is kind of a non-starter. So I had to decide whether I wanted to relate the following story which makes me look like a pathetic ass, but it is so physiologically interesting that I can’t resist.

A little background. A few years ago there was a young gentleman who worked in my building and who I thought was attractive. At least one reader of this blog already knows of him as the “Cafeteria Guy”, the cafeteria being the only place I ever ran into him. We chatted a couple of times, but in one of those mysterious, confounding cases of crossed signals or missed signals or whatever the hell it was, we stopped talking. Then his department moved to another building and essentially he disappeared. I rarely ran into him after the move. And if I did, we did not speak. He had not crossed my mind in many months.

Back to today. After work I head down to our gym. It is a small gym and very few employees use it. Those of us who do, all know each other. So I’m expecting to see a couple of regulars, but when I walk in, who is the only person using the gym? Yep, Cafeteria Guy. I stop dead in my tracks, then recover quickly, and walk in. He nods and says hi, I nod and say hi. But while my exterior is nodding and casually saying hi, my insides are going HOLY SMOKE! What’s HE doing here???

I go into the changing room still thinking YIKES! So I change and put on my heart rate monitor. And here is the funny part. Normally when I first put on the heart rate monitor, my rate is around 85. But now I switch it on and it's already at 115 ! Shock = adrenaline rush = elevated heart rate. Isn’t that bizarre? I switch it off, and then switch it on again. It's still at 113. It’s an Uma Thurman moment.

I was tempted to tell him that seeing him elevated my heart rate by 30 points, but that would make me look like a very scary head case. So I said nothing. I think his ego is sufficiently large as is.

Nothing else happened. When I went out, he was very inelegantly hurling himself off the treadmill and said that he was terrified of injuring himself on it and then he was gone. But he did have a piece of paper with a workout program on it, so perhaps I shall be testing my heart rate monitor again soon.

Because a week without Mahmoud is like

a week without sunshine.

Is this a recent photo, I wonder. Because his beard sure is lookin' scraggily. I suspect he is trying to win my affections by being more Fidel-esque. Sorry, Mahmoud, but there's only one Fidel.

Nice to see the jacket is still in good shape, though.

I hate this time of year

My good friend, theweathernetwork.com, says 1 to 3 cm of snow overnight, and 20-30 mm of rain on Saturday. bleh, bleh, bleh.

I really hate this time of year.

I guess I'm suppose to say that rain is better than snow, but still, it is so darn depressing. And it's grey today, even though the lying forecast had called for sun. I forget what sun looks like. gripe, gripe, gripe.

Things to do today:
1. Purchase wine
2. Consume wine
3. Purchase more wine.

Busy Week

What with being irked by the war and all, I haven't had any time or energy left to devote to disliking Ignatieff. I'll have to remedy that soon.

Also, I was asked why I haven't commented on the Belinda-Potato Head-dog story. Simple. I hate both of them. I think they deserve each other and therefore should get back together, thus sparing other individuals (like Tie Domi) the unpleasantness of getting involved with either of them.

Let's go to Siena

Dropping the politics again. Time for a break.
There are many motorcycles in Siena. This is probably true in all of Italy, but it was only in Siena that I felt I was going to be run over every 2 minutes.





But there are churches too!

A little bit of Michael Ware is good for the soul

Wolf Blitzer: "The president flatly said today the United States is winning. . . .From your point of view, does it look like the U.S. is winning right now?"

Michael Ware: "The president's remarks are absolutely striking, Wolf. I mean I would very much like to ask President Bush how he defines winning, because on the ground here, it looks like anything but. Given the state of chaos, given the near civil war, given the rising tempo of the Sunni insurgency, given the increasing influence, as Ambassador Zalmay Khalilzad pointed out, of Iran and, to a lesser degree, Syria, I would like to know how the president defines victory."

I look forward to the day when Ware finally completely loses it and says: "Wolf, Bush is a delusional nut job." Should be any day now...

