FANNY BE TENDER

Believe it or not my parents moved back to their small, hometown of FANNYSTELLE because they felt that I was too painfully shy to go to a big public school in Winnipeg.

So instead of a regular secular start to my educational life I was marched off to a rural institution run by French Catholic Nuns..

which would have been a fine idea except for the fact that I was an agorophobic Anglo Lutheran.

Oh well, there was one other Protestant kid in the school and much to the Pope's chagrin, we were somehow allowed to read Comic Books during Catechism and Bible History.
My Grandfather, my Dad's Dad, lived next door to the Catholic Church which was the epicentre in town.

He had moved to Canada from Belgium, was finished farming and became the school janitor and bus driver, he also rang the church bells to call the town to Mass and more importantly he was a drinking buddy of the Priest who was always over at his house playing cards. So despite my outsider status I was connected.

Later on in life I escorted my Grandfather to the convent to watch him serve liquor and tell jokes to the Nuns during the holidays. Those gals knew how to party.

Now I look back and realise that the Nuns were terrifying figures that all looked like Darth Vader gliding down the halls with their black flowing capes and sharpened pointers ready to smack any little troublemaker.

My family lived in the train station which was cool because there was a huge, empty, waiting room that became my playroom. There weren't any passengers on that line and the house only really rattled in the fall when the monolithic Grain Elevators that towered behind our house emptied the tons of freshly harvested wheat into the trains and off to market.

I still remember lip syching to the Beatles and playing air guitar while I was perched on the ticket counter which became my stage. Good Times.

The other day I found my report card from the Second Grade.
On the cover it proudly proclaims For God and Country.
My goodladywife is a Grade Two Teacher and she laughed at the formulaic or should I say archaic presentation.

Now I did well in Conduct, Application and Politeness.
This can probably be attributed to the fact that I was too timid to attend a 'regular' school in the city but also because I was scared sh*tless of getting whacked over the knuckles like all of the other kids.

You will notice that little was recorded about my regularity..I would have never told them how often I went to thebathroom anyway.

Which reminds me of one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. Afraid of disturbing Sister St. Anaclet about my painfully expanded bladder I reluctantly voided it's contents down my leg during class. I remember that my pants sloshed and my runners squeaked as I made my way past the snickering students, out of the school and off to the train station to tell my Mom that I peed my pants.... sigh.

Anyway by the fourth grade my parents decided to toughen me up for the real world so back to the big city we went. I remember my first day back in regular school...the boys teased the hell out of me because they heard me crying in the hall. I was such a wuss.

My parents were right. This experience fortified my character. It was then and there that I decided that I would get back at those bastards by charming and stealing their little girlfriends, becoming the class clown, and by making allies out of the bullys by making them laugh...and giving them my lunch.

I have since shed my shyness and performed on stage in plays singing and dancing my way into the hearts and minds of hundreds along the way. I have also played the drums in bands, auditioned and appeared in TV Commercials and jostled and schmoozed my way through other extroverts to position myself in the forefront of other 'extras' in a Movie with Ann Margaret.

For better or worse I am no longer the quiet kid in the corner peeing his pants. Thanks to the 'tough love' from Mom and Dad. Ha!

GIVE ME GIGGITY
OR GIVE ME DEATH!

We (men) hold these truths to be self-evident:
that most guys are sort of created equal,
and that they are not really that well endowed by their Creator, with certain inalienable Rights, such as the right to act like ALIENS from Planet Dumbass every now and then, and that foremost amongst these are...

LIFESTYLE, GIGGITY,
and the PURSUIT OF A HAPPY PENIS!

OH YEAH!!

(Yes, it's satirical)

We hold these Truths to be self evident : that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable rights, that among these are LIFE, LIBERTY and the PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.


Welcome to MALE BASHING MONDAYS..
Ladies hit us with your best shot...double dare ya!!!
Gentlemen you know the drill..good luck..

USELESS TRIVIA

The blood pressure of a Giraffe is 280/180!

The tallest mammal (18 ft) in the world pumps blood through huge arteries (1 inch wide) with special one way valves about 170 times a minute up to a brain that is 8 feet away from a 24 pound heart.




I have had this fascinating tidbit lodged in my head for over 40 years...
and now you will too..neener!




I pull out this beauty whenever someone else blurts out some useless information to impress me by exaggerating their point with trivia or statistics.

