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.

My column this week

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!”

There’s more along these lines in my column.

I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.

Link here for the column

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.

That is why I prefer Twitter to Facebook.

That is also why I couldn’t give two hoots about Facebook’s new look.

Ahhhh, yuf.

By now we all know that Mac is cool, and good.

And we know that PCs are uncool and virus-ridden.

But the Mac marketing “We’re better than you PC” onslaught is getting a little tiresome.

People who try too hard to be cool can end up looking like fools.

Tone it down Mac, and maybe us poor uncool sods still using the PC might think about switching over.

There were about 750 of us on the floor of the Metro Centre doing yoga, zumba, pilates and everything else.

We set two world records that have been accepted by the Guinness people.

And we sweated with none other than Richard Simmons, the fitness guru.

It was all in the name of raising money for a digital mammography machine for the early detection of breast cancer.

The day was long but fun.

By the end, I felt more more tired mentally than physically.

The world records were for the biggest 10 second hug and the longest line of continuous massage. Think conga. Goofy but fun.

I was part of a team called the Halifaxchicks, an assembly of women who met through Twitter. We raised money together through pancake breakfasts, pub crawls and on the streets in brazen charm offensives.

We also raised money individually and on-line. We raised over $11,000 between the 11 of us.

Not bad for a day’s workout.

My friend and team mate Shelagh has some pictures of our team and the day.

See if you can spot the typist in the group pix.

They say women fight like cats, but what about those late night talk show hosts.

By the end up that dust-up they were clawing each other’s eyes out.

Sharp barbs, low blows, personal insults.

I’m still picking the fur balls out of my computer, TV and eyeballs.

Meee-owwww, boyz.