All the Fun Stuff Happens in Cleveland

"On Friday, October 20th, 2006, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum will unveil its latest exhibit, Revolution Rock: The Story of the Clash, with a weekend of Clash-related events. The exhibit – culled from the personal collections of members of the Clash and major collectors – will intimately document one of the most important punk bands in rock and roll history. Revolution Rock will be open to the public from October 21, 2006 to April 15, 2007 at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland, Ohio. "

So unfair.

The lazy man's guide to withdrawing from Iraq

Watched several commentators on Iraq last night. David Gergen has the right idea, I think. He calls the US plan “blame and run”. Here is my version of “blame and run”. It’s based as well on Bill Maher’s explanation of how men break up with women.

Let’s say the US (and its military) is “the boyfriend” and Iraq is the “long-suffering girlfriend”. The boyfriend really, really wants to dump his girlfriend, but he’s a bit of coward and can’t face doing this mean thing out in the open, so he decides to be a rotten boyfriend instead.

Being a rotten boyfriend will involve doing things like yesterday’s raid in Sadr City that killed 4 Iraqi civilians and wounded 18, and didn’t result in killing any terrorist target. That kind of thing upsets the girlfriend, so expect to see a lot more of it in the next 12 months.

In this way, in a year or so, the girlfriend will be so fed up she will yell at the boyfriend to pack his toothbrush and get the hell out. And then the boyfriend can say to the girlfriend’s family and friends (i.e. all the other nations on Planet Earth) “Look I tried to make it work, but she threw me out.” So he will walk away.

But, girlfriend won’t be alone for long, but because new boyfriend (let’s call him "Mahmoud") had essentially already moved in about 2 years earlier and was just waiting for that empty spot on the toothbrush holder. Ah, home at last.

My Day So Far

Occasionally I have to work with a gentleman I think of as the Delightful Eccentric. Yesterday, we arranged that I would be in his office promptly at 8:30 this morning. Well, as usual, I was late so I didn’t show up until 8:50. I stopped to say hello to his secretary, and when he spotted me outside his office, he leapt from behind his desk and promptly SLAMMED his office door shut, causing his secretary to gasp and scream just a tiny bit. And left me standing there with my mouth hanging open.

Ten seconds later, he opens the door a crack, peaks out and says “you’re late”. And then happily welcomes me into his office.

I had told him I only needed 10 minutes of his time, and it turned out he could answer my questions in about 2 minutes, so he sadly said “you’re finished? But we still have 8 minutes!” so I thought of other questions to ask him. What a nut.

You don’t need a coffee to wake up when this is your first meeting of the day.

He’s retiring next year, and I’m going to miss him.

In Hell-Hole Iraqi News

Yesterday morning, I was surprised to see CBC Newsworld broadcasting live the pep talk from the US Ambassador to Iraq and the top US general over there. I watched a bit, while brushing my teeth, and a bit was all I needed. Bush is being criticized for his stay-the-course policy (“But I NEVER said that” sez W, apparently oblivious to the fact that television news conferences and interviews can be replayed at a later date!) so that poor general has to make the argument that they have never been staying the course, but have been bobbing, weaving and adapting since the beginning, like Woody Allen describing a relationship as an ever-moving shark in Annie Hall. Right! Sorry, general, but you’ve got a dead shark on your hands.

I was surprised at how useless the reporting was on this story. As usual, the only one who called them on this bullshit was (you guessed it) our man Michael Ware, who said “we’ve heard it all before”. To his credit, he didn’t yawn while saying it.

The guy who is really screwed here is powerless PM Al-Maliki. He’s snapping at his American occupiers, who feel free to put words in his mouth and then let him deny them. What a crap job he has.

Al-Maliki has clearly fallen out of favour with the Americans, and they are planning to toss him out. Isn’t about time the US installed every-Neocon’s-favourite-Iraqi, Chalabi the Hideous Worm, into power? Wasn’t this Cheney’s goal all along? There’s nobody left to run the place, and they obviously won’t take my advice, which is: Bring Back Saddam! Free the Man in the Hole! He will restore order.