What is the most inane, weird, or useless bit of trivia in your head?

guys & dolls

During the mid to late 60s I played with action figures.
I wasn't really into maiming small, arboreal, creatures with pellet guns or much of a car guy so action figures were my thing.

These action figures were of course articulated, playscale models (12inches = 6feet) that were big enough to play with ( ie.manly) and you could really appreciate all of the fine details in their costumes and accessories....sooo cool!

Yes many of my school friends would literally say that it was totally gay to play with dolls but I didn't care. I thought that they were amazing.
Remember this is before the advent of cable TV, watching videos or playing video games so we were forced to use our imaginations and make our own fun.

There wasn't as much societal pressure for parents to force their kids to participate in after school activities every second of their lives like we started doing in the 80s. It was still OK to let your kids just play.
Now of course I started out with the ubiquitous GI JOE, the gateway action figure, although I never had the JFK version that is featured here..

I spent countless hours living vicariously through my GI JOEs exacting our collective revenge on the evil GI JOEs who would be outfitted in Nazi uniforms. This is before political correctness was made law so we still called those bastards Gerrys or Krauts.

I don't imagine that any of these companies would be making Osama action figures for modern GI JOEs to hunt down, interrogate, torture and then kill over and over again. The entire premise sounds ludicrous in this day and age..or does it?
When CAPTAIN ACTION came out I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. He was the coolest thing EVER!

I mean just look at all of the superheroes that he could turn into!


HE WAS AWESOME!



I did have a hard time trying to understand his uncanny resemblance to DEAN MARTIN but hey I was only 10 years old.









JOHNNY WEST was also around to satisfy any hankerin' for a good old western shoot 'em up but how do you compete with a guy who could be Superman, Captain America, Aquaman and Batman? I had no idea who the hell Steve Canyon was so I didn't bother getting that one.

Eventually I managed to cajole my parents into acquiring the entire collection and spent years hiding in my basement setting up fabulous scenarios of GOOD VERSUS EVIL.

My sister of course had BARBIES so eventually there was plenty of exploratory hanky panky going on....
which eventually made me start to wonder why I was in my basement playing with, I mean by myself, and not out chasing real girls.


Then wouldn't you know it...
within a few years my voice was changing,
I got hair in funny places,
and my fascination with playscale lapsed into the blurry hormonal hell that we call adolescence.


Yes those were simpler times and I wish that I had kept these marvelous toys.


They would be worth a fortune on EBAY!

WHERE IS THE WEIRDEST PLACE THAT YOU EVER





'D SOMEBODY ?





Last week when my goodladywife had a dental appointment my 5 year old son and I went along. We weren't there for moral support...we were all out shopping beforehand and tagged along because...
Riverpark Dental Centre has TV screens in the ceilings for patients to watch while they work on your teeth AND in the reception area there is an awesome SEGA game centre and Internet facilties.

So while my son was playing Sonic I was blogging! We were actually miffed when my wife finished in record time because we were having fun...and I wasn't finished reading Gautami's post.

If you would have asked me a few months ago if I was addicted to Blogging I would have laughed...now I am googling Bloggers Anonymous. As I await my 10,000th visit I realise that I am hopelessly obssessed with this blogging phenomenon.

Oh sure I still like the RW (real world) but out there I am confined by the annoying laws of time, space and reality ...unlike the blogoshere.

Here I can be or create whoever or whatever I want but like Dr.Jeckyl I have created a a Mr. Hyde. My alter ego is now a monster who needs to escape and search the bolgroll for victims to leave his comments on. I can't stop him.

The only thing that can prevent me from soothing the beast (posting) are self inflicted technical difficulties.

Anyway thanks for dropping by...

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading... You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose. Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily. But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

What's" Your Blogging Personality?

I am curious to see where you usually do your bloggin' and
where was the weirdest place that you found yourself bloggin'.

F%@#! Is this totally boring or what?!

It is Monday morning and it is grey and drizzly!

We're not GUNNA take it!
In the USA about 2.3 Million of the *300 M people (*thanks Andrea) die each year.
In Canada there are 30 Million people and about 225,000 deaths are recorded annually. According to stafrickintistics most of us North Americans will exit stage left via the following causes thanks to a combination of genetics, behavioral factors and chance:

Heart 30%
Cancer 23%
Stroke 7%
Emphysema 5%
Accidental 4%

Diabetes 3%
Flu/Pneumonia 3%
Alzheimers 2.5%
Kidney 1.5%
Infection 1.5%

Suicide* 1.3%
Liver 1%
Hypertension .8%
MURDER .7%

*I am always surprised that so many people succumb to intentional self harm, 30,000 Americans (80 per day) and
4,000 Canadians .

