More than 55,000 people and 150 communities across Canada have leapt on board, pledging to turn off or dim their lights from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. local times Saturday in a show of conservationist solidarity. (The Globe & Mail)
One whole hour. Ooooh!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Canadian Icons go pffffft
Maybe I’m just looking for headlines to get depressed about, but today’s news is making me feel like a dinosaur. These two headlines in particular:
CBC Radio Orchestra to disband after 70 years.
Sigh. Culture is deader than Dillinger.
After 80 years, Canadian Tire stops publishing catalogues
I can’t remember not having a Canadian Tire catalogue in the house. It was something to thumb through as a kid. I was always impressed by the weird fishing gear, like hip waders. And camping stuff. We didn’t camp, as my father was anti-sleeping-on-the-ground ("I slept on the ground for 5 years during the War. Never again"), so I used to look at the different tents in the Canadian Tire catalogue, and read “sleeps two”, “sleeps four” or wow “sleeps six”. That’s a big tent.
Another depressing story: Tainted mozzarella from Italy. If you can’t trust Italian cheese, what can you trust?
CBC Radio Orchestra to disband after 70 years.
Sigh. Culture is deader than Dillinger.
After 80 years, Canadian Tire stops publishing catalogues
I can’t remember not having a Canadian Tire catalogue in the house. It was something to thumb through as a kid. I was always impressed by the weird fishing gear, like hip waders. And camping stuff. We didn’t camp, as my father was anti-sleeping-on-the-ground ("I slept on the ground for 5 years during the War. Never again"), so I used to look at the different tents in the Canadian Tire catalogue, and read “sleeps two”, “sleeps four” or wow “sleeps six”. That’s a big tent.
Another depressing story: Tainted mozzarella from Italy. If you can’t trust Italian cheese, what can you trust?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Another reason to love Scotland
I usually don’t need to reprint an entire article to enjoy a laugh, but there are so many great one-liners here, I don’t know where to cut. (From BBC News)
A 58-year-old man who fed pigeons wearing only a skimpy thong which was back to front has been fined £150.
Neighbours spotted David Batchelor in his street in Perth in the underwear which left his genitals partly exposed.
Perth Sheriff Court heard that children walking home from school had been passing by at the time.
His lawyer said that Batchelor had been drunk and there was no sexual element to the way he had behaved. He admitted committing a breach of the peace.
When officers had turned up to investigate they found Batchelor still partially dressed and with his flimsy thong on the wrong way round.
At the court previously, Fiscal Depute Hannah Kennedy said: "The witnesses watched as the accused walked between the common close entrance and the pavement. He went behind some bushes outside his house.
"There were a large number of schoolchildren passing his home address at this stage.
"He returned to his flat then reappeared still wearing this item.
"It was still exposing his genitalia. The witnesses were alarmed by his actions and concerned for the children who had passed."
Batchelor claimed he had not seen anyone around, but then confessed he looked at everyone as they went past and the "schoolgirls were bonnie."
Mrs Kennedy added: "Asked why he did it, he replied 'I don't know. I was just feeding the birds and if I was wanting to do that I would just go down town and get a whore'."
Sheriff Michael Fletcher said: "The alcohol seems to be at the root of the problem and nothing much can be done about that, given his attitude towards it."
A 58-year-old man who fed pigeons wearing only a skimpy thong which was back to front has been fined £150.
Neighbours spotted David Batchelor in his street in Perth in the underwear which left his genitals partly exposed.
Perth Sheriff Court heard that children walking home from school had been passing by at the time.
His lawyer said that Batchelor had been drunk and there was no sexual element to the way he had behaved. He admitted committing a breach of the peace.
When officers had turned up to investigate they found Batchelor still partially dressed and with his flimsy thong on the wrong way round.
At the court previously, Fiscal Depute Hannah Kennedy said: "The witnesses watched as the accused walked between the common close entrance and the pavement. He went behind some bushes outside his house.
"There were a large number of schoolchildren passing his home address at this stage.
"He returned to his flat then reappeared still wearing this item.
"It was still exposing his genitalia. The witnesses were alarmed by his actions and concerned for the children who had passed."
Batchelor claimed he had not seen anyone around, but then confessed he looked at everyone as they went past and the "schoolgirls were bonnie."
Mrs Kennedy added: "Asked why he did it, he replied 'I don't know. I was just feeding the birds and if I was wanting to do that I would just go down town and get a whore'."
Sheriff Michael Fletcher said: "The alcohol seems to be at the root of the problem and nothing much can be done about that, given his attitude towards it."
Legends of the Fall
Sometimes I hates my own laziness.
There's a big patch of ice at the foot of my porch. Over a week ago, I took out the salt and planned (oh, some day) to spread salt over the ice to help the thaw along. But did I do that? No.
So this a.m. I'm hauling out my garbage bag and zoooom out go my feet from under me and SPLAT down I go.
My left leg twisted like a fusilli. My ankle is effing throbbing now. It feels like a corkscrew.
On the bright side, I still have a lot of post-op pain killers at home. So this evening I might just down a few of those babies and see what happens. And if it still hurts in the morning, well, I might just have to stay home and rest it, ice it and elevate it.
There's a big patch of ice at the foot of my porch. Over a week ago, I took out the salt and planned (oh, some day) to spread salt over the ice to help the thaw along. But did I do that? No.
So this a.m. I'm hauling out my garbage bag and zoooom out go my feet from under me and SPLAT down I go.
My left leg twisted like a fusilli. My ankle is effing throbbing now. It feels like a corkscrew.
On the bright side, I still have a lot of post-op pain killers at home. So this evening I might just down a few of those babies and see what happens. And if it still hurts in the morning, well, I might just have to stay home and rest it, ice it and elevate it.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Coincidence?
The weather's been okay for the past 2 days, and I find myself with nothing to blog about.
This would imply that if it were not for bad weather I would have nothing else to talk about. How dull is that?
Is it me, or is there nothing of interest going on these days? I should join Boreds Anonymous.
I don't even have any work-related bathroom antics to analyze.
Sure, I could write about Patrick Roy & Son. But that can be summed up in a couple of words: Idiots pere et fils. yawn.
I could say something about Tibet. But the only thing I can think of is that I wish Western people would stop treating the Dalai Lama like he's a cool prop. He's not our toy.
Hillary's apparently a big liar, and Barack's at the beach this week. McCain remains a crazy old geezer.
Some Liberals want to get rid of Stephane Dion. Politics is an ugly nasty business. Why does anyone want to be in it. I confess the more I see of Iggy in Parliament, the more I like him. That's a 180 for me. I think he's the future leader of the Libs.
Kids in Quebec can't speak or write French properly. This is disturbing.
When is the snow going to seriously start melting? I'm depressed about it.
This would imply that if it were not for bad weather I would have nothing else to talk about. How dull is that?
Is it me, or is there nothing of interest going on these days? I should join Boreds Anonymous.
I don't even have any work-related bathroom antics to analyze.
Sure, I could write about Patrick Roy & Son. But that can be summed up in a couple of words: Idiots pere et fils. yawn.
I could say something about Tibet. But the only thing I can think of is that I wish Western people would stop treating the Dalai Lama like he's a cool prop. He's not our toy.
Hillary's apparently a big liar, and Barack's at the beach this week. McCain remains a crazy old geezer.
Some Liberals want to get rid of Stephane Dion. Politics is an ugly nasty business. Why does anyone want to be in it. I confess the more I see of Iggy in Parliament, the more I like him. That's a 180 for me. I think he's the future leader of the Libs.
Kids in Quebec can't speak or write French properly. This is disturbing.
When is the snow going to seriously start melting? I'm depressed about it.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Non-Easter
Easter this year was too early, too cold and too snow-bound to feel like Easter.
Now the 4-day weekend is finished, a cold April looms, and there's not much to look forward to.
Bleh!
Now the 4-day weekend is finished, a cold April looms, and there's not much to look forward to.
Bleh!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sneaky McDump sighting
I have established that Mr. McDump works on the floor below mine.
The elevators doors opened on that floor, and there he stood in all his sneaky glory.
The elevators doors opened on that floor, and there he stood in all his sneaky glory.
The Bathroom Thief (No. 2 in a series, heh)
JAW Fan has kindly submitted a list of possible names for the mysterious bathroom man. I'm leaning towards Sneaky McDump.
Any favourites here?
El Noisy
The Poopster
Sneaky McDump
Blastoff Barnie
The Scarlet Poopernickle
Farty Fred
Sh*t-Shy Charlie
Crapola Johnson
Any favourites here?
El Noisy
The Poopster
Sneaky McDump
Blastoff Barnie
The Scarlet Poopernickle
Farty Fred
Sh*t-Shy Charlie
Crapola Johnson
Long weekend on the horizon...
My boss has a weird quirk. She never lets us know when she is going to take a day off.
I like and appreciate my boss, but I don't know why a day's vacation is always a secret. This habit is both good and bad: Bad in that if I had something urgent to discuss with her today, I would be left hanging because I didn't know she wouldn't be in. Good because when I was told she wasn't here today, I thought, whooo, long weekend starts now! Just how much work am I going to do today? Answer: Not much.
In my defense, I will be having one meeting today with a very difficult person. That being said, are those 10 to 15 minutes really justifying a full-day's pay? Probably not. But at least I'll be doing something unpleasant so I'm not a total time-waster.
And I'll probably do a bit of regular work. Fortunately, I'm back on my counterfeiting and forgery task, so that it always fun.
I like and appreciate my boss, but I don't know why a day's vacation is always a secret. This habit is both good and bad: Bad in that if I had something urgent to discuss with her today, I would be left hanging because I didn't know she wouldn't be in. Good because when I was told she wasn't here today, I thought, whooo, long weekend starts now! Just how much work am I going to do today? Answer: Not much.
In my defense, I will be having one meeting today with a very difficult person. That being said, are those 10 to 15 minutes really justifying a full-day's pay? Probably not. But at least I'll be doing something unpleasant so I'm not a total time-waster.
And I'll probably do a bit of regular work. Fortunately, I'm back on my counterfeiting and forgery task, so that it always fun.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Remaining Current on Currency
I got a $10 bill today.
