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Am I the only one who hates the Perfect Patriots and wants to see them lose in a totally humiliating fashion at some point in the play-offs? I can't be alone, can I?

Go Indy. Go Manning.

Old Resolutions

I’ve been reviewing my Resolutions from last year, which were:

1. Gain 20 pounds.
2. Start smoking. Work my way up to a pack a day.
3. Stop walking; drive more.
4. Get off the treadmill and onto the couch more often.
5. Read fewer books; watch more reality t.v.
6. Watch porn.
7. Spend money frivolously
8. Spend more than I earn.
9. Embrace Cheney.
10. Kick the cat.

I’m afraid I’ve failed quite miserably in my attempt to reach these objectives, although I have made a few strides on No. 7. And anyone who knows me as Miss Frugal will appreciate that working on No. 7 is quite an intimidating task for me. For example, over Xmas, I took the train to Toronto and paid full fare for a First Class ticket. I’d never done that before, but I thought screw the proles, I’m not lining up, I’m going in a comfy seat, with a full hot meal, and free booze. It was worth it.

I’m nowhere near No. 8.

I love Statistics!

And I especially love the statistics that the Globe & Mail reports on. Today's topic, most appropriate on nearly New Year's Eve, is k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

Reports the Globe: "A study determined that men like their kisses wetter and with more tongue: To be precise, 33 per cent wetter and with 11 per cent more tongue, on average, than women do."

11 per cent more tongue. Not 10, not 15. 11 per cent.

What does THAT mean? 11 per cent more movement? 11 per cent wider tongue? 11 per cent longer tongue? 11 per cent probing-er? What the heck is 11 per cent more tongue?

That's so weird, I can't stop laughing.

I'm ignoring the 33 per cent wetter stat. Cause that's a full third more slobbering. Ew. You guys!

2008...on the horizon

Anybody got any ideas for New Year's Resolutions? I'm practically perfect, so I don't know what to improve. There must be something...

But, seriously, other than trying to be healthy, I need to make a list. Which I can completely forget about by around January 5.

It's a Sunny Sunday

I mention this only because I cannot remember the last time we saw the sun for more than 10 minutes.

(I'm sure it's beautifully sunny and high 20s in Melbourne. Don't bother saying it.)

(And it's probably minus 20 and dark in Edmonton. Don't bother with that either.)

Bumpety, bumpety, bump

I done bin bumped. My surgery has been postponed. Some kind of emergency over the weekend is apparently going to be taking up the OR and this means no surgeries on Monday. I have no idea what this is all about.

All that build-up and pffft. Easy come, easy go.

Dr. McDreamy's secretary assured me my operation would take place in January, but now I have to wait until Thursday to find out when it will be scheduled. This sucks.

Well, that's over....Next! Suivant!

My sister told me she went by the Dollar Store yesterday, and they had taken away all the Xmas merchandise and put up all the Valentine's Day merchandise.

Still waiting for There Will be Blood

I read this in the NY Times about Daniel Day-Lewis's performance. I cannot wait to see this. It appears he's playing it even bigger than in Gangs of New York, and he was huge in that one.

"Mr. Day-Lewis’s outsize performance, with its footnote references to John Huston and strange, contorted Kabuki-like grimaces, occasionally breaks the skin of the film’s surface like a dangerous undertow. The actor seems to have invaded Plainview’s every atom, filling an otherwise empty vessel with so much rage and purpose you wait for him to blow. It’s a thrilling performance, among the greatest I’ve seen, purposefully alienating and brilliantly located at the juncture between cinematic realism and theatrical spectacle. "

Yum.

My last day

It's my last day at work for...I dunno... two weeks, six weeks? Feels a bit surreal.

It will be really weird if the surgery turns out to be a traditional incision job and I'm at home for six weeks. Let's hope that is not the case. Not that I wouldn't love to be off work for a good part of the winter, but I don't want the pain, immobility and incapacitation that would come with a long recovery. Just two weeks following a quickie laparoscopy will be A-okay with me. I'm looking forward to the pain killers. I wanna press the button on that morphine drip. heh heh.

Happy Birthday, JAW Fan

(I know he's not actually at the office or near a computer to get the message, but it would not be right to let the day go by without acknowledging this event. )

Today in assassination news

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Pakistan is the biggest, most dangerous hell-hole on earth.

Home again!

I hope everybody had a lovely Christmas.

I returned tonight to find there had been a truly spectacular thaw over the past 3 days. Snowbanks have shrunk considerably. This is grrrreat.

One day late: A belated Happy 50th Birthday to Mr. Shane MacGowan. I, for one, never thought he would live to see 50. What was it Orwell said, at 50 you have the face you deserve? Something like that. Well, I tried to find a decent pic of Shane to post for this big birthday, but frankly he has the face he deserves and it ain't pretty. So I passed on that photo idea.

Merry Christmas to all

I hope Santa is good to everybody.

Overheard on the bus

Woman #1: I'm just back from vacation.
Woman #2: Where did you go?
#1: Las Vegas!
#2: Did you like it?
#1: I had been 20 years ago, but it's changed.
#2: Oh yeah?
#1: It's so commercial now.

Alas, I too miss the days when Vega$ was a cultural mecca.
Where have you gone, Dan Tanna?

5 Years go by so fast

RIP Joe. Still my hero!

Caption this Photo

Sarko: Did ya hear? I'm banging an Italian model!
Benny16: I still have a nattier wardrobe.

NDG = Little Italy

I'm trudging through the snow war zone that is my street this morning, and there's a woman who has backed out of her driveway but is now not moving at all, she's just madly spinning her wheels on the ice and not going anywhere. There's a man walking his dog who is trying to gesture to her that she should attempt to roll forward and then back again.

She rolls down her window and says literally:

"I'ma stucka. Please go arounda."

I had to smile.

Pre-Op

I survived my morning of pre-op junk. The tests were nothing, but the waiting in between tests was endless. gawd.

The worst part of the day was the hour and a half on the bus to get to the hospital. Almost 90 minutes to go 8 or 9 km. Cra-zee.

I'm going to bed now. I'm wiped out.

Awful Story

I guess most people in Canada have heard about the murder of the old man who was delivering Xmas cards to his neighbours. It's the kind of crime that turns my stomach. It appears it was a random attack by some nut job. I think a suspect has already been arrested.

Anyway, I just saw on the local news a picture of the suspect and the title was "Christmas Card Killer".

Christmas Card Killer? That reeks of a bad Ben Affleck movie. Do they really have to give the crime a catchy name? This really bugs me.

It's Keith Richards' Birthday

Happy 175th birthday, Keith.