I discovered that in the US there are about
14,ooo murders
per year compared to 500 in Canada.
Of those 14,000 Murders nearly 10,000 are the result of GUNS.

In Canada GUNS kill about 175 people.
That is 1 Canadian every 2nd day.

GUNS don't kill people,

people with GUNS kill people!

Here in North America if you watch the News, TV Programs, play Video Games or go to the Movies, you are so overwhelmed with the images of GUNS that it would be easy to start getting completely paranoid.... and if Art, and I use the term loosely, truly imitated Life there would be about 100 million murders a year in North America... and all of them would be the result of GUNS!

In Canada (30M) there are estimated to be about 7M GUNS,
1.2M being heavily restricted Handguns.
In the USA (300M) there are an estimated

220 MILLION Guns,
75M of which are Handguns.

Mr. NRA,

PUHLEEEZE spare me the 2nd Ammendment Bullsh*t concerning the right to bare arms. America has the most powerful Armed Forces in history and a free press to monitor your government...
even though bloggers seem to be doing a better job of watching your government than the the media these days.

The Gun Lobby Nutjobs should stop hiding and forget about King George the 3rd and the British Army returning to conquer the Colonies..
they should be more concerned about President George the 2nd!

Where was I?
Of the 10,000 GUN Murders in America about
7,500 of them were committed using Handguns,
500 Shotguns and 400 were Rifles.

Firearms are now the 2nd(murder) and 3rd(suicide)causes of death for American Males aged 15-24 following Automobile accidents. That is as pathetic as it is frightening!

It seems to be self evident that the availability of GUNS figures significantly into the execution of a murder/criminal act whether it is premeditated or not.
GUNS offer the assailant several distinct advantages such as distance, use of force, a sense of power and the perception of invincibility.

Perhaps the most disturbing modern trend is the

'School Shooting'.

The laissez faire attitude towards GUN control by all levels of Government and the incredible success of the multi Billion Dollar GUN industry and the tireless efforts of their lobbyists to keep GUNS easily available have come to fruition.
The accessibility of GUNS by disturbed Teenagers has resulted in a deplorable state of affairs. You cannot argue that these horrific episodes would not exist if those f*cking GUNS weren't so easy to get. The mere fact that this issue is not being given our full attention speaks volumes about our societal mindset.

Shame on us.
Our children should not have to live in Fear.

In the end the vast majority of us will speed up our demise from self inflicted overindulgences, unfortunate lifestyle choices, and activities which are listed here in order of their cumulative effects on our health.

1 Smoking
2 Eating
3 Drinking
4 Microbes
5 Toxins
6 GUNS
7 Sex
8 Cars
9 Drugs

Most of us will get to play out our hands (be they Environmental and/or Biological) according to the annoyingly accurate computations of the Life Insurance Companies..in the meantime....
...we need to worry about the kid down the street with a gun far more than whether or not Lil Kim has Nuclear Weapons in Bad Korea.

What do you think that we should do about GUNS?

IMAGINE EATING LIVER
WITHOUT FAVA BEANS AND A NICE CHIANTI ?

October '97
In the waters of the Farallone Islands
30 miles west of San Francisco,
a Killer Whale/Orca named CA2 and
her galpal CA6 were videotaped
killing a Great White Shark and then
eating the shark's liver.

That reminded me of the scene in that
horrendous movie Orca
you know...where they find a dead
Great White on the beach and the
Ichthyologist solemnly states that
there is only one creature that could do this..
a Killer Whale.

My guess is that Dr. Hannibal_Lecter's
partaking of an occasional census taker
was about as out of the ordinary as the
incidence of Orcas enjoying their shark liver...
RARELY.
..because White liver would be served
extremely rare but not cold, because
surprisingly Whites can elevate their
body temp..this isn't sushi...
and Orcas probably rarely eat it because
White Sharks are now so
rare that they are a protected species..

To better understand exactly how
Shamu COULD KICK Jaws ASS
here is the proverbial tale of the tape:

A large White_Shark is about
17 feet long and would weigh about 2 Tons...