The quotation on it is the first stanza of In Flanders Fields.
I love that poem. Canadian money is cool.
The quotation on it is the first stanza of In Flanders Fields.
I love that poem. Canadian money is cool.
Office Intrigue
Forget about my career in forgery, I should've been a spy.
For the past two weeks or so, a man from another floor uses the men’s room on our floor. I see him come out of the stairwell, go into the men’s room whose door is right beside the stairs, and when he leaves he goes back out into the stairwell.
I recognize him vaguely as someone who has worked here for a while, but I don’t know which department he is in. Or which floor he works on. I assume it's the floor either directly above or below ours. I can’t see why he would climb two flights or more to use a bathroom.
But why do this at all? Why can’t he use the can on his own floor? Any ideas?
This is really bugging me. I mentioned it to my colleague this morning and all she did was laugh, but now she’s curious and wants to see the guy too.
Also, I need a nickname for this character. I've been calling him The Bathroom Thief, but that isn't really accurate. Suggestions?
For the past two weeks or so, a man from another floor uses the men’s room on our floor. I see him come out of the stairwell, go into the men’s room whose door is right beside the stairs, and when he leaves he goes back out into the stairwell.
I recognize him vaguely as someone who has worked here for a while, but I don’t know which department he is in. Or which floor he works on. I assume it's the floor either directly above or below ours. I can’t see why he would climb two flights or more to use a bathroom.
But why do this at all? Why can’t he use the can on his own floor? Any ideas?
This is really bugging me. I mentioned it to my colleague this morning and all she did was laugh, but now she’s curious and wants to see the guy too.
Also, I need a nickname for this character. I've been calling him The Bathroom Thief, but that isn't really accurate. Suggestions?
Rain, Rain, Hurray, Hurray
After 4 solid months of bitching about snow, I'm happy to report that it is raining today.
The Weather Office web site, however, seems to be hedging its bets. It has a funny warning that maybe things could still maybe change back to snow. It feels like a "Don't Blame Us" kinda warning.
I suspect that is to protect themselves because if the rain should turn to snow, angry Montrealers will storm the Environment Canada offices bearing torches and pitchforks, for sure. I'll be there.
Next problem: How many days of mild weather before my basement is full of water? There's a lot of melting to be done.
The Weather Office web site, however, seems to be hedging its bets. It has a funny warning that maybe things could still maybe change back to snow. It feels like a "Don't Blame Us" kinda warning.
I suspect that is to protect themselves because if the rain should turn to snow, angry Montrealers will storm the Environment Canada offices bearing torches and pitchforks, for sure. I'll be there.
Next problem: How many days of mild weather before my basement is full of water? There's a lot of melting to be done.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
31 July 2008, New Jersey
Tickets to see Bruce at Giants Stadium are now in my hot lil hands. I can't believe I've got them already. I keep looking at them and thinking how weird this is.
My sis is beside herself. I swear she's a bigger fanatic than I am. How is this even possible?
My sis is beside herself. I swear she's a bigger fanatic than I am. How is this even possible?
Dead Director News
Anthony Minghella died after a "routine" operation. Yikes. RIP.
I guess I should watch The English Patient in his honour tonight.
It is an awfully long movie, though. I think I'll just watch the scenes where Rafe is dashing, tanned and handsome, and skip over all the Rafe-burnt-to-a-crisp bits.
I guess I should watch The English Patient in his honour tonight.
It is an awfully long movie, though. I think I'll just watch the scenes where Rafe is dashing, tanned and handsome, and skip over all the Rafe-burnt-to-a-crisp bits.
You can call me a blind dumb ass
but it is only half an hour ago that I saw there is a lovely quote about the arts on our $20 bill.
I blame this on the fact that it is in 2-point font, and at 47 the old eyes aren't what they used to be.
But, seriously, did everyone but me know there's a quote from Gabrielle Roy on the $20? Knowing how much I cherish my $$$ you'd think I'd be looking at it more closely.
It says:
Nous connaîtrions-nous seulement un peu nous-mêmes sans les arts? / Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?
That's nice.
The $5 has a quote from Roch Carrier about winter and skating rinks. I dunno what's on the $10 because I don't currently have one in my wallet. And the $100? Don't ask me. Really. Don't bother.
I blame this on the fact that it is in 2-point font, and at 47 the old eyes aren't what they used to be.
But, seriously, did everyone but me know there's a quote from Gabrielle Roy on the $20? Knowing how much I cherish my $$$ you'd think I'd be looking at it more closely.
It says:
Nous connaîtrions-nous seulement un peu nous-mêmes sans les arts? / Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?
That's nice.
The $5 has a quote from Roch Carrier about winter and skating rinks. I dunno what's on the $10 because I don't currently have one in my wallet. And the $100? Don't ask me. Really. Don't bother.
Fools on Parade*
This morning at the corner of Peel and St. Antoine there was a cop ticketing dumbos for blocking the intersection. My bus goes through this notorious spot every morning, and every morning there are idiots who think they can sneak across Peel, but can’t and end up gridlocking the whole joint.
So the cop pointed to a grey van, and indicated repeatedly that the van pull over. Then he pointed to a car behind the van to also pull over. Which the car did. But the van’s driver refused and just stayed in his lane crawling towards the next light.
If you think your morning is starting badly because you’re getting a gridlock ticket, do you think it’s being made better by ignoring the cop who’s trying to ticket you? I wonder what the fine is for deliberately ignoring a cop. Could you be arrested for that?
An argument could be made that the cop looked around 15 years old, but I don’t think that’s much of a defence. Your honour, I thought he was just a kid with a shiny vest that said “Police”. I didn’t think he was real.
The van just continued in its lane while the cop wrote down the license plate number. This is gonna cost a lot more than the other guy’s dumb-ass gridlock ticket.
*This is one of my father's expressions. Which I had totally forgotten about until the very instant I typed it.
So the cop pointed to a grey van, and indicated repeatedly that the van pull over. Then he pointed to a car behind the van to also pull over. Which the car did. But the van’s driver refused and just stayed in his lane crawling towards the next light.
If you think your morning is starting badly because you’re getting a gridlock ticket, do you think it’s being made better by ignoring the cop who’s trying to ticket you? I wonder what the fine is for deliberately ignoring a cop. Could you be arrested for that?
An argument could be made that the cop looked around 15 years old, but I don’t think that’s much of a defence. Your honour, I thought he was just a kid with a shiny vest that said “Police”. I didn’t think he was real.
The van just continued in its lane while the cop wrote down the license plate number. This is gonna cost a lot more than the other guy’s dumb-ass gridlock ticket.
*This is one of my father's expressions. Which I had totally forgotten about until the very instant I typed it.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Fraud! Fakery! I love it!
If you had to be a career criminal, which life of crime would you choose?
I ask this because I saw The Counterfeiters over the weekend and really enjoyed it. It’s about Jewish concentration camp prisoners who printed fake currency for the Nazis. Why did I enjoy it so much? Because I love forgery and counterfeiting.
If I had to live my life over as a criminal, I would be a counterfeiter. I love the challenge and the skill of it. You have to be a true artist. It appeals to me. The satisfaction of producing an undetectable fake.
It would be a very satisfying crime to execute successfully. A good counterfeiter has to look on his work with pride. You need to be a perfectionist. But don’t boast about it.
Early in the movie, we see the main protagonist, putting together a fake Argentinean passport, and I was just so excited to watch the photo substitution. I think the 1930s were a golden age of passport fraud. It used to be so easy to do.
I liked Catch Me If You Can for the same reasons. I love fraudsters.
Over the pass couple weeks, I’ve been working (legitimately) on some documentation about passport fraud. (In short: we’re against it!!) I get such a kick reading about stuff like photochromic ink and intaglio printing. I read it all and think: Oooh, I want to do this! Somehow, I don’t think that’s the goal of the documentation.
I ask this because I saw The Counterfeiters over the weekend and really enjoyed it. It’s about Jewish concentration camp prisoners who printed fake currency for the Nazis. Why did I enjoy it so much? Because I love forgery and counterfeiting.
If I had to live my life over as a criminal, I would be a counterfeiter. I love the challenge and the skill of it. You have to be a true artist. It appeals to me. The satisfaction of producing an undetectable fake.
It would be a very satisfying crime to execute successfully. A good counterfeiter has to look on his work with pride. You need to be a perfectionist. But don’t boast about it.
Early in the movie, we see the main protagonist, putting together a fake Argentinean passport, and I was just so excited to watch the photo substitution. I think the 1930s were a golden age of passport fraud. It used to be so easy to do.
I liked Catch Me If You Can for the same reasons. I love fraudsters.
Over the pass couple weeks, I’ve been working (legitimately) on some documentation about passport fraud. (In short: we’re against it!!) I get such a kick reading about stuff like photochromic ink and intaglio printing. I read it all and think: Oooh, I want to do this! Somehow, I don’t think that’s the goal of the documentation.
Economics II
This would be funny if it wasn't so scary.
Markets have been tanking, and the Fed has to pump $30 billion into a PRIVATE company to keep it afloat. So what's the solution.
Bush makes a statement, telling us everything is under control.
Now we know the trouble is real.
Is there anyone on Earth who is less trusted? Anyone whose word means less? Isn't he the last person on the planet to be believed about anything, anything at all? He's told nothing but lies for 7 years and now people are supposed to relax because HE said things were okay. I'm smacking myself on the forehead.
Markets have been tanking, and the Fed has to pump $30 billion into a PRIVATE company to keep it afloat. So what's the solution.
Bush makes a statement, telling us everything is under control.
Now we know the trouble is real.
Is there anyone on Earth who is less trusted? Anyone whose word means less? Isn't he the last person on the planet to be believed about anything, anything at all? He's told nothing but lies for 7 years and now people are supposed to relax because HE said things were okay. I'm smacking myself on the forehead.
In Economic News
Why aren't we jumping out the windows yet? From the Independent:
One UK economist warned that the world is now close to a 1930s-like Great Depression, while New York traders said they had never experienced such fear.