Meanwhile, back in the UK, Tony says the British policy in Iraq won’t change. What? He’s “staying the course”? Didn’t he get the memo?

Two weeks until Bob Live in Concert

Is it too early to start my Big Bob CountDown? hmmm. I suppose it is. Even I can't hype Bob for 2 solid weeks.

Part of a Conversation...

...I had while in Italy. The Other Person involved will be identified only as O.P.

Opening: General talk about how the war is bad and getting worse….

O.P.: What do you think is going to happen to that man?
Me: What man is that?
O.P.: The man they found in the hole.
Me: I dunno who…
O.P.: Oh, you know! He was hiding in a hole, and the soldiers found him!
(pause)
Me: Saddam Hussein???
O.P.: Yeah, that’s him. What do you think will happen to him?

Statues R Us

These are all around the Uzzifi in Florence. I love statues. Always have, always will.

Back to Florence

I'm fed up with complaining about Canadian politicians.
Let's visit the Duomo in Florence instead.

Separatist Cat Fight! Meow! Hiss!

Nothing delights me more than watching former PQ Premiers scratch and claw at each other. Especially when one of them is (by jove!) Mr. Monopoly himself, Blacques Jacques Parizeau. Truly he is the most loathsome of them all.

People outside Canada won’t have the pleasure of being familiar with oozing Fat Jacques but, believe me, he lifts snobbism to a new level. In a nutshell, this is a French Canadian, educated at the London School of Economics, who speaks perfect English, like an Englishman. I ask, does anybody in the English upper-class still use the expression “by jove”? Well Jacques does, and he’s not trying to be funny when he says it, which is precisely what makes him so laughable.

So when he said, regarding Lucien Bouchard’s latest criticism of us lazy-ass Quebecois, that (translated quote): “Once again the Quebecois have disappointed Mr. Bouchard. Once again. It is a shame” it’s impossible for me to reproduce the insufferable tone of his “ironic” comments.

Bouchard responded that Mr. Monopoly himself had once disappointed Bouchard, referring to tipsy Jacques’s infamous drunken xenophobic speech back in 1995. heh heh heh.

Bouchard is Bouchard, an opportunist all the way. A federalist when it suited his career, and a separatist when that later suited his career. We all know where he stands: this being, where it most serves him at any given time in his life. Now his role is to browbeat us about our bad work habits. There must be prestige in this for him somehow.

Global Warming? Who cares?

I’m joining the Harper government on this one. Fretting about the future of the planet is just silly. I’m not going to worry my pretty little head about it for one minute more.

Hey! Not caring is fun.

Of course, what I’m really doing is griping about the govt’s new plan for fighting greenhouse gas emissions. It’s a “no plan” plan. I don’t remember seeing a govt policy so universally panned right from the get-go, except for Alberta oil executives, of course, who are “relieved”. It’s pretty genius, though.

Quote: [the policy] “sets a new target for cutting overall greenhouse gas emissions by the year 2050.” And “The plan gives Canadian companies until 2020 to meet as-yet undetermined targets for reducing greenhouse gas emissions.”

Steve: Let’s create a policy whose results can’t be evaluated until 2050, when we’re all long time dead!

And “as-yet undetermined targets” don’t have to be met until 2020. That basically says NOTHING has to be done for 14 years.

For shame!

On the bright side, in 14 years Montreal will be in a tropical zone, so I will finally have my wish of living in a warm climate year-round. Thanks, Steve.

Friday Cat Blogging

I dunno who started the practice of Friday cat blogging, but since I finally have a usable picture I now join a great Internet tradition...so..[drum roll] bring on the cats.

Another Tuscan photo

because there is more to life than comfortable-fitting jeans.