.about the same as my 16.7 foot long
4000 pound Dodge Caravan




An Orca, the world's largest Dolphin,
can grow to 30 feet in length and
weigh about 6.5 Tons..



or about the same as this very
cool Bell_XV-3 which, oddly enough,
has a 30 foot long fuselage and a
takeoff weight of 13,248 lbs.


btw part of this amazing attack is on
YouTube at Orca vs Shark but there
isn't much to see so I didn't add it but...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcsSSxNuUiI
as well as a first hand account in
NationalWildlifeMagazine .

Sharks, as you all know, are made of cartilage
and unlike bony/true fishes don't have
gas-filled swim bladders.
Sharks need a large oil-filled liver
(up to 25% of their weight) for buoyancy.
Twenty five percent of a 2 ton fish is a lot of
frickin' liver!
Orcas have obviously discovered this delicacy
and no doubt have been
dining on Sharks for millions of years.

Another interesting behavior that
these two apex predators share is a
penchant for spyhopping.

Both White Sharks and Orcas will
raise their heads out of the water
to get a better view of the 'sitch'...
which usually entails scoping out
something that they would like to eat.. like a
raft of seals
or people in boats.

The Whites anyway,
the Orcas not so much.


What the heck does any of this have to do with the price of tea in china? Well I prepared some yummy liver for supper this evening and everytime that I make it I have to remark to my goodladywife about how Orcas also enjoy eating liver every so often.

When was the last time that you
A. saw an Orca eating a White or
B. flew in a Bell XV-3 or
C. dined on liver?

MEET THE REPEATLES

pssst...
Hey how would you like to make ONE BILLION DOLLARS?

If you fancy yourself as a bit of an Impresario and could find a way to make it happen, there is only one band in the world, that I can think of, that everyone would pay anything to see. You would be known as the Concert Promoter of the Century and a Marketing Genius to boot!
I mean, really, who wouldn't want to see and hear
ABBA?
.sorry...unless of course the members of ABBA change their minds..
because they have already turned down an offer of ONE BILLION DOLLAR$ to reunite and perform live and in concert.

Pffft! Forget ABBA. If you could manage to coerce or cajole these fine young lads from England to perform together on stage it would be the musical event of the Millenium!

So here they are...


Zak_Starkey click here,








Dhani_Harrison click here,











James_McCartney click here,










Julian_Lennon click here,

...meet the


REPEATLES!




These offspring are all musicians,
look like their Pop Star Pops,
and I can say, without fear of hyperbole that 'everybody in the world' would pay outrageous $um$ of money,
 to see, hear, and experience, this once in a lifetime (maybe twice if it catches on) experiment in sublime surrealism.

The ultimate dream/cover band performing and recreating Beatlemania.


Now there is one glitch and that of course is what to do with Sean Lennon? If you were alive when the Beatles broke up you probably still hate Yoko Ono and therefore  Sean_Lennon ...

the poor kid will probably never escape the stigma of his mother's unfair treatment in splitting up a band that had run its course.

Anyone who wasn't atleast ten years old in 1970 probably doesn't care...

that being said..

IMAGINE the sheer euphoria of travelling back in time to a place when the future was still full of hope?

post script;

The Repeatles are certainly welcome to update some of the material and add original songs to the playlist if they so choose.


Could you dream up another Rock N Clone Band that would be as popular..or should I just answer that question now?

A LOW BLOW TO THE HIGH NOTES
Have you ever given any thought as to why Oriental music,
(Oriental meaning Eastern as opposed to the Occident or West) is written and performed in the highest musical register audible to the human ear?

Is it just me or do the actual sounds of the instruments and voices get higher the farther East that you travel..think of the plinkity plinking sounds from the Far East like China and Japan. Hmmm.

I am positive that many of these pieces can only be truly appreciated by mammals that have developed sonar like bats and dolphins. Why is that?

Could it be that my simple, barbaric, Western, ears simply cannot appreciate the dynamics of our measely 12 note scale being split into 24 and then set to 24/8 time? Probably.

I have often wondered if the British Empire destroyed the first 66 of the 88 keys on every last one of her Majesty's pianos left behind as they bid a hasty retreat from their ambitious Colonial plan to make Earth a British planet.
The answer is No. Oriental civilizations developed music about 5,000 years before the invention of England.

Now this may be an oversimplification on my part but some of those female vocals..I said some...sound like the mournful, wailing, cries of a forcibly restrained, feral, cat being sudmerged in a bucket of ice cold water while having a tourniquet applied to neuter his overactive, little, felid, balls.

Mee ee ii eoo ee ii ee ouwwch!

