Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Who Said It?
To the first reader who identifies (in comments) the speaker of the quote below, I will write a post on the topic of his/her choice. Seriously, any topic.
[They won't always be this easy!]
God is even angrier with [Chile] than he is with the people of Haiti.So, dear readers, who said it?
If I had to guess, I’d say it must have to do with Chile’s persecution and attempted prosecution of their great former leader, and a personal hero of mine, Augusto Pinochet...
[They won't always be this easy!]
At the Center of the Universe
Seen in the middle of a wooded area in a local park. I have no idea what function these machines serve. It got me to thinking, though...
Monday, March 01, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
A Proud Canadian
In more Olympic hockey-related news, apparently the International Olympic Committee is upset with the behavior of the Canadian women's hockey team after they won the gold medal (mouse over the link for a chuckle: "hockey women drinking"--sounds like a Canadian version of Girls of Spring Break or something). According to the article,
Erotica Canadiana: until now, spoken of only in whispered tones.
This story made me break out into a grin so wide that the top of my fucking head nearly fell off. Check this out:
Thank you Team Canada. Thank you Hockey Canada. Thank you CBC.
Several Canadian players returned to the ice surface at Canada Hockey Place roughly 30 minutes after their 2-0 win over the U.S. on Thursday night. The players drank cans of beer and bottles of champagne, and smoked cigars with their gold medals draped around their necks.
This story made me break out into a grin so wide that the top of my fucking head nearly fell off. Check this out:
In a statement released late Thursday, Hockey Canada apologized for the on-ice party.Canadian through and through.
"The members of Team Canada apologize if their on-ice celebrations, after fans had left the building, have offended anyone," the statement read.
Thank you Team Canada. Thank you Hockey Canada. Thank you CBC.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Winnipeg (1)
I used to live in an apartment on the top floor of the building pictured below.
I can scarcely believe it, but I lived there for three years beginning sometime in 1964, over 45 years ago. I remember the landlord and his wife were an elderly German couple. I think they hated kids. They didn't seem to like me and my sisters much, at any rate. They had a very large, very mean German shepherd. He didn't like kids much either. I remember my father having a harsh exchange of words one day with the landlord after the dog had bitten me quite hard, just missing my privates. The old woman was always yelling at us to keep quiet whenever we came into or went out of the building. We'd just moved back to Canada from Germany. I remember my kindergarten teacher there seemed to have a negative view of kids, too. Thinking about it now, it's possible that it was just me these Germans didn't like. My own parents used to get pretty mad at me sometimes. Or maybe they were tired of being German, who knows. From my bedroom I could climb out a small window onto the flat roof at the rear of the building. I'd sometimes sit out there at night when it was hot. There were a couple of easy-going, fun-loving bachelors living in one of the apartments below us. To this day I'm not certain, because it's the kind of thing you only piece together in your mind after many years have gone by--a muffled scream in the night, urgent conversations that you, a little kid, can't quite make out, the bachelors suddenly disappearing, that sort of thing--but I think the bachelors may have raped the Germans' daughter.
Here's a picture of the school I attended in those days:
It was just down the street from the above-pictured apartment building. I went there for three years, grades one though three. I have two very vivid memories of this place. The first is of Miss Zernickel, my third grade teacher. She wore her hair short. She wore skirts and turtlenecks and suede boots and looked like a movie star to me. I was the best speller in Miss Zernickel's class. My spelling is still pretty good today. Thank you, Miss Zernickel. The other thing I remember is the school's janitor. He was a friendly, somewhat overweight, middle-aged guy with gray hair and a mustache. As far as I can recall there was nothing wrong with this guy, but once a week, for about a year, I dreamed about him. I had nightmares about him. In my dreams he was The Devil. It's never made any sense to me. But what about your childhood does?
I can scarcely believe it, but I lived there for three years beginning sometime in 1964, over 45 years ago. I remember the landlord and his wife were an elderly German couple. I think they hated kids. They didn't seem to like me and my sisters much, at any rate. They had a very large, very mean German shepherd. He didn't like kids much either. I remember my father having a harsh exchange of words one day with the landlord after the dog had bitten me quite hard, just missing my privates. The old woman was always yelling at us to keep quiet whenever we came into or went out of the building. We'd just moved back to Canada from Germany. I remember my kindergarten teacher there seemed to have a negative view of kids, too. Thinking about it now, it's possible that it was just me these Germans didn't like. My own parents used to get pretty mad at me sometimes. Or maybe they were tired of being German, who knows. From my bedroom I could climb out a small window onto the flat roof at the rear of the building. I'd sometimes sit out there at night when it was hot. There were a couple of easy-going, fun-loving bachelors living in one of the apartments below us. To this day I'm not certain, because it's the kind of thing you only piece together in your mind after many years have gone by--a muffled scream in the night, urgent conversations that you, a little kid, can't quite make out, the bachelors suddenly disappearing, that sort of thing--but I think the bachelors may have raped the Germans' daughter.
Here's a picture of the school I attended in those days:
It was just down the street from the above-pictured apartment building. I went there for three years, grades one though three. I have two very vivid memories of this place. The first is of Miss Zernickel, my third grade teacher. She wore her hair short. She wore skirts and turtlenecks and suede boots and looked like a movie star to me. I was the best speller in Miss Zernickel's class. My spelling is still pretty good today. Thank you, Miss Zernickel. The other thing I remember is the school's janitor. He was a friendly, somewhat overweight, middle-aged guy with gray hair and a mustache. As far as I can recall there was nothing wrong with this guy, but once a week, for about a year, I dreamed about him. I had nightmares about him. In my dreams he was The Devil. It's never made any sense to me. But what about your childhood does?
Monday, February 22, 2010
Note to Self
Next time the Winter Olympics are on change your start page in Firefox so you won't need to see depressing crap like this cluttering every square inch of your computer screen:
U.S. stuns Canada
Team Canada falls to U.S.
What's wrong with team Canada?
U.S. Hockey stuns Canada
Waking Its Neighbors, U.S. Upsets Canada
Groan, Canada, groan
Marty Brodeur blows it against the Americans
Bleh.
U.S. stuns Canada
Team Canada falls to U.S.
What's wrong with team Canada?
U.S. Hockey stuns Canada
Waking Its Neighbors, U.S. Upsets Canada
Groan, Canada, groan
Marty Brodeur blows it against the Americans
Bleh.
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