Jericho etc.

Ballyhooley was amazing, as always; opening on the open stage was Hearing Voices, a wonderful all female folk quartet (with yet another cajon in tow, see one and then you start seeing them everywhere).  Paul played for the very firstest time at Jericho.  The ride in was memorable for Paul opining darkly on every little noise and clunk out of the car.  My parade was somewhat dampened, but what the hey.  I sang the Housewife’s Lament and backup for Willie’s Diamond Joe.

Ack.  So do not want to take car in, but it IS running on five cylinders.

Strange morning

I woke up with an invention in my head. I don’t think it’s patentable, but I could build a prototype in about 15 minutes if I had the materials, and I’m trying to work out the final proportions to see if it would be useful to more people than just me.  This is my second invention.  The first was a zero gravity bed which would um, meet the safety and utility and mass requirements of such an object.  Needless to say, when they start making porn in space, I’m expecting to get a path beaten to my door.

Sad news from the filk community; a woman expecting twins lost her little girl, after a truncated pregnancy.  I wish to hug my children even tighter.

Katie has an appointment, fingers crossed.

Keith introduced his new female friend to Paul last night, and Paul was giddy on the phone with it.  Big thumbs up.  This is comforting to me; Paul in many ways is a shrewder judge of character than I.

Orphan sloth sanctuary. Prepare for pancreatic implosion. Thanks Patricia!

And what’s this about bishops not reporting to the Vatican?  uh…..

Extending two middle fingers skyward

I ignored the fracking check engine light, which obliged me by going out and staying out, and conveyed Katie and myself to Mike’s folks’ house, and then to tried to get some gelato on the drive.  That didn’t work out, so we went to the place at Glen and Venables instead, and then home, after a run for some much needed toilet paper and sixty bucks of gas.  Shower now, and then work.  After work, church Board meeting.

One of my friends’ sons made a top 30 Toronto Bachelors list

From the article…

Corey Mintz Age 34. Sign “Where are we, Plato’s Retreat? Astrology is a deal-breaker.” Gig “I have people over for dinner and write about it for FED, a Saturday column for The Toronto Star.” Wheels “Ten-speed blue Miele frame. But my chauffeur drives a Prius.” Dream date “Matinee of Manhattan or Big Sleep at the Bloor theatre. Scotch and popcorn in the balcony. Dinner at the Black Hoof. She picks up the cheque while I’m in the boys room.” Guilty pleasure Q-tips. Fun fact “I sneak spoons into Ethiopian restaurants.” Words to live by “This conversation needed to end one minute ago.” Why Shinan picked me “Shinan needs new glasses.”

Read more: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/toronto/archive/2010/02/20/shinan-govani-s-worthy-30-the-men.aspx#ixzz0nkP8LFv1