This may sound like a harsh and completely uncalled for assesment to those of you who adore the yells and bells of these musical genres...
as well as those of you who support the reproductive rights of feral cats.

Unfortunately this is my blog and I am entitled to display my largely, uninformed, views on any rubbish of my choosing .

I am also personally confounded and completely bewildered by the appeal of Bollywood musicals...
Aside from staring at eye candy like Mallika Sherawat,
schwing.

Realistically I cannot view these ubermelodramatic and over simplistic whimsicals without the benefit of ingesting mass quantities of 'happy' pills.

Actually I can understand that dealing with the myriad of complications and daily struggles involved with living in the world's largest democracy, that would be INDIA, requires a cinematic, sunshiny, mental, enema...
much like Westerners submit to with those horrid, mind numbing, Romantic Comedys.
bleh!

No doubt 4 hours of priaprismic smiling dancers lip synching their way over the delightful ultrasonic shrills of PlaybackSingers is not without it's charms. It just isn't my cup of tea...

....which is my segue to reconnect the British Indian connection.
Were you aware that Freddy Mercury of the legendary British Rock Band QUEEN was Indian. He was born in Zanzibar but was shipped off to school back in Bombay..I mean Mumbai.

Born Farrokh Bulsara in 1946,
Freddy later identified one of his main musical influences as Lata Mangeshkar who was an Indian Playback Singer. Apparently one of his other musical influences was Liza Minnelli...
Freddy of course did declare that he was "gay as a daffodil" and he was a cat fanatic!

His olympic sized 4 octave (baritone/tenor/falsetto) voice is easily one of the most distinct and amazing voices in recording history.
If you have ever seen the LIVE AID '85 concert you will have no doubt noticed that Freddy was incomparable. He stole the show.
While so many other big name stars floundered on stage, Freddy OWNED the crowd.
His passing on November 24, 1991, was a milestone in the recognition and fight against AIDS.

So Farrokh/Freddy may have been called the first Indian ROCK STAR...Sorry Freddy belongs to all of us.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND
I leave you with the last few lines from Queen's

The Miracle
The one thing we're all waiting for,
is peace on earth and an end to war,
It's a miracle we need,
the miracle, the miracle,
Peace on earth and end to war today,

That time will come
one day you'll see
when we can all be friends
repeat

Lil' KIM AIN'T GOT NO SEOUL!

Lil' Kim, the Posterboy for
Wake N Wear Hair Products,
and this years favorite nominee for the
Crazyass Hall of Fame,
(Jung-Il) is ready to take on the world.

Not quite content to be worshipped by the 20 million terrorized people in the zombie nation known in the White House as Bad Korea (Juche) KIM JUNK ILL has raised the bar to DefCon 1 (DefCon) by testing a Nuke.

Although KIM JUNK ILL appears to be human this X-Ray, which was secretly smuggled out of Bad Korea (hidden in a package of DogChou Burgers*) reveals that he may be hiding another secret.

Once simply dismissed as an egomaniacal idiot who may be suffering from what could be considered the worst case of shortguy complex in History..well next to Napolean Bonaparte anyway..
it is now evident that not only is he short and crazy..
now we can see that he may not even be human!

Unfortunately Dubya will respond to this latest threat by
hollerin' "Hot Damn Shorty I'll be your Huckleberry!" and proceed to disintegrate Bad Korea with all them thar 'NOOKLEEAR' Weapons which is 'jus collectin' dust in them thar silos and Nookleear Submarines.

This will give the evil Cartographers Lobbyists what they so desperately want..and that is the chance to make brand new maps of the world.

Oddly enough there is an environmental upside to this...
the new giant crater, The Sea of Bad Korea, will fill in and hopefully suck in billions of fish from parts unknown.
In theory, this giant flushing effect will replenish the now completely empty fishing grounds surrounding Japan and China.
This will hopefully STOP China and Japan from eviscerating the oceans around Australia...
just Dubya's way of sayin' thanks fellers to the Aussies for their hap in the fight agin' terrormariszm.

This will all happen before the Christmas Shopping Season so that Dubya can concentrate on the plan to create
The Sea Of Iran in the New Year.
Yessiree all the pieces are falling into place to make next year the best year ever.
YEE HA!


(*as if eating Dogs isn't a good enough reason to nuke them)

WOOT!
In an unbridled exhibition of shameless self promotion I am thrilled to announce that I have been nominated for a highly prestigious
2006 Canadian Blog Award.