A trader in New York said: "Everyone is in a total state of shock, aghast at what is happening. No one wants to talk, let alone deal; we're just standing by waiting. Everyone is nervous about what is going to emerge when trading starts tomorrow."
In the UK, a senior market strategist said on Friday night: "We have all been talking about a 1970s-style crisis but as each day goes by this looks more like the 1930s. No one has any clue as to where this is going to end; it's a self-feeding disaster."
Am I the only one who feels like the world is merrily sailing into a complete disaster and we're all totally oblivious? A huge investment bank that had its shares at $30 a piece last Monday was just "rescued" for $2 a share. What the f***? This is not comforting.
Eating chips is the only solution. Pringles. By the can. Don't stop until the can is empty.
Then open another can.
One UK economist warned that the world is now close to a 1930s-like Great Depression, while New York traders said they had never experienced such fear.
A trader in New York said: "Everyone is in a total state of shock, aghast at what is happening. No one wants to talk, let alone deal; we're just standing by waiting. Everyone is nervous about what is going to emerge when trading starts tomorrow."
In the UK, a senior market strategist said on Friday night: "We have all been talking about a 1970s-style crisis but as each day goes by this looks more like the 1930s. No one has any clue as to where this is going to end; it's a self-feeding disaster."
Am I the only one who feels like the world is merrily sailing into a complete disaster and we're all totally oblivious? A huge investment bank that had its shares at $30 a piece last Monday was just "rescued" for $2 a share. What the f***? This is not comforting.
Eating chips is the only solution. Pringles. By the can. Don't stop until the can is empty.
Then open another can.
5 down, 95 to go
It's the 5th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War.
WW2 must've gone by like a breeze compared to this.
I love the word quagmire. It's one of my fave words.
WW2 must've gone by like a breeze compared to this.
I love the word quagmire. It's one of my fave words.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Chips!
The first time I set foot in Saratoga Springs, New York, a weird sensation told me that this must be my spiritual home. And today I learned why.
Potato chips were invented there. In 1853. One would think 1853 would be in the history books like 1066 or 1776. But no. How wrong this is.
CBS Sunday Morning had a feature all about chips today. It directed me to this great web site: taquitos.net where they review all kinds of snack foods. These are people after my own heart.
http://www.taquitos.net/snacks.php?page_code=6
Potato chips were invented there. In 1853. One would think 1853 would be in the history books like 1066 or 1776. But no. How wrong this is.
CBS Sunday Morning had a feature all about chips today. It directed me to this great web site: taquitos.net where they review all kinds of snack foods. These are people after my own heart.
http://www.taquitos.net/snacks.php?page_code=6
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Cutest thing in the entire world
There is nothing cuter than this. Really.
In a year's time she'll be able to kill you with one swipe of her claws. But for now, Awwwww!
In a year's time she'll be able to kill you with one swipe of her claws. But for now, Awwwww!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Poor Newfoundland
They really got socked yesterday. 50 cm! And some people are living my nightmare. Being stranded at work.
Being stuck at home I can deal with, but the thought of being stuck at work overnight is really not fun.
A cab driver told me yesterday we're supposed to get another storm, 30 cm, next week. I hate cab-driving doomsayers.
Being stuck at home I can deal with, but the thought of being stuck at work overnight is really not fun.
A cab driver told me yesterday we're supposed to get another storm, 30 cm, next week. I hate cab-driving doomsayers.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Lies, All Lies
This is the most absurd thing I have ever read in my life. From yesterday's NY Times:
"Based on national averages, a 40-year-old woman should be able to do 16 push-ups and a man the same age should be able to do 27. By the age of 60, those numbers drop to 17 for men and 6 for women. Those numbers are just slightly less than what is required of Army soldiers who are subjected to regular push-up tests."
"National averages" are "just slightly less" than what the Army requires? In what alien land of fitness is this?
I was discussing this with a friend who is 52 and by my standards, she is insanely, ridiculously fit. She said she can do 6 push-ups, which puts her in the category of a 60-year-old woman in the NY Times' crazy la-la land.
These are real push-ups, not those on-your-knees girly push-ups. I don't know any woman (well, maybe one) who can do 16 real ones. And, guys I know, I'd venture that none of you can do 27. Anyone care to prove me wrong?
"Based on national averages, a 40-year-old woman should be able to do 16 push-ups and a man the same age should be able to do 27. By the age of 60, those numbers drop to 17 for men and 6 for women. Those numbers are just slightly less than what is required of Army soldiers who are subjected to regular push-up tests."
"National averages" are "just slightly less" than what the Army requires? In what alien land of fitness is this?
I was discussing this with a friend who is 52 and by my standards, she is insanely, ridiculously fit. She said she can do 6 push-ups, which puts her in the category of a 60-year-old woman in the NY Times' crazy la-la land.
These are real push-ups, not those on-your-knees girly push-ups. I don't know any woman (well, maybe one) who can do 16 real ones. And, guys I know, I'd venture that none of you can do 27. Anyone care to prove me wrong?
Patience is rewarded
Almost 90 minutes of plunking away at the Refresh key, but I finally got through to buy a Leonard Cohen ticket. Quel ordeal.
Anyway, I got a seat in the 21st row which I think is pretty good. It's on the third night, so I hope he hasn't exhausted himself by then...
Anyway, I got a seat in the 21st row which I think is pretty good. It's on the third night, so I hope he hasn't exhausted himself by then...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A Nation of JAW Fans
MONTREAL — In Montreal, a man pulled a toy gun in a dispute over a parking spot on a snow-clogged street. In Quebec City, a resident allegedly pulled out a real shotgun after a neighbour's snow was blown onto his lawn.
This winter, some people appear to be reaching their psychological tipping point. Police and professionals describe it as snow rage. (Globe & Mail)
Is anyone surprised?
This winter, some people appear to be reaching their psychological tipping point. Police and professionals describe it as snow rage. (Globe & Mail)
Is anyone surprised?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Spitzer, Part Two
The more I read about this Spitzer investigation, the more I’m convinced the guy’s an idiot. Quote: suspicious financial transactions reported to them (the investigators) by banks found several unusual movements of cash involving the governor of New York.
He’s using money from his office? Traceable money from his office? What a maroon.
Why didn’t he just hire cheaper hookers and pay cash?
I know it didn’t work for Hugh Grant, but still.
If this was just a hooker thing, and not a money thing, I would let him off the hook. Let the wrath (and lawyers) of his wife come down on his head. That would be enough.
Also, if I was the wife of some high-profile dumb ass who got caught in this situation, there is no way in Hell I’d be meekly standing by my man at the press conference, looking all wifey and supportive. I’d tell him to go out there and face the press all by his lonesome dumb ass self. Then I’d hold a separate news conference just to ask: Can you believe what a dumb ass my husband is?
He’s using money from his office? Traceable money from his office? What a maroon.
Why didn’t he just hire cheaper hookers and pay cash?
I know it didn’t work for Hugh Grant, but still.
If this was just a hooker thing, and not a money thing, I would let him off the hook. Let the wrath (and lawyers) of his wife come down on his head. That would be enough.
Also, if I was the wife of some high-profile dumb ass who got caught in this situation, there is no way in Hell I’d be meekly standing by my man at the press conference, looking all wifey and supportive. I’d tell him to go out there and face the press all by his lonesome dumb ass self. Then I’d hold a separate news conference just to ask: Can you believe what a dumb ass my husband is?
Lenny, Baby
Finally, a chance to see Leonard Cohen. Tickets go on sale on Thursday. My fingers shall be poised over the keyboard, credit card at the ready.
I've liked Lenny since I was about 15 and borrowed his records from, of all places, our high school library! Let's never say that nothing cool was ever discovered at CVR!
I've liked Lenny since I was about 15 and borrowed his records from, of all places, our high school library! Let's never say that nothing cool was ever discovered at CVR!
Monday, March 10, 2008
US Politics
I guess the big scandal in the USA today is that the Governor of New York State has been caught doing bidness with a prostitution ring.
My first thought was: What? But he's a Democrat!
I suppose if he was a Republican it would've been a teenage boy prostitution ring.
I've always thought Spitzer was okay. I don't think it's a big deal. Just makes him more of a Kennedy-type Democrat. Mayor Quimby would understand.
If that creepy senator from Louisiana can visit hookers and wear diapers while doing so, and keep his job, this Spitzer thing should not even be a front-page story.
My first thought was: What? But he's a Democrat!
I suppose if he was a Republican it would've been a teenage boy prostitution ring.
I've always thought Spitzer was okay. I don't think it's a big deal. Just makes him more of a Kennedy-type Democrat. Mayor Quimby would understand.
If that creepy senator from Louisiana can visit hookers and wear diapers while doing so, and keep his job, this Spitzer thing should not even be a front-page story.
In Hair News
Nobody at the office has noticed my new coiffure!
I feel like Alice Cramden.
My neurotic insecure self is thinking everyone HAS noticed, and they are all being polite and saying nothing because they hate it. But I'm sure the truth is it actually doesn't show much and nobody's paying the slightest attention.
Wallflower. :(
I feel like Alice Cramden.
My neurotic insecure self is thinking everyone HAS noticed, and they are all being polite and saying nothing because they hate it. But I'm sure the truth is it actually doesn't show much and nobody's paying the slightest attention.
Wallflower. :(
Mmmm
I just had bacon for the first time in two months.
mmmm. salty.
I almost regret having it, because now I just want more.
Why do the most unhealthly foods have to taste the best?
mmmm. salty.
I almost regret having it, because now I just want more.
Why do the most unhealthly foods have to taste the best?
Sunday, March 09, 2008
I Dare You
I dare anyone to use the phrase " winter wonderland" in my presence.
Go ahead.
I dare ya. Just try it.
Go ahead.
I dare ya. Just try it.
The Morning After
Well, that was pretty awful.
When the city bus drivers abandon their vehicles, you gotta figure nobody's going anywhere.
I did a fair amount of digging out yesterday, but I'm heading out to finish the job now. sigh.
Yesterday, between snowfalls, I did what most people do in these situations. Went to the "beauty parlour" and had red highlights put in my hair. Why? To combat depression. I'm hoping this is less addictive than booze.
