Every morning for days now, there’s been a coating of ice on everything. The sunrises have put me in mind of Dunnett, “A glory to bludgeon the senses”. Continue reading More frost, hoar frost
If you really love me, you’ll buy me this….
Okay, I was kidding. But it’s still pretty amazing.
What a bizarre notion. But quite possible, as noted here….
This is just plain freaky. The dominatrix clown?
Ran into this device and thought I’d share it… you never know when an idea like this will come in handy. The Watercone.
Dear Allegra, Thank you for your recent email about copyright legislation in Canada. Please be assured your views are valued as all emails received are read, considered and reported. I appreciate your input, which is vital to better understanding the concerns and issues of constituents in Burnaby-New Westminster.
I have been concerned about this direction of the former Liberal government and the current Conservative government to inhibit users’ rights. For that reason, I was the first MP to table petitions expressing this concern in Parliament. Continue reading a note from my MP
Let’s just say that the OTHER comics were really funny. What I find entertaining most of all is that I made an effort (a small one) to you know, show up on time, write new material, and push my boundaries. Some of the folks I went through David Granirer’s course with have not written any significantly new material in a year. I write new material for every gig; it’s a damned good thing I’m only going out once a year, but it’s hard to claim you do standup if you sit around the house every night whinging about what a coward you are. Continue reading Mean-spirited, yes, but o so funny
pOp has probably already seen this, but in case he hasn’t….
pOp has a wonderful story about watching a very large sphere of ball lightning travel right down the middle of the Argus he was flying in. He managed to control the urge to touch it, and considering it zorched a damned bit hole in the aircraft, that’s prob’ly a good thing.
Also, proof that the FSM is indeed in us all.
Look for the post entitled FSM DNA
I thought I’d cheer myself up by listening to Fever by Peggy Lee, and I thought I’d forward the link.
Although I didn’t sleep for nearly long enough, I got up this morning feeling more rested and less pained than I have in quite a while. Last night I made an honest effort to apologize and make it up to somebody I’ve wounded. I was told that I have Borderline Personality Disorder, that I have no notion about friendship, that I walk through life like a victim, that every interaction is a competition for me and I have to “win”, and that I have a black belt in cruelty and hypocrisy.
So I guess it’s fair to say she’s not in a forgiving mood. Me, I’m feeling way better. I tried to make amends. I listened to her carefully. Then I went home and asked Dr. Filk if he thought I was cruel and hypocritical, and he pulled a face. After admitting that he could think of thousands of unpleasant comments to make about me, he simply didn’t buy cruel and hypocrital. Dr. Filk has lived with me for the best part of a decade. He’s certainly seen me at my worst and I haven’t noticed him sparing the horses when it comes to offering opinions.
Keith, of course, whose commitment to accuracy is both part of his charm and an ongoing trial, said, “Well you’re no crueler than most and somewhat less hypocritical,” which I thought was pretty cool, actually. I mean, you don’t expect to come off well if you ask your kids something like that. Haven’t seen Katie to ask her, but it should be really intense when I do.
In the meantime my back and my leg are feeling much better. And I’m going to do standup tonight! Actually I’m going to do a little bit of standup and Miss Manners Has Her Say. Yes, please! No thanks! Maybe later! (as the chorus goes).
It’s a pleasure to meet somebody who is photographed to more dreadful effect than I. Ladies and Gentlemen, the pasty-complected Stephen Harper.
I have a happy memory of Mel Blanc singing with Spike Jones “Clink, clink, no more to drink; I had a cellarful but now it’s gone; drink, drink the glasses clink; like the anvil chorus and my head is splitting; uh, brinking, uh, busting…. oh, brother!” Here’s the link.
On that same tape is Spike Jones, who while wearing a really BAAD tutu, false eyelashes and cowbell earrings, gets levered all over the stage by two strongmen. He looks bemused, and chews gum through it all.
There is a teapot tempest in Pelosiville these days about how that darned Bush keeps saying “Democrat” instead of “Democratic” – like he’s doing it on purpose. How smart does he look to you? It’s a sad accident of his dyslexia, not some hostile rebranding of the party of the people.
Turn about’s fair play. Once the Democrats start calling their worthy opponents “Publican” (or in extreme cases, Pubican) Bush’s speechwriters will be putting those missing letters back in toot sweet.
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