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It all started when someone sent him a "learn your porn-star name" link, and Tiger Woods discovered that his was.... Tiger Woods.
Then he signed on with Nike, and they told him to Just Do It!
What was the guy supposed to do?
Seriously, "Rediculously rich pro athelete can't keep it zipped." This is news? Not that I condone that sort of stuff, but it is all just soooooooooooo predictable, right down to the little Lewinski-wannabees out clamouring for their 15 minutes. They just found that storing emails was a whole lot more sanitary than keeping stained clothing.
And now, by all reports, we discover that the wife is willing to put aside self-respect for the right dollar value. "Sure - I'll stay and work on the marriage.... for $60 Mill and two more years of embarassment, it's all worthwhile!"
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Even if it is only a half inch (1cm) of snow?
Why, you build a snowman of course! Never mind that you have to use the snow from both neighbour's lawns to do it - where there's a will there's a way!
No traditional snowman for this girl either. After all, once you put in the arms you immediately must conclude that it needs legs too. And a mowhawk!
Can't have a snowman without a mowhawk after all....
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Finally got around to watching Mama Mia with Steph. My only real comments, besides how overly contrived it was to try and force the movie to fit the lyrics, was how mortified I was at the fact that I actually knew all of the lyrics to every damned Abba song in the flick.
Surprising, not just because - well - it's Abba. But frankly I didn't thing I was paying that much attention in '78.
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On the downside, Steph's gig as Campaign Manager came to a crashing end when Scott bailed from the race. Not because he wasn't leading, and not because he wouldn't likely have won, but because - well - turned out that he wasn't up to the task.
It got to the point where he wasn't doing ANY of the work, deferring it all to Stephanie and a couple of others, until Steph got fed up when he started demanding that she even handle his personal campaign-related correspondence rather than do it himself, and so she told him to buck up and start doing his job. Rather than put in a little effort - he quit and then tried to blame the volunteers for that decision.
Frankly, it was probably for the best. It turned out that his wife was not happy with his decision to run and so was putting up roadblocks along the way. Frankly, I think that Scott was looking for an excuse to drop out for the sake of his marriage, but he could have just been honest and said so instead of how he handled it.
Steph had catapulted him over the protege of the main local money people and put him in a position to win, but he didn't want to do the work. Probably best he gave up with that attitude!
And the work that Steph did still got her noticed by some very senior people in the Party, which she might still be able to parlay into future work.
In the meantime, she has taken on a gig doing political writing for The Examiner, and continuing her local work with a different candidate, although unfortunately not as campaign manager - well, at least not yet ;).
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I must say, it has been particularly hilarious reconnecting with three particular friends on Facebook.
These are the people who, as a team, founded the Monty Python Apreciation Society (All membership cards made out as "Bruce"). Who planned formal dinners in the cafeteria. Who self-published an independant alternate school newspaper. Who, on a lark, invented a punk band out of thin air just to see if we could market it. Who are the people I can honestly talk about using the phrase "And this one time, in band camp..." well, on band trips anyway.
Unsurprisingly they are now respectively a professor of English at UBC, the technical director of the Toronto International Film Festival, and the co-owner of a sizeable project management consulting firm.
I think that Dan summed it up best, with a comment that fully encapsulates my feeling on those people at that time: "All I can say is you guys were awesome -- nuts -- but awesome just the same!"
I wouldn't particularly care to relive high school, but I could use the odd flashback to an all-night pizza, practice, 'n Risk session with those guys. |
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Nov. 27th, 2009 @ 01:07 pm
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I have exactly two words to describe the current state of the project that I am now working on. The first word is "cluster".... |
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.... Knot, ready for winter.
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In other news.....
OTTAWA (AFP) - "Thatcher has died," read the short text message that kicked off a brief diplomatic flurry among members of Canada's parliament and their advisors at a black tie dinner this week, said local media Thursday.
Upon learning the "news" via mobile or Blackberry at a soiree honoring Canadian military families Tuesday, some 2,000 shocked Conservatives, said to revere the Iron Lady of British politics, and their advisors reportedly huddled to discuss a reaction.
The prime minister's office called Buckingham Palace and 10 Downing Street to confirm that Margaret Thatcher had indeed passed away -- baffling British officials, CanWest News Service said.
It turned out the message was sent by Canadian Transport Minister John Baird from his home in Toronto to a person at the gala dinner to say his beloved 16-year-old gray tabby cat, named for Margaret Thatcher, 84, had died.
The recipient then forwarded it to others.
A spokesman for Prime Minister Stephen Harper's office was not immediately available for comment.
Too many jokes to make about that posting.... not enough time to make them all. |
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 03:21 pm
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Damn, that flu shot really works! Managed to finally get the kids innoculated on Thursday, and by Saturday Jake had the flu!
Who do I call to complain about Holly still being healthy?
Oh, and I notice that I missed posting halloween photos besides the pumpkins.
The original plan was that Jake was going as Jason Vorhees, and Holly wanted to be Freddie Kruger. Our own little cadre of murderous mayhem. That was the operating assumption until we got the costume store and Holly decided that she wanted to exert a little authority instead.
OK. Officer Cutie-Pie can arrest Jason...that still works!
Until the day before when Jake decided that he didn't want to be a maniacal killer after all.
Instead.... he aspires to be a bum.
We're soooooooooooooooo proud with his high aspirations! lol.
OK, well cops do like to beat up on the homeless, and it meant I got to wear the Jason mask. So it all worked out.
And, as the added bonus, my good wife never noticed where I'd put the bag of tootsie rolls, so I got my fair quota of candy too!
Went and visited Dad yesterday before he heads south for the season. His absences seem to get longer and longer each year.
Can't say as I blame him either. |
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Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!!! |
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I've been wandering in the woods my whole life. Some of my earliest standout memories are treks through the bush at the cottage. Discovering wild strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and once - a skunk.
Ottawa, as a semi-planned city (yes - they planned to make it this dull!), was designed with a ring of greenspace around it to limit it's growth. We call it the greenbelt. Many others call it 'that unneccessary forest which means that my house is situated a mile further from my office than it needs to be!'
Of course, what we all tend to forget is that this greenspace wasn't always what it is today. There were a ton of expropriations when it was created in order to fill in some gaps. It also, in many instances, can best be described as "the forest around the big-assed swamp that no-one wanted to build on anyway!"
But every now and then you find those surprises in the bush. Most times it's sighting some rarer bird, plant, or anmal, but on rare occassions it is things that left there and were long forgotten.
For example, in the 70s someone stumbled across the ruins of an old industrial lime kiln deep in the bush between two bogs. It has since been stabilized and a marked trail leads you in.
And on Friday, I had my own little moment.
It was a gorgeous day under golden, late afternoon light. And I was a little ahead on my commute when I saw the light filtering though the trees along the road. I had to stop...
It's a place I've stopped at so many times. The place where the bulk of my morning-frosty-fall-leaves pictures have been taken for several years now. But I'm not sure that I've ever stopped there on the way home. And this time, I wandered up the deer trail a little further. Up over the rise to see what lay ahead.
The first thing that appeared was the fence. Old, decrepit, and collapsed. An old farm fence with sections of log, and sections of cleared stone reminiscent of the way the Irish build stone fences from the rocks cleared from the farm.
Well, a fence has to go somewhere right?
( And sure enough, it did! ) |
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Well, I guess it's time to put the final nail in summer.
It's done!
( Some fall colour behind the clicky.... ) |
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