In Medical News

A drug company has told people to stop putting hemorrhoid cream on their faces. The cream, made by Schering, is called Scheringproct. According to a Norwegian TV report, "many photo models used the cream in the morning to get rid of puffy eyes." The report seems to have triggered a spike in sales. Please remember that the cream is "a pharmaceutical that is used on hemorrhoids and around the opening of the large intestine." (Newsweek)

This reminds me of Christopher Guest’s immortal line in Waiting for Guffman:

Corky St.Clair: Well, then, I just HATE you... and I hate your ass FACE!

Jeans Update

Detainees at Guantanamo Bay are getting fat. On average, each has gained 20 pounds; most have become overweight or obese. Reasons: Rich food and little exercise. (Newsweek)

Opportunity knocks. I sense a captive market for my new line of “George Kennedy fit” jeans!

More on middle-aged jeans

There’s a guy who rides my bus every morning, and he wears the male equivalent of mom jeans. They are a kind of dull-looking denim and have an ample seat. He himself is dull looking and has an ample seat, but I digress.

My question: is there such an item as “pop jeans” to complement “mom jeans”?

Is there a market for men’s jeans with a loose, comfortable fit? I’m assuming there is, but I suspect marketers can’t call them that because no self-respecting man is going to go to a store and ask for “comfortable fit” jeans. Male ego and all that jazz, you know.

I figure there’s a code word for these things that allow men to buy them without ever having to admit to themselves or anyone else that there are now middle-aged and have let themselves go to pot.

Roomy? No. Way too obvious.
Generous? Perhaps.
Mature? Nope. Too old sounding.

How about successful? “Successful man fit.”

Personally I’d name ‘em after some beloved celebrity with a similar physique.

“George Kennedy fit”.

The sleaziest headline in the history of sleazy headlines

“Priest tells of nude Foley massage” (CNN.com)

Priest
nude
massage

The media is going to have to go a long way to beat this one this year.

Florence - the River Arno

How does this look?

The first of my Tuscany photos. There will be lots more to come. This is from one of our hikes. Not bad, eh?

We, the Lazy Quebecois

I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to say about this story.

“QUEBEC — Lucien Bouchard's comments that Quebeckers don't work as hard as Ontarians and Americans sparked a furor Tuesday, with labour leaders and anti-poverty groups accusing the former Parti Québécois premier of being out of touch.

But some business leaders said they hope his remarks will encourage Quebeckers to rethink whether they can continue their current lifestyle.

“We don't work enough,” Mr. Bouchard said Monday night on the French-language TVA network. “We work less than Ontarians and infinitely less than Americans. We have to work harder.”

In the interview, Mr. Bouchard blamed what he called Quebeckers' poor work ethic and low productivity for the province's high debt and taxes and its economic stagnation.”

As I was saying to Rattansifan just the other day, my mother always said that Americans work A LOT harder for their money than we do. Now, apparently, so do Ontarians.

I guess the argument comes down to: do you work to live or live to work? And if you work to live, as we do here, how long can the economy sustain this?

Everyone’s saying the labour unions are too strong and workers never do one iota more than their job descriptions tell them to. I've spent a lot of time in hospitals over the last few years, so I've seen that attitude plenty of times, but I've also seen nurses and orderlies do things that I knew were not part of their jobs, so not everyone is the same. I know that work-to-rule attitude is not productive, but is it better to have employers who expect their employees to work regular overtime without pay? And employees who do it, knowing it is expected? That’s not fair either.

You know how, with US Generals, they can’t say what they really think of the Iraq War until they have retired? It’s the same with PQ politicians. They can’t tell Quebeckers they are lazy unless they are retired and absolutely certain they are never going back to public life.

Now I may not be a 100% pure Quebecoise, so in the minds of hard-core PQ supporters my opinion means nothing but, face it, if I was hard-working, would I do most of my blogging at the office? (Rhetorical question, that.) If this was Deadwood, people would call me a lazy c**ksucker.

I think it’s silly to deny that we work less hard than other people, but nothing in the system compels us to work harder*. So why should we? I like being out the door at 4:30.

*I do expect a comment from Mr. Anonymous on this. Rumour has it he works slightly harder than I do.