I told my hairdresser "I'm only here because of the weather." His response: "Let it snow! Let it snow!" Heh. One of his better ones.
When the city bus drivers abandon their vehicles, you gotta figure nobody's going anywhere.
I did a fair amount of digging out yesterday, but I'm heading out to finish the job now. sigh.
Yesterday, between snowfalls, I did what most people do in these situations. Went to the "beauty parlour" and had red highlights put in my hair. Why? To combat depression. I'm hoping this is less addictive than booze.
I told my hairdresser "I'm only here because of the weather." His response: "Let it snow! Let it snow!" Heh. One of his better ones.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Dames!
It's March 8, or as Frank Sinatra might've called it: International Broads' Day.
Best regards to all the chicks out there.
Best regards to all the chicks out there.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Cheeseburger, Cheeseburger
Six-and-a-half weeks after surgery I had my first cheeseburger today. It was a small one, the $1.39 burger at McD's, but it was so tasty. yum.
There are only two things left on my uneaten list: pizza and peanut butter.
I think I'll try both of them this weekend (not together) with my Emergency Snowstorm Survivalist Wine.
Pizza and wine? Good. Peanut butter and wine? Maybe not so good.
There are only two things left on my uneaten list: pizza and peanut butter.
I think I'll try both of them this weekend (not together) with my Emergency Snowstorm Survivalist Wine.
Pizza and wine? Good. Peanut butter and wine? Maybe not so good.
Two storms a-comin'
Two, count 'em, two snowfalls forecast for the weekend. But fear not! I'm ready. I bought red wine last night and plan to drink myself through the storms! Cheers!
I'm a bit concerned as to when the Anonymous family are returning from Florida. They've got to land in Vermont (snowy, no doubt) and then drive a couple of hours back to Montreal. I hope they land between the snows.
I'm a bit concerned as to when the Anonymous family are returning from Florida. They've got to land in Vermont (snowy, no doubt) and then drive a couple of hours back to Montreal. I hope they land between the snows.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Surprise! Another post about the freakin' weather
Uncle
I give up. You win, Mother Nature.
What am I supposed to do? 18 cm of snow, plus I don’t know how much ice yesterday. I could barely lift the shovel. I cleared a narrow path from the front door to the street, and that was that.
Driveway? Who gives a f***? The car can sit there, encased in ice, until May. I really do not care anymore.
Side door? It’s permanently closed. If I have to haul my garbage and recycling bin out the front door for the next 6 weeks, so be it. I did it this morning. This is the new normal.
I just read we could get 25 cm more on Saturday. I weep. I'm definitely buying some alcohol. It seems like the only answer now.
I give up. You win, Mother Nature.
What am I supposed to do? 18 cm of snow, plus I don’t know how much ice yesterday. I could barely lift the shovel. I cleared a narrow path from the front door to the street, and that was that.
Driveway? Who gives a f***? The car can sit there, encased in ice, until May. I really do not care anymore.
Side door? It’s permanently closed. If I have to haul my garbage and recycling bin out the front door for the next 6 weeks, so be it. I did it this morning. This is the new normal.
I just read we could get 25 cm more on Saturday. I weep. I'm definitely buying some alcohol. It seems like the only answer now.
Some people are crazy fanatics
I just bought tickets to see Springsteen at Giants Stadium in New Jersey on 31 July.
It was my sister's idea.
Her husband is also coming.
In September, they will have been married for 30 years; in November will be the 30th anniversary of us seeing Bruce for the first time. After 30 years of wedded bliss, Bro-in-law has finally accepted the fact that there have always been 3 people in their marriage: him, her and Bruce.
We'll go to Asbury Park too, and take pictures of the Jersey shore.
It was my sister's idea.
Her husband is also coming.
In September, they will have been married for 30 years; in November will be the 30th anniversary of us seeing Bruce for the first time. After 30 years of wedded bliss, Bro-in-law has finally accepted the fact that there have always been 3 people in their marriage: him, her and Bruce.
We'll go to Asbury Park too, and take pictures of the Jersey shore.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
O: I'm hopping on the bandwagon
O does not = Oprah. Not this time.
It took all season but I've finally gotten into watching Alexander Ovechkin.
I suspect I'm a victim of some TSN Sportsnet conspiracy. Seems like every time I check there's another Capitals game on. So I watch. And I see Ovechkin score goals. Lots of goals. Lots of fun goals.
And now I look forward to Capitals' games. There's one on right now. Ovechkin scored again. Big Fun.
It took all season but I've finally gotten into watching Alexander Ovechkin.
I suspect I'm a victim of some TSN Sportsnet conspiracy. Seems like every time I check there's another Capitals game on. So I watch. And I see Ovechkin score goals. Lots of goals. Lots of fun goals.
And now I look forward to Capitals' games. There's one on right now. Ovechkin scored again. Big Fun.
Fun with a Finn
Way back on December 1, 2006, this humble blog reported on the romantic shenanigans of the Finnish Prime Minister.
To refresh your memory: HELSINKI, Finland (Reuters) -- Prime Minister Matti Vanhanen, dubbed Finland's sexiest man, broke up by text message with the girlfriend he had met on the Internet, she said in a magazine interview."Matti dumped me in a text message, where he said 'that's it,'" Susan Kuronen told the magazine Me Naiset (Us Women) in an interview published on Friday.
I still can’t get past the idea of the sexiest man in the country being the Prime Minister. If I try to think of Stephen Harper that way I get a migraine. Anyway…
There’s an update on naughty dumping-by-text-message Matti and it is quite juicy.
From the Times of London: The former lover of Finland’s Prime Minister was today cleared by a court of any wrongdoing for publishing a steamy kiss-and-tell memoir which revealed how he wooed her with baked potatoes and dumped her by text message.
(Editor’s Note: Wooed her with baked potatoes?….the mind boggles. )
The two lovebirds had many secret rendezvous and the book detailed the PM’s romantic side. “He kisses so passionately that the car windows were steamed up,” she wrote.
(Editor's Note: I’m still thinking Steve Harper here. Oh god.)
After having sex, the Prime Minister usually wanted beef and potatoes, she wrote. He especially liked them baked. “Once, when he kissed me, he said that I tasted better than oven-baked potato,” Miss Ruusunen wrote. “That was great.”
(Editor's Note: I’m speechless.)
To refresh your memory: HELSINKI, Finland (Reuters) -- Prime Minister Matti Vanhanen, dubbed Finland's sexiest man, broke up by text message with the girlfriend he had met on the Internet, she said in a magazine interview."Matti dumped me in a text message, where he said 'that's it,'" Susan Kuronen told the magazine Me Naiset (Us Women) in an interview published on Friday.
I still can’t get past the idea of the sexiest man in the country being the Prime Minister. If I try to think of Stephen Harper that way I get a migraine. Anyway…
There’s an update on naughty dumping-by-text-message Matti and it is quite juicy.
From the Times of London: The former lover of Finland’s Prime Minister was today cleared by a court of any wrongdoing for publishing a steamy kiss-and-tell memoir which revealed how he wooed her with baked potatoes and dumped her by text message.
(Editor’s Note: Wooed her with baked potatoes?….the mind boggles. )
The two lovebirds had many secret rendezvous and the book detailed the PM’s romantic side. “He kisses so passionately that the car windows were steamed up,” she wrote.
(Editor's Note: I’m still thinking Steve Harper here. Oh god.)
After having sex, the Prime Minister usually wanted beef and potatoes, she wrote. He especially liked them baked. “Once, when he kissed me, he said that I tasted better than oven-baked potato,” Miss Ruusunen wrote. “That was great.”
(Editor's Note: I’m speechless.)
More about winter
From The Gazette: The total snowfall in Montreal this season, measured from Sept. 1, is 296 centimetres. The record set in 1970-71 is 383 centimetres.
And we're getting another 20 cm today.
1970-71 was the Cal Ripken of winters.
We cannot possibly match that record. Can we? Please God no.
And we're getting another 20 cm today.
1970-71 was the Cal Ripken of winters.
We cannot possibly match that record. Can we? Please God no.
Ever Notice?
how when you slip and fall on the ice, time comes to a standstill?
I had my first fall of the season about half an hour ago. Stupid effing black ice.
It was weird how slowly I slid to the ground. I didn't think that I had hurt myself at all (well, there's the pride thing) but now my left hip is starting to throb a bit.
I love winter! It is the bestest!
I had my first fall of the season about half an hour ago. Stupid effing black ice.
It was weird how slowly I slid to the ground. I didn't think that I had hurt myself at all (well, there's the pride thing) but now my left hip is starting to throb a bit.
I love winter! It is the bestest!
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Hic
The NY Times has an article today about drinking, and how around this time of year people want to get pissed. To get out of the winter rut, I suppose.
Anyway, I didn't really learn anything from this except that it quotes a 1969 research book entitled "Drunken Comportent".
Great name for a book.
Anyway, I didn't really learn anything from this except that it quotes a 1969 research book entitled "Drunken Comportent".
Great name for a book.
15 to 30
I feel like I'm doing hard time.
Environment Canada sez another 15 to 30 cm of snow are coming tonight and tomorrow. With a few ice pellets thrown on top.
Let us take a moment now to stop and visual Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous, and the two little Anonymi, currently sunning themselves on a Florida beach*.
How I hate them.
(*Well maybe not Mr. Anonymous. He's hiding under an umbrella and a blanket, going "Ack! Are you out of your mind? I'm not going in the sun!")
Environment Canada sez another 15 to 30 cm of snow are coming tonight and tomorrow. With a few ice pellets thrown on top.
Let us take a moment now to stop and visual Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous, and the two little Anonymi, currently sunning themselves on a Florida beach*.
How I hate them.
(*Well maybe not Mr. Anonymous. He's hiding under an umbrella and a blanket, going "Ack! Are you out of your mind? I'm not going in the sun!")
Monday, March 03, 2008
Le Big Boss
Max is mighty! He's the mightiest.
And what can I say about Bruce? I've seen him 9 times over 30 years. That's more than I've seen some of my relatives. No wonder my sister says we talk about him like he's a member of the family.
Night is an awesome opener.
During The Promised Land, I got goosebumps. I could feel the little hairs on my arms standing up.
The man is joyful. His obvious glee kept building and building. By the time he got to the encores he was exuberant. Grinning, laughing, strutting, bubbling. Born to Run sounded so fresh. It sounded like he still loves singing it after, what, 32 years? 33?
In the afternoon, my sis had said "I just want to hear Jungleland". So when the piano started tinkling, her eyes went wide, and she looked at me and asked: "Is it? Is it?" I said: "Yes, it is". That was worth the price of admission. She was so happy.
We were on our feet for over 2 hours. When I got home, I had to take Motrin 'cause my legs were aching. Imagine how he feels.
And what can I say about Bruce? I've seen him 9 times over 30 years. That's more than I've seen some of my relatives. No wonder my sister says we talk about him like he's a member of the family.
Night is an awesome opener.
During The Promised Land, I got goosebumps. I could feel the little hairs on my arms standing up.
The man is joyful. His obvious glee kept building and building. By the time he got to the encores he was exuberant. Grinning, laughing, strutting, bubbling. Born to Run sounded so fresh. It sounded like he still loves singing it after, what, 32 years? 33?
In the afternoon, my sis had said "I just want to hear Jungleland". So when the piano started tinkling, her eyes went wide, and she looked at me and asked: "Is it? Is it?" I said: "Yes, it is". That was worth the price of admission. She was so happy.
We were on our feet for over 2 hours. When I got home, I had to take Motrin 'cause my legs were aching. Imagine how he feels.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Yes, of course
Bruce Springsteen appears in Montreal tomorrow night.
and
Henry Rollins appears in Montreal tomorrow night.
Life is a big cosmic joke at my expense. sigh.
By the way, I'm totally miffed at all the spam that keeps showing up in the comments lately. Grrrrrr.
and
Henry Rollins appears in Montreal tomorrow night.
Life is a big cosmic joke at my expense. sigh.
By the way, I'm totally miffed at all the spam that keeps showing up in the comments lately. Grrrrrr.
We Go Green
From today's paper, edited to protect the guilty.
The [Nanukian workplace] headquarters in [Nanuk’s neighbhourhood] has landed the country's first Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design gold certification for an existing building (LEED-EB) from the U.S. Green Building Council.
The president and chairman of the board of the [Nanuk’s landlord] that manages and co-owns the [glorious] edifice, told dignitaries yesterday the award recognizes his firm's "commitment to taking a leadership position" as a property manager in regard to environmentally friendly buildings.
The [sacred] building was completed in 1996 according to strict requirements of the American council.
Challenges included different modifications in terms of lighting, plumbing, ventilation, responsible water use, recycling, maintenance processes and methods as well as operations.
"It makes economic, social and environmental sense," he said after unveiling the certification plaque in the building lobby. "It's also financially viable."
Right. I’m tempted to write to The Gazette and say, when you have to flush the toilet 4 times just to make the toilet paper go away, it’s not "responsible water use". We complain endlessly about the water pressure since they made all these changes. Urgh.
I saw the award ceremony and reception going on in the lobby when I left the building yesterday at lunch. Was I invited? No. Was hunky Al Gore there? No. So who cares?
The [Nanukian workplace] headquarters in [Nanuk’s neighbhourhood] has landed the country's first Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design gold certification for an existing building (LEED-EB) from the U.S. Green Building Council.
The president and chairman of the board of the [Nanuk’s landlord] that manages and co-owns the [glorious] edifice, told dignitaries yesterday the award recognizes his firm's "commitment to taking a leadership position" as a property manager in regard to environmentally friendly buildings.
The [sacred] building was completed in 1996 according to strict requirements of the American council.
Challenges included different modifications in terms of lighting, plumbing, ventilation, responsible water use, recycling, maintenance processes and methods as well as operations.
"It makes economic, social and environmental sense," he said after unveiling the certification plaque in the building lobby. "It's also financially viable."
Right. I’m tempted to write to The Gazette and say, when you have to flush the toilet 4 times just to make the toilet paper go away, it’s not "responsible water use". We complain endlessly about the water pressure since they made all these changes. Urgh.
I saw the award ceremony and reception going on in the lobby when I left the building yesterday at lunch. Was I invited? No. Was hunky Al Gore there? No. So who cares?
Friday, February 29, 2008
In the news
I'm bugged by the story of Prince Harry having to leave A'stan early because his cover was blown.
Why'd they have to do this? The guy was 10 weeks into a 14-week tour of duty. Let him finish, then let the press have a field day writing about him. Why can't people keep their mouths shut?
Doesn't seem fair to him.
Why'd they have to do this? The guy was 10 weeks into a 14-week tour of duty. Let him finish, then let the press have a field day writing about him. Why can't people keep their mouths shut?
Doesn't seem fair to him.
February
Meanwhile on the other side of the planet...
This photo comes courtesy of susieq. This is Manly Beach in Sydney. A photo taken a few days ago. Life is tough down there in the winter.
Leap Year
I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy it hurts.
Why, you ask, am I quoting this? Because Newsworld this morning was listing the most popular songs on February 29 over the past 20-odd years. And this is from 1992. A classic.
My mother always said that Leap Day was the only day (THE ONLY DAY, she stressed) when a woman could propose marriage to a man.
And here I am without Clooney's phone number.
Too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy it hurts.
Why, you ask, am I quoting this? Because Newsworld this morning was listing the most popular songs on February 29 over the past 20-odd years. And this is from 1992. A classic.
My mother always said that Leap Day was the only day (THE ONLY DAY, she stressed) when a woman could propose marriage to a man.
And here I am without Clooney's phone number.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
That's It! I'm Fed Up
The wind chill is minus 24 right now.
I've run out of words to complain about it. *&*^%$(*(&!
We got 12 cm of snow in the past 2 days, and last night I did not even bother finishing shovelling it because I got too fed up with the damn cold. I just thought, screw this, and went inside. Leaving half the driveway in snow.
I just can't stand it anymore.
To quote Tetes A Claques, I wish I was born in Hawaii where the Hawaiians are.
I've run out of words to complain about it. *&*^%$(*(&!
We got 12 cm of snow in the past 2 days, and last night I did not even bother finishing shovelling it because I got too fed up with the damn cold. I just thought, screw this, and went inside. Leaving half the driveway in snow.
I just can't stand it anymore.
To quote Tetes A Claques, I wish I was born in Hawaii where the Hawaiians are.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
A timely reminder
I got an e-mail from Ticketmaster this morning, reminding me that Bruce Springsteen is coming up on Sunday night.
That's helpful because with my failing memory I could've been sitting on the couch on Sunday watching 60 Minutes and thinking "Isn't there somewhere I'm supposed to be?".
That's helpful because with my failing memory I could've been sitting on the couch on Sunday watching 60 Minutes and thinking "Isn't there somewhere I'm supposed to be?".
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Birthday News
Tonight, around 9:00. My sister calls.
She: Did you see Time magazine?
Me: I just walked in the door, and I just saw it. George Clooney's on the cover.
She: Yeah. He's the same age as you.
Me: I know.
She: I'm not saying this just because I'm your sister, but you look A LOT younger than George Clooney.
Me: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Not such a bad B-Day after all, I guess.
She: Did you see Time magazine?
Me: I just walked in the door, and I just saw it. George Clooney's on the cover.
She: Yeah. He's the same age as you.
Me: I know.
She: I'm not saying this just because I'm your sister, but you look A LOT younger than George Clooney.
Me: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Not such a bad B-Day after all, I guess.
47, and no wiser
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I say it's my birthday
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
It's my birthday too—yeah
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I say it's my birthday
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I'm gonna have a good time (how? I’m at work)
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I'm glad it's my birthday (this part not true)
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
Happy birthday to me.
And it's snowing! what a surprise!
I say it's my birthday
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
It's my birthday too—yeah
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I say it's my birthday
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I'm gonna have a good time (how? I’m at work)
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
I'm glad it's my birthday (this part not true)
TA DA DA DA DA DA, DA DA
Happy birthday to me.
And it's snowing! what a surprise!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Oscar Nite
I did not win the Oscar pool. This is not news, as I think I’ve won once in 8 years. Sigh.
The couple from Once were really sweet, just like their movie.
I was glad DDL won. I loved the contrast between his yelling in the featured clip and his gentle speech. It was nice that he acknowledged the boy who played his son. I figure the kid was really good, and if he can hold his own against DDL then congratulations to him. Of course, everything about DDL was overshadowed by his wife’s awful dress. I’m not a big Oscar Gown Critic, but … ooh what was that?
Now let’s talk about Javier Bardem. I don’t think he’s great shakes, looks-wise, but last night is what stylists get paid big bucks to do. He looked sensational. Wow. And he brought his mom. Aw!
The couple from Once were really sweet, just like their movie.
I was glad DDL won. I loved the contrast between his yelling in the featured clip and his gentle speech. It was nice that he acknowledged the boy who played his son. I figure the kid was really good, and if he can hold his own against DDL then congratulations to him. Of course, everything about DDL was overshadowed by his wife’s awful dress. I’m not a big Oscar Gown Critic, but … ooh what was that?
Now let’s talk about Javier Bardem. I don’t think he’s great shakes, looks-wise, but last night is what stylists get paid big bucks to do. He looked sensational. Wow. And he brought his mom. Aw!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Distortion
I'm listening to the new Magnetic Fields record right now.
I have to say I like it quite a bit because it sounds like the rest of their stuff.
Just feels like I'm listening to it whilst hiding deep within thick shrubbery.
I have to say I like it quite a bit because it sounds like the rest of their stuff.
Just feels like I'm listening to it whilst hiding deep within thick shrubbery.
Strummer on Smoking
Joe believed that all the great literature of the 20th Century was produced by smokers. Therefore non-smokers had no right to enjoy the fruits of the smokers' labours if they were anti-smoking.
Input: nicotine
Output: literature
Input: nicotine
Output: literature
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Punk Rock Warlord
I saw the Joe Strummer documentary. If you aren’t a fan, don’t bother. If you are a fan, what a treat. A treasure trove of riches.
Weird thing is none of the people talking about Joe are identified. Is the movie assuming we’re just going to know Joe Ely or Tymon Dogg or Don Letts when we see them? That was strange to me.
It’s loaded with stuff I’d never seen before. Like Joe at age 5. He already had that face. Tons of photos of his squatting days, even before the 101ers.
I enjoyed Topper in this. Joe seems to have spent his time antagonizing Topper. He really wasn’t nice to him at all. And yet Topper seems to have come through it all looking good and seeming happy and not bitter.
Bernie Rhodes comes off as an asshole. No surprise there, I guess. Mick Jones seems a bit goofy.
One terrific thing is that there is a ton of non-Clash music in the movie, all stuff that Joe played on his radio show. It all sounds great. Of the Clash songs that get thrown in all over, I thought the best sounding was Magnificent 7. It sounded fantastic.
I felt really sad at the end of the movie. It felt like I was reliving the news of his death all over again. Is it weird to miss someone I never met? Maybe. Maybe not. But, boy, do I miss Joe.
Weird thing is none of the people talking about Joe are identified. Is the movie assuming we’re just going to know Joe Ely or Tymon Dogg or Don Letts when we see them? That was strange to me.
It’s loaded with stuff I’d never seen before. Like Joe at age 5. He already had that face. Tons of photos of his squatting days, even before the 101ers.
I enjoyed Topper in this. Joe seems to have spent his time antagonizing Topper. He really wasn’t nice to him at all. And yet Topper seems to have come through it all looking good and seeming happy and not bitter.
Bernie Rhodes comes off as an asshole. No surprise there, I guess. Mick Jones seems a bit goofy.
One terrific thing is that there is a ton of non-Clash music in the movie, all stuff that Joe played on his radio show. It all sounds great. Of the Clash songs that get thrown in all over, I thought the best sounding was Magnificent 7. It sounded fantastic.
I felt really sad at the end of the movie. It felt like I was reliving the news of his death all over again. Is it weird to miss someone I never met? Maybe. Maybe not. But, boy, do I miss Joe.
Friday, February 22, 2008
DRAINAGE!!
It’s all about the drainage.
I finally saw There Will Be Blood last night. Loved it.
Some people think 2 ½ hours is too long. Not me. I loved every minute of it. The BIG performance by DDL was exactly what I wanted from him and I got it. He’s on screen almost every second and he’s always enthralling.
I thought Plainview was a great character. I believe Plainview is supposed to be a villain, but I thought he was terrific. He was so honest. When a man says he hates other people, what else do you need to know?
Should I be worried that I was rooting for the unapologetic misanthrope all the way?
Sure, he could be extreme. For example, if you suspect someone of having been dishonest with you, you should fire him, not kill him. But that’s just me. And I wouldn’t make an interesting character in a movie.
In the end, he loses it. But he knows he’s lost it. And I think the movie has one of the best last lines ever: “I’m finished”.
I finally saw There Will Be Blood last night. Loved it.
Some people think 2 ½ hours is too long. Not me. I loved every minute of it. The BIG performance by DDL was exactly what I wanted from him and I got it. He’s on screen almost every second and he’s always enthralling.
I thought Plainview was a great character. I believe Plainview is supposed to be a villain, but I thought he was terrific. He was so honest. When a man says he hates other people, what else do you need to know?
Should I be worried that I was rooting for the unapologetic misanthrope all the way?
Sure, he could be extreme. For example, if you suspect someone of having been dishonest with you, you should fire him, not kill him. But that’s just me. And I wouldn’t make an interesting character in a movie.
In the end, he loses it. But he knows he’s lost it. And I think the movie has one of the best last lines ever: “I’m finished”.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
News Story of the Day
The recent earthquake that was felt across Israel was the result of the "homosexual activity practiced in the country", Knesset Member Shlomo Benizri said Wednesday. (ynet.news)
I've long suspected that when too many people are dancing to I Will Survive at the same time, something bad could occur. I was right.
Stop that disco dancing, you gays!
I've long suspected that when too many people are dancing to I Will Survive at the same time, something bad could occur. I was right.
Stop that disco dancing, you gays!
Jon and Larry and the Lunar Eclipse
Jon Stewart was on Larry King’s show last night.
At each commercial break, I would scoot up to my upstairs window to watch the unfolding of the eclipse. It was neat-o.
Stewart's best line: Barack Obama cured my leprosy.
I loved that he managed to trash Larry’s show while on Larry’s show. The “King Cam” was his target, and when Larry mentioned that the term “King Cam” actually came from “King Camera”, I was amazed at the self-restraint on Stewart’s part to not slap the old fool in the face. Larry, King of the obvious.
Also, when sitting face to face with Larry King, Stewart, who is a good looking 45, really cannot seriously describe HIMSELF as decrepit. Really. He’s sitting across from decrepitude in its fullest natural habitat, and he calls himself decrepit? Really?
At each commercial break, I would scoot up to my upstairs window to watch the unfolding of the eclipse. It was neat-o.
Stewart's best line: Barack Obama cured my leprosy.
I loved that he managed to trash Larry’s show while on Larry’s show. The “King Cam” was his target, and when Larry mentioned that the term “King Cam” actually came from “King Camera”, I was amazed at the self-restraint on Stewart’s part to not slap the old fool in the face. Larry, King of the obvious.
Also, when sitting face to face with Larry King, Stewart, who is a good looking 45, really cannot seriously describe HIMSELF as decrepit. Really. He’s sitting across from decrepitude in its fullest natural habitat, and he calls himself decrepit? Really?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Lunar Eclipse
The sky is going to be clear and we should see some top-notch eclipsing tonight.
10:00 p.m. Eastern.
The folks on the Weather Station were so thrilled about this. I didn’t listen to CBC, but I can imagine how excited Bob McDonald must be. This is the kind of thing he wets his pants about. Go Bob!
The next lunar eclipse is in December 2010, so if I fall asleep and miss it, well, better luck next time to me.
10:00 p.m. Eastern.
The folks on the Weather Station were so thrilled about this. I didn’t listen to CBC, but I can imagine how excited Bob McDonald must be. This is the kind of thing he wets his pants about. Go Bob!
The next lunar eclipse is in December 2010, so if I fall asleep and miss it, well, better luck next time to me.
Happy Birthday to somebody out there
I don't actually know anyone whose birthday is today, but I feel like we're on a streak here.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I, Ignatius
Fans of Confederacy of Dunces will recall how our hero Ignatius J. Reilly is always going on about his valve.
Yesterday, Dr. McD told me how my valve had been very distended and twisted, and he had had to reconstruct it.
"Your valve was in really bad shape," he said.
I've never felt more like Ignatius. Except I still can't eat a savoury hot dog.
Yesterday, Dr. McD told me how my valve had been very distended and twisted, and he had had to reconstruct it.
"Your valve was in really bad shape," he said.
I've never felt more like Ignatius. Except I still can't eat a savoury hot dog.
Adios, Fidel
So I go back to work, and Fidel resigns.
Perhaps, like me, he realized that staying home is a hell of a lot more fun than shlepping to the office every day.
My first day back started with my boss handing me an URGENT task before I had my coat off. Welcome back! I finished it by 10:30 and have just been cleaning up my work space since then, but what a way to start. Oh, Fidel, you are so lucky.
Perhaps, like me, he realized that staying home is a hell of a lot more fun than shlepping to the office every day.
My first day back started with my boss handing me an URGENT task before I had my coat off. Welcome back! I finished it by 10:30 and have just been cleaning up my work space since then, but what a way to start. Oh, Fidel, you are so lucky.
Happy B-Day, Mrs. Anon!!
I believe this is a Big One for Ms Chicken Coupons, isn't it?
Welcome to the 40s, the decade where everything starts to fall apart!
It's endless fun. Really.
Welcome to the 40s, the decade where everything starts to fall apart!
It's endless fun. Really.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Just sayin'
I dunno 'bout you, but I'm already tired of looking at jubilant Kosovars.
Maybe I just have a strong anti-secessionist streak. I realize this puts me on the same side as Vlad Putin, but I just have to live with that.
Maybe I just have a strong anti-secessionist streak. I realize this puts me on the same side as Vlad Putin, but I just have to live with that.
It's Over
My time off comes to an end today. Dr McDreamy has pronounced me fit to return to work.
I went wah wah wah all the way home.
Interesting appointment. He showed me my before x-ray and my after x-ray (which was taken this morning). In the first one, my stomach was in front of my heart, which is not where it should've been. In the second, my stomach sits down below my heart, right where it is supposed to be. It's being held in place by a bunch of little staples. How nice. A place for everything, and everything in its place.
In a couple of months, I'll have another set of x-rays and another scope, and hopefully everything will continue to be A-OK.
Thank you Dr McD.
I went wah wah wah all the way home.
Interesting appointment. He showed me my before x-ray and my after x-ray (which was taken this morning). In the first one, my stomach was in front of my heart, which is not where it should've been. In the second, my stomach sits down below my heart, right where it is supposed to be. It's being held in place by a bunch of little staples. How nice. A place for everything, and everything in its place.
In a couple of months, I'll have another set of x-rays and another scope, and hopefully everything will continue to be A-OK.
Thank you Dr McD.
It's Ms Mushrooms' Birthday!
Bonne fete a toi
Bonne fete a toi
Bonne fete Madame Mushrooms (Champignons?)
Bonne fete a toi.
Bonne fete a toi
Bonne fete Madame Mushrooms (Champignons?)
Bonne fete a toi.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A LOL cat I finded amuzing
What's great is, this made me want to see that old cartoon again, and all I had to do was google Tex Avery Singa and there it was on YouTube. Coool.
In Bruges
This movie made me want to go to Bruges. And I don't even like Belgians.
Actually that's unfair. I don't like the idea of Belgians. The stereotype of Belgians as boring, uptight, nasty little people. I don't like those Belgians. But I know two actual Belgians and I like them both. They're both great. I think of them as exceptions to the normal Belgians, whom I don't like.
