I was almost T-boned by a woman driving an SUV and talking on her phone.
It’s illegal to do that in this province but people do. Apparently they don’t think it’s dangerous.
Well, it is dangerous to your health and mine. Some studies point out that its as dangerous as drinking and driving.
You’d think they’d try a stunt like this in summer, not in the midst of NHL playoffs!
But it’s true.
A bunch of kids were kicked off a quiet suburban street in April for playing road hockey.
In this world of troubled teens, obese kids and too many video games, someone decided to call the cops and complain about the kids playing hockey on the street.
Too much noise probably. Or maybe this person is tired of waiting two or three seconds while the kids move the nets off the street.
Instead of yelling “caaaaaaar!”
They should yell “priiiiiiick!”
Not sure what this indicates, but here they are:
* Used 3 times: Tomorrow
* Used 3 times: Everyone
* Used 3 times: Hot
* Used 2 times: Home
* Used 2 times: Bookshelves
* Used 2 times: Asterix
* Used 2 times: Temp
* Used 2 times: Keep
* Used 2 times: Happy
* Used 2 times: Halifax
* Used 2 times: Raised
* Used 2 times: Centre
* Used 2 times: Metro
* Used 2 times: Film
* Used 2 times: Thanks
* Used 2 times: Speech
Not sure if this is about marital harmony or midlife crisis,
I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.
I disagree with his stance on fighting in hockey. I’m against it.
I disagree with his occasional racial slurs. They are stupid.
He dresses in suits that look like they were made from the leftover material from his grandmother’s curtains.
He’s loud, impolite and he points.
But he is a character. He’s a proud Canadian and a very unCanadian Canadian.
He defies the stereotype of quiet, mannerly and polite.
Canada needs more characters.
That’s why I like Don Cherry.
Silver for 25
Gold for 50
But what is the precious metal for #18
I just – just!- remembered that today was the day. Eek.
Maybe the precious thing for #18 should be a memory boost.
This morning they fired up the Large Hadron Collider at CERN and started bashing the heck out of protons and it worked.This is the largest experiment ever.
They physics geeks are beside themselves and trying to contain their excitement.
They think the data produced in these collisions will help us understand – among other things – the first moments of the universe.
The last two attempts to get the thing going failed so it was a rather pressurized environment there at CERN this morning.
But now they are shooting beams through the underground network of tunnels and producing collisions and new particles that will give us new information about our world.
The models are beautiful.
These experiments will tell us about the formation of the matter, dark matter and the extra dimensions that may exist around us.
It is a very exciting time.
Cleaning out bookshelves this past week.
The idea is that good books should not be condemned to a life of dust collecting on my bookshelves.
Also that bookshelves should be dynamic places, with room made for new books, new authors, new ideas.
But what to keep? What to donate?
Woolf? G Greene, Nietzsche, Sontag, Joseph Campbell, 19th century novels, travel lit.
Asterix? – no, Asterix stays, ditto Wodehouse & JK Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat – the funniest book every written (IMHO).
What is your criteria for keeping vs. letting go?
Disney is banning fake boobs in its next Pirates flick.
Yup, apparently fakes lack the jiggle factor necessary for the authentic 18-century wench.
The makers of the movie was the real thang, with all the bounce and to-and-fro.
I don’t agree with right-wing pundit Ann Coulter.
I don’t like her politics or the way she shoves sticks of dynamite into cultural fractures that divide our world.
I don’t care for her publicity-seeking ways either.
But free speech is an important principle.
Free speech is far more important than Ann Coulter.
I say let her speak and show us exactly what a donkey brain she is.
If she violates hate laws of Canada, then arrest her.
But don’t sacrifice free speech.
You’ll only end up handing her more petroleum for her demented bonfire.
Just when you thought the evil estheticians have gone far enough by making the full Brazilian a bodily “must have,” now comes vajazzling.
Yes people, it’s no longer enough to have your downstairs region hot waxed, defoliated, tattooed and pierced.
Now you need crystals “down there.”
In this part of the world, it’s not unusual to wait until May or even June for anything that closely resembles spring.
Sometimes we go from winter directly to summer with hardly a moment of spring.
And sometimes there’s no summer either.
But this year spring seems to be in the air early and it couldn’t some too soon. This past weekend was sunny and there was heat in that sunshine. Heat!
You can almost hear the plants waking up and thinking about getting going again. People were out in their yards picking up winter debris as if to will spring.
You can’t blame us.
Last winter was tough with its freeze-thaw-freeze storms that left us picking ice rather than shovelling. It made you feel like Neolithic Nan – out there chiselling away to free the car.
Mind you, I still haven’t removed the snow tires and probably won’t for another month. This is Canada after all, and one of its favourite little teases is to lull you into a sense of spring and then dump a big rip snorter of a snow storm on you in April. Then laugh.
But even if we get that rip snorter, June is only 3 months away, July 4 months.
Summer is coming in other words
Bring it on.
I’m sure the Olympic closing ceremonies were meant with a wink and a nod to Canadian humour, but the thing was tacky beyond belief and came off as a big dose of, well, self-referential Canadian humour.
When I saw the inflatable Mounties, the Fred-Flintstone canoe people (with their feet sticking out the bottom) and the beaver blow ups, thought I would die.
It had the look of a pizza joint in a suburban strip-mall at around 2 am on a Friday night.
What must Neil Young have thought?
Then I remembered. Most of Canada would be out on the streets celebrating the hockey win.
And the show would be on too late for the rest of the world, assuming they didn’t DVR it. Don’t DVR it people.
I’m glad for the hockey win and even gladder that Sidney Crosby scored the winning goal.
I’m also glad that Canada’s insecure national identity has been restored somewhat by this hockey win.
Because if we were pegging our national self-esteem on our ability to orchestrate a tasteful and eye-pleasing ceremony like the Chinese and the English are known for, we’d crying in our soup today.
Many years ago, this typist’s sister played hockey.
Back in those days, they didn’t have organized hockey for girls, so my sister faked it.
She pretended to be a guy by changing her name slightly. She was tomboy-ish anyway, and young enough go to and leave the game in her gear.
No one knew the difference and she played with the best of them. And loved it.
When the team reached the play-offs, she dropped out in case she was caught. The team would have been disqualified because she was a girl.
That was in the 70s.
My sister’s daughter now plays hockey on scholarship in an Ontario league. She doesn’t have to fake it.
Girl’s hockey has come a long way.
Tonight’s Canadian Women’s Olympic hockey gold was a win my sister will celebrate.
Hopefully it will inspire all girls who like the game and now have a chance to play it.
Things like work – when the luge is on! Pfft!
The little typists needing to be fed – when downhill skiing is on. Tsk.
Sleep – when recaps are playing. Huh!
The feline making food demands – when pairs are figure skating. Grrr.
Tonight it’s kid’s guitar lessons. Men’s hockey. Stik.
Tomorrow night- a lecture by Terry O’Reilly, a very cool CBC radio presenter who does a show on marketing called The Age of Persuasion. (Actually, that one’s going to be fun.)
A big thang on Saturday night with a good friend (actually, good too)
The Olympics will be ovah before I get a chance to consume them properly.