Lost in Space

I swear I'm making an effort these days to ignore the things Bush does, just because if I commented on everything I would drive myself crazy. But today he has irked me again and I must comment.

“President Bush has signed a new National Space Policy that rejects future arms-control agreements that might limit U.S. flexibility in space and asserts a right to deny access to space to anyone "hostile to U.S. interests."

A right to deny access to space? I’m waiting to hear from the Martian ambassador.

“National Security Council spokesman Frederick Jones said in written comments that an update was needed to "reflect the fact that space has become an even more important component of U.S. economic, national and homeland security."

When did space become part of the US homeland? This really annoys me. Grrrr.

A good reason to avoid Mexico for 4 days

This is really scary.

"Clown convention opens in Mexico

MEXICO CITY, Mexico (AP) -- There was hardly room for all the big feet and rubber noses as hundreds of clowns from across Latin America opened a four-day convention in a Mexico City theater on Monday.

Some 400 clowns, mainly from Mexico but with contingents from Central America, the Dominican Republic and the United States, gathered for four days of workshops, classes and, well, just clowning around."

Even the cutesy tone of the article makes me cringe. I'm an anti-clownite. I admit it.

Learned a new term today

From the Washington Post:
“The term "mom jeans" was introduced a few years ago as part of hilarious fictitious "Saturday Night Live" commercial with an unforgettable tag line: "This Mother's Day, don't give Mom that bottle of perfume. Give her something that says, 'I'm not a woman anymore. I'm a mom!' " It poked fun at mothers who wear the matronly jeans that immediately typecast them as being women who're hopelessly out of touch with fashion trends (at best) and sexually repressed (at worst). Women who wear mom jeans can be found everywhere: waiting for a latte at Starbucks, perched atop teensy chairs at parent-teacher meetings, running errands at Home Depot, Olive Garden.

To be fair ...mom jeans serve a purpose for a very particular type of woman. The denim is made of soft, washable cotton, so the jeans are very easy to care for. The styling and cut is often generous, especially in the pants leg, waist and tummy….

If the zipper on your jeans is the same length as that People magazine you're reading in the grocery store check out aisle, you're probably losing the camouflage fight. And if the back pockets are the size of an IHOP pancake and are situated on the fleshy part between the waist and the bottom of the booty, they should have no place in your closet.”

My question: what if you are wearing Mom Jeans and you’re not even a mom? What does that make you, other than middle-aged?

ipod nation

Last night on the local news, they interviewed friends and neighbours of a family who were murdered here in Montreal. Actually, the mother and two daughters were shot to death by the father, who then shot himself, and is in hospital. I have no idea if he will live or die.

These things happen all too often, but that’s not what caught my attention. What I did notice was one interviewee who talked about her shock and disbelief etc. etc. while keeping the headphones of her ipod in her ears the whole time.

I speak as an ipod owner. I like my ipod and wear it almost every day. But. BUT.

How can I take a person seriously if she keeps those things in her ears during a television interview on a very serious subject. I was appalled. There’s no way to know if she even bothered to turn the thing off, or whether she expressed her horror while listening the new Justin Timberlake. And she wasn’t a teenager. I’d guess she was in her early 30s.

Take the ipod off, folks, every now and then. Is that so hard? Show a little respect for the dead.

Gripe, gripe

Last night, during commercial breaks whilst watching Deadwood (which has commercials here, unlike on HBO), I flipped to CNN a couple of times. First, Larry King (our hero!) was interviewing the creepy wanna-be child beauty queen killer,.which was bad enough, but that’s Larry, I expect the lowest common denominator from him, but then at 10:00 I saw that Anderson too was reporting on the nut from Thailand. Is it time to officially throw in the towel on CNN? I fear so.

But I won’t because on AM yesterday morning, I did see Michael Ware reporting from Baghdad. As I hadn’t seen him in a long while and suspected that he’d finally been sacked for saying Condi Rice was living in an alternate reality, I was glad to see him still gainfully employed.

So I’ll keep watching CNN, but only in small, small doses.