Anyway, the movie is so-so. The performances are all good, but the combination of comedy and ultra-violence doesn't work. It can work (see Tarantino) but in this case it doesn't. The movie turns far too dark in the end after all the jokes that come at the beginning.
The movie is very hostile towards Americans, but not in a clever or new way. It's just fat Americans or racist Americans, and ho hum, who cares about that.
But it has Rafe! Beautiful Rafe. And he's always worth the price of admission.
Also, my favourite line is referring to a half-pint of beer as a "gay beer". I just found that amusing.
The moral of the movie is: never be mean to a Canadian. Anyone who has seen it will understand.
Actually that's unfair. I don't like the idea of Belgians. The stereotype of Belgians as boring, uptight, nasty little people. I don't like those Belgians. But I know two actual Belgians and I like them both. They're both great. I think of them as exceptions to the normal Belgians, whom I don't like.
Anyway, the movie is so-so. The performances are all good, but the combination of comedy and ultra-violence doesn't work. It can work (see Tarantino) but in this case it doesn't. The movie turns far too dark in the end after all the jokes that come at the beginning.
The movie is very hostile towards Americans, but not in a clever or new way. It's just fat Americans or racist Americans, and ho hum, who cares about that.
But it has Rafe! Beautiful Rafe. And he's always worth the price of admission.
Also, my favourite line is referring to a half-pint of beer as a "gay beer". I just found that amusing.
The moral of the movie is: never be mean to a Canadian. Anyone who has seen it will understand.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Winter Effing Wonderland
As I was outside, shovelling what is either (pick one):
a) Mother Nature's latest gift of fluffy white joy; or
b) Mother Nature's latest punishment for our collective sins,
the Canada Post letter-carrier came by and handed me my mail.
Today's mail consisted of a letter from the company that fertilizes my lawn. I quote "Spring is almost here and our 2008 lawn care program includes 4 visits to optimize the health of your grass."
This suggests there is grass somewhere under the snowbanks. The snowbanks which now reach shoulder-height in some places. This suggests I live in a house, with a lawn, and not an igloo on a desolate stretch of arctic tundra. This suggests that someday Spring will come. Ha!
I laughed bitterly. Oh so bitterly.
a) Mother Nature's latest gift of fluffy white joy; or
b) Mother Nature's latest punishment for our collective sins,
the Canada Post letter-carrier came by and handed me my mail.
Today's mail consisted of a letter from the company that fertilizes my lawn. I quote "Spring is almost here and our 2008 lawn care program includes 4 visits to optimize the health of your grass."
This suggests there is grass somewhere under the snowbanks. The snowbanks which now reach shoulder-height in some places. This suggests I live in a house, with a lawn, and not an igloo on a desolate stretch of arctic tundra. This suggests that someday Spring will come. Ha!
I laughed bitterly. Oh so bitterly.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Poetry Corner II
Good day, friends. Apparently the deep snow brings out the deep poet in many Canadians. Therefore I proudly present a collaborative effort from the Nanukian Poetry Collective.
Waste Land USA
(To Karl)
President Obama?
A change is gonna come.
But will his policies turn Marxist when time the change it brings?
How can they not be when Harpo is pulling the strings?
And she with her followers akin to the Gestapo
Will make many feel Groucho (Chico and sometimes Zeppo)
"But what of Gummo" chant the masses.
What of Gummo.
Waste Land USA
(To Karl)
President Obama?
A change is gonna come.
But will his policies turn Marxist when time the change it brings?
How can they not be when Harpo is pulling the strings?
And she with her followers akin to the Gestapo
Will make many feel Groucho (Chico and sometimes Zeppo)
"But what of Gummo" chant the masses.
What of Gummo.
Poetry Corner
The eastern part of North America is currently being socked by a big, big snowstorm. This includes Montreal and everything south all the way to Washington, D.C. In this spirit, and that of the current Primary season, I proudly present the following poem, courtesy of JAW Fan (polite snooty applause) :
Flakes of snow upon the White House,
Like dandruff on the head of a bald man.
But what if a black man should move in?
Will the women still watch Oprah?
Flakes of snow upon the White House,
Like dandruff on the head of a bald man.
But what if a black man should move in?
Will the women still watch Oprah?
Lil JFK
Go to theglobeandmail.com.
Is this guy JFK's son? He certainly looks like him. Especially around the eyes. What I don't get is, given his extracurricular activities, shouldn't there be tons and tons of little Kennedys all across the continent?
Shouldn't it be totally ordinary? "Your father was JFK? Hey, me too!"
I predict a flood of new Kennedys coming out of the woodwork.
But will they all support Obama?
Is this guy JFK's son? He certainly looks like him. Especially around the eyes. What I don't get is, given his extracurricular activities, shouldn't there be tons and tons of little Kennedys all across the continent?
Shouldn't it be totally ordinary? "Your father was JFK? Hey, me too!"
I predict a flood of new Kennedys coming out of the woodwork.
But will they all support Obama?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Water goes on, water goes off
They are about to turn the water off again. sigh. At least we got a warning today. I knew it was coming because walking home from IGA I saw the trucks arriving and the pylons being put down to block the street. Then the "Fermeture d'Eau" truck went by with siren blaring.
Fortunately I had already showered, filled cat bowls with water, filled bucket for toilet, and pots for cooking. I also had time to finish washing dishes. And I have water for tea. So I'm just going to have to relax and live the old pioneer life for another day.
Apparently there was a break in the same place about a month ago, but that was in the olden days when I was at work during the day, so I had not been aware of it.
(Yikes, I have to go back to work next week. Now I'm kinda depressed.)
Fortunately I had already showered, filled cat bowls with water, filled bucket for toilet, and pots for cooking. I also had time to finish washing dishes. And I have water for tea. So I'm just going to have to relax and live the old pioneer life for another day.
Apparently there was a break in the same place about a month ago, but that was in the olden days when I was at work during the day, so I had not been aware of it.
(Yikes, I have to go back to work next week. Now I'm kinda depressed.)
Monday, February 11, 2008
How to Stop Time
You know how on most days time just seems to fly by? You look at your watch and say, wow, is it already 3, or 5 or 10? Well, today I have learned how to stop time.
Turn off all running water.
I have not had running water since 1:00 this afternoon, it is now 7:30 p.m. This has been the longest day of my life.
I can see the City crew up at the corner. I assume they are trying to fix a burst line, and aren't just sitting around drinking coffee and text-messaging their friends. Maybe I'm foolish to assume they've been working for the past 6 hours. What do I know?
When I was a kid, and the city needed to turn off the water, a truck with a loud-speaker on it would drive around the streets screaming: Attention Attention. And my mother would scream: Get some buckets! and we would fill up a few buckets with water so we could continue to use the toilet and be civilized people despite our lack of running water.
But now? You think we got a warning? Nope. Sometime after 1 p.m. I turned on the tap and nada. Nary a drip.
Turn off all running water.
I have not had running water since 1:00 this afternoon, it is now 7:30 p.m. This has been the longest day of my life.
I can see the City crew up at the corner. I assume they are trying to fix a burst line, and aren't just sitting around drinking coffee and text-messaging their friends. Maybe I'm foolish to assume they've been working for the past 6 hours. What do I know?
When I was a kid, and the city needed to turn off the water, a truck with a loud-speaker on it would drive around the streets screaming: Attention Attention. And my mother would scream: Get some buckets! and we would fill up a few buckets with water so we could continue to use the toilet and be civilized people despite our lack of running water.
But now? You think we got a warning? Nope. Sometime after 1 p.m. I turned on the tap and nada. Nary a drip.
Dead Celeb News
Roy Scheider died.
I guess I should hum the Jaws theme. Too-doo, too-doo, too-doo.
Of course, some people here would prefer a big Bob Fosse extravaganza number, but that's not gonna happen.
I guess I should hum the Jaws theme. Too-doo, too-doo, too-doo.
Of course, some people here would prefer a big Bob Fosse extravaganza number, but that's not gonna happen.
Masterpiece?
I watched Pride & Prejudice on what used to be Masterpiece Theater last night. Did you know they changed the name from Masterpiece Theater to "Masterpiece"? How dumb is that? What were they thinking. That "Theater" is too high-brow even for PBS now?
Anyway, back to P&P. It was the movie version (Masterpiece Cinema, perhaps?) starring Colin Firth, who I've never really been much of a fan of. Terrible sentence structure there, I think, but I can't be bothered to fix it.
So I'm watching and I'm thinking that Colin Firth makes a great Mr. Darcy. Mainly because throughout the program, I just kept thinking "what a handsome a--hole this guy is" which, if I am not mistaken, is exactly how we are supposed to think of Mr. Darcy.
Anyway, back to P&P. It was the movie version (Masterpiece Cinema, perhaps?) starring Colin Firth, who I've never really been much of a fan of. Terrible sentence structure there, I think, but I can't be bothered to fix it.
So I'm watching and I'm thinking that Colin Firth makes a great Mr. Darcy. Mainly because throughout the program, I just kept thinking "what a handsome a--hole this guy is" which, if I am not mistaken, is exactly how we are supposed to think of Mr. Darcy.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Pre-Valentine Romance Moment
Last night I saw the cutest couple in the world. Walking along on the sidewalk.
Around 9:00 I looked out the living room window and there they were, just under the streetlight, side by side in blissful companionship. The two sweetest skunks I’ve ever seen.
I love skunks. The way they waddle. I find them jolly.
Normally I see only one at a time. It’s the first time I’ve seen a couple walking side by side. They went up one neighbour’s driveway, around their car, and back out, and then up the next neighbour’s drive. And then I lost sight of them. I guess they found some nice garbage to eat.
Around 9:00 I looked out the living room window and there they were, just under the streetlight, side by side in blissful companionship. The two sweetest skunks I’ve ever seen.
I love skunks. The way they waddle. I find them jolly.
Normally I see only one at a time. It’s the first time I’ve seen a couple walking side by side. They went up one neighbour’s driveway, around their car, and back out, and then up the next neighbour’s drive. And then I lost sight of them. I guess they found some nice garbage to eat.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Today in esophagus news
This recovery is totally bizarre. As long as I am not eating, I feel completely normal. So normal in fact that I forget I'm not recovered. Then I do something dumb. Like at breakfast today.
I foolishly forgot to take a sip of water or juice before eating my toast. So I take two bites of toast and cheese and gak! Next thing I know I'm standing at the kitchen sink wheezing, hiccuping and sipping water trying to dislodge the air bubble that is sticking me like a knife in the back. So weird.
It's not like choking. There's no fear of not breathing. It's just a stabbing pain and I can feel the air pocket. I think restaurant eating is off the menu for a long, long time.
Golden Rule: sip, then eat, sip, then eat.
I foolishly forgot to take a sip of water or juice before eating my toast. So I take two bites of toast and cheese and gak! Next thing I know I'm standing at the kitchen sink wheezing, hiccuping and sipping water trying to dislodge the air bubble that is sticking me like a knife in the back. So weird.
It's not like choking. There's no fear of not breathing. It's just a stabbing pain and I can feel the air pocket. I think restaurant eating is off the menu for a long, long time.
Golden Rule: sip, then eat, sip, then eat.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Book News
I'm reading Special Topics in Calamity Physics, a book I'd never heard of until it was given to me as recuperation reading.
It's a kinda Secret History story with bourgeois kids at a private high school and mystery and stuff. But with a LOT more humour. It is very clever and funny. At times it is too clever and precious in a Juno-nobody-really-talks-like-that way, but it's easy enough to ignore that because it's fun to read.
The best character is the narrator's Dad who is this manly European small-school academic. He would be played by Max von Sydow if Max was 30 years younger (and still alive? Didn't he die? I can't remember.)
Sample: narrator and her Dad go to a University production of Our Town.
"...Dad found the carpe diem premise much too syrupy ("Wake me up if someone gets shot" he said as he nodded off.)"
You can hear Max von Sydow saying that, I think.
It's a kinda Secret History story with bourgeois kids at a private high school and mystery and stuff. But with a LOT more humour. It is very clever and funny. At times it is too clever and precious in a Juno-nobody-really-talks-like-that way, but it's easy enough to ignore that because it's fun to read.
The best character is the narrator's Dad who is this manly European small-school academic. He would be played by Max von Sydow if Max was 30 years younger (and still alive? Didn't he die? I can't remember.)
Sample: narrator and her Dad go to a University production of Our Town.
"...Dad found the carpe diem premise much too syrupy ("Wake me up if someone gets shot" he said as he nodded off.)"
You can hear Max von Sydow saying that, I think.
Speaking of truffles...
I got a box of chocolate truffles last night. Some of the gang from work stopped by with a goodie bag full of goodies. They did some thoughtful shopping, trying to get things they guessed I could eat.
Since I can't eat chocolate right now, the truffles and the Smarties will have to wait a couple weeks. But the Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and the Baby Bels I can eat right now. I love me the Baby Bels.
I also got a can of Karhi. I've never heard of karhi but turns out it is an Indian soup, more precisely a "mildly spiced buttermilk soup with dumplings" which should be served over basmati, which fortunately I have in the house. Yum, first Indian food of my post-op era. I also got some spinach saag. So I'm all set for some mild Indian. (Insert Gandhi joke here.)
Since I can't eat chocolate right now, the truffles and the Smarties will have to wait a couple weeks. But the Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and the Baby Bels I can eat right now. I love me the Baby Bels.
I also got a can of Karhi. I've never heard of karhi but turns out it is an Indian soup, more precisely a "mildly spiced buttermilk soup with dumplings" which should be served over basmati, which fortunately I have in the house. Yum, first Indian food of my post-op era. I also got some spinach saag. So I'm all set for some mild Indian. (Insert Gandhi joke here.)
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Hooray Great News
I've been given an extra week at home. Yay!
Because Dr. McDreamy's schedule is totally FUBAR, he can't see me this Friday, but he doesn't want me to go to back to work before I see him. So I'm rescheduled to see him on Feb 18, which means another 10 days at home. I'm jumping for joy.
His office has no problem signing off on this extended period for my work's HR department, so I'm good to go, or rather to stay. wheee.
Because Dr. McDreamy's schedule is totally FUBAR, he can't see me this Friday, but he doesn't want me to go to back to work before I see him. So I'm rescheduled to see him on Feb 18, which means another 10 days at home. I'm jumping for joy.
His office has no problem signing off on this extended period for my work's HR department, so I'm good to go, or rather to stay. wheee.
Election?
Follow-up to a phone conversation with JAW Fan.
If, rather than Clinton, the Black Guy, or crazy ass McCain, the candidates for US President were: Oprah vs Dr. Phil. Who would you vote for?
He tells it like it is, but she'll give you a new car. hmm.
But seriously, as much as her power scares me, I'd have to vote for President Oprah.
If, rather than Clinton, the Black Guy, or crazy ass McCain, the candidates for US President were: Oprah vs Dr. Phil. Who would you vote for?
He tells it like it is, but she'll give you a new car. hmm.
But seriously, as much as her power scares me, I'd have to vote for President Oprah.
It's Super Wednesday
Happy Birthday Mr. Anonymous!
Do whatever you like, whenever you like. Be the anti-Vargas.
Do whatever you like, whenever you like. Be the anti-Vargas.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Question of the Day
When is somebody going to design 3-D glasses with attractive frames? How hard can that be?
In Super Tuesday news, Huckabee wins West Virginia. Enjoy, Mike. With Iowa and WV, I think you're done.
In Super Tuesday news, Huckabee wins West Virginia. Enjoy, Mike. With Iowa and WV, I think you're done.
Here's something we don't see every day
It's Mahmoud in 3-D glasses!
Apparently he looking at some kind of aerial mapping thing, and not coming out of a private showing of Spy Kids. Oh well.
Apparently he looking at some kind of aerial mapping thing, and not coming out of a private showing of Spy Kids. Oh well.
Monday, February 04, 2008
It's Municipal Tax Time
Everybody's fave time of the year, when we see what the City of Montreal is charging for its laughable unhelpful hostile services.
For the first time in history, my bill remains unchanged from the preceding year.
I suppose they expect me to be grateful about this.
With a total of $3030.00 (divided into 2 payments) I'm not enjoying the gouge. Does anyone like being ripped-off? Does anyone look at their bill and say "why, the City has certainly earned this money! I'll gladly pay this. Well done, sirs."
I think not.
For the first time in history, my bill remains unchanged from the preceding year.
I suppose they expect me to be grateful about this.
With a total of $3030.00 (divided into 2 payments) I'm not enjoying the gouge. Does anyone like being ripped-off? Does anyone look at their bill and say "why, the City has certainly earned this money! I'll gladly pay this. Well done, sirs."
I think not.
Toast!
I had a piece of toast today. Hurray. It made squeaking, popping and grinding noises on the way down like something out of Mousetrap.
It was the first bread I've eaten in 2 weeks. That may not sound like a big deal, but 2 weeks without bread is very weird and un-natural. It'll be 2 more weeks before I attempt to swallow untoasted bread, but today was a successful Step One.
I also had bran cereal for breakfast. Whee. I am a foodie dare-devil.
It was the first bread I've eaten in 2 weeks. That may not sound like a big deal, but 2 weeks without bread is very weird and un-natural. It'll be 2 more weeks before I attempt to swallow untoasted bread, but today was a successful Step One.
I also had bran cereal for breakfast. Whee. I am a foodie dare-devil.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Giants Win
That was a shock.
This will inevitably lead to a plethora of new babies being named Plaxico.
Plaxico? I think I bought shares in that company once.
This will inevitably lead to a plethora of new babies being named Plaxico.
Plaxico? I think I bought shares in that company once.
Lazy Sunday Lazy Cat Blogging
The Big Red One and Mr. D., working hard at what they do best...lounging.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Snow Storm
Ok. These are NOT photos of yesterday's storm.
Yesterday turned out to be not so bad because so much of the precip fell as freezing rain and sleet, that there was not as much accumulation as had been predicted, and we avoided the dreaded 40 cm of snow I had feared.
These are pictures of the first storm of the season, back on December 3. This is my little car on my little street buried in snow. And the second is the picnic table in my backyard. How inviting.
I can't believe we've had 2 full months of this already, and we're only halfway through winter. Uncle!
Yesterday turned out to be not so bad because so much of the precip fell as freezing rain and sleet, that there was not as much accumulation as had been predicted, and we avoided the dreaded 40 cm of snow I had feared.
These are pictures of the first storm of the season, back on December 3. This is my little car on my little street buried in snow. And the second is the picnic table in my backyard. How inviting.
I can't believe we've had 2 full months of this already, and we're only halfway through winter. Uncle!
Friday, February 01, 2008
News story of the day
ST. JOHN'S — An Iranian man studying in Newfoundland has been sentenced to three months in jail for kissing a woman on her breast while the two were sharing an elevator. Farhood Azarsina, 25, pleaded guilty last week to sexual assault.
Mr. Azarsina, a PhD student in engineering at Memorial University, admitted kissing the top of the woman's breast while the two were on an elevator at the St. John's school on Sept. 27. He apologized in court last week, explaining he acted on impulse.
Mr. Azarsina said he didn't realize the seriousness of the offence in this country. “You can't expect all males to control themselves when the breasts are out,” he said. (The Globe & Mail)
That last sentence is a keeper.
Mr. Azarsina, a PhD student in engineering at Memorial University, admitted kissing the top of the woman's breast while the two were on an elevator at the St. John's school on Sept. 27. He apologized in court last week, explaining he acted on impulse.
Mr. Azarsina said he didn't realize the seriousness of the offence in this country. “You can't expect all males to control themselves when the breasts are out,” he said. (The Globe & Mail)
That last sentence is a keeper.
What I've learned today
Bananas and plain yogurht are a helluva lot tastier if you pour maple syrup on them.
The snow has started falling
Apparently we are on the verge of a doozie of a storm. How nice to be snug as a bug at home.
I think I'm watching too much Arrested Development. I dreamt about Jason Bateman last night. Worse things could happen, I suppose.
I think I'm watching too much Arrested Development. I dreamt about Jason Bateman last night. Worse things could happen, I suppose.
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