To my surprise I was not nominated in the Cultural, Science or Religious Blog category. Here I thought that I was some sort of half-assed quasi scientific, *pseudo intellectual, social commentator.
*It is always fun to pronounce pseudo as swaydo.
Apparently my perplexing comic stylings and semi coherent satirical ramblings, zany rants and general tomfoolery do not dovetail into an all encompassing synopsis of the Cultural ascent/descent of homo escapeons. So much for my generic all purpose theory of the meaning of life!

Who knew?

A quick glance in my archives reveals that I am an object for your pity and not your scorn. I see myself as normal while others get the impression that I am sort of a touchy feely, eclectic, smartass and a delusional, wannabe philosopher who is obviously crying out for help.

My postings are all over the road.
Humour 25ish
Culture 27ish
Personal 14ish
Science 17ish
Religion 5ish
Political 10ish
History 20ish
Artsy 8ish
crap 37ish
Geography 3ish
Sports 1
and 'Experimental'
(ie.Last minute filler from blogthings) a few

I confess that I never actually wrote out a mission statement for my Blog and that like most of you I am pretty much just in it for the money. HA! Wait a minute.. it reads a forensic interpretation of modern humans on my banner!
I started posting in February and thought that it would be a good way to force myself to write everyday. HA!
My incredibly rewarding tenure as a 'stay at home Dad' is nearing the end of its term and although I have never publicly stated this I plan to write for a living in the future. HA!

I had not written anything interesting over the past 20 odd years other than Downtown Office Vacancy Reports yawwwn or Offers to Lease/Purchase.
Before that I was a TV Commercial Writer/Producer and I did study Advertsing and Journalism in College but I never got around to actually writing.
On top of that I was a dumbass dinosaur who didn't know how to turn on a computer because I always had a secretarial assistant.

Despite all of those obstacles, last February when a nice man who works with my goodladywife and who is a world reknown blogger, and whose name will remain anonymous, Brian the Mennonite, suggested that I should try blogging.
I thought..Hmmmm,
why not.

I still remember how excited I was to get my first comment on Feb 15th

Brian the Mennonite said...
I'd just like to let you know that I am out here reading your stuff (I was going to call it sh*t, but I didn't want you to be offended, "cause I like it) and will have to reread it several times to grasp all of it. I think I like what I'm reading so far. I've added you to my blogroll and will probably refer to you occasionally when I want to talk about a distant acquaintance of mine who seems to know what he's talking about.
8:46 PM

..and with that blistering barrage of encouragement I knew that I must really have stumbled on to something big... then lo and behold lightning struck again.
One month and 25 postings later I received another comment on March 21st

gautami tripathy said...
In India, the mall culture is relatively new! The shopkeepers shout at the top of their voices to visit them. It sounds like a street market! Minus the open spaces!
1:30 PM

I got a comment from some guy in India!
(Sorry gautami but because of your avatar I didn't know that you were a beautiful intelligent woman)
I was ten feet off of the ground..2 comments..neener neener... nothing could stop me now... then holy crap another comment! So soon, its only March!?

Cherrypie said...
Gulp!!
10:21 AM

No Way! I was ready to yell AVALANCHE! when out of the blue my daughter's old boyfriend sent yet another comment April 7th..

Jeff Gagne said...
WOW, i am the newest fan of your blog, get a TV show, and i'll watch you talk all day.. you're wicked, and as for ur blog about Jesus getting beat up by the Olsen twins.. brilliance
2:25 AM

Now I was getting traction, major advertisers will soon be beating a path to my site with these killer demographics!..ah the power of positive thinking!
Despite all odds it happened again, this time I received feedback on my uber important April 10th account of how American Idol Clay Aiken was robbed, ROBBED I TELL YA...

Anonymous said...
Bwahahaha!!! So true, so true!!!
10:23 PM

My highly informative take on slang terms for the penis and related poor choices for naming boys brought even more accolades..

Cherrypie said...
I'm sure your post is the envy of all your friends. No wonder your wife (Alice?) is so proud ;-)
3:51 PM

Well, well, well...less than a month later my new crazy cyber-stalker is back harrasing me and hogging my entire comment section on April 18th..

Cherrypie said...
I was going to ask what a Sasquatch was. Thank you for explaining it so well. x
5:42 PM

You get the picture...

I am so DUH!
One day I finally realise that you get what you give so I started reading other blogs and started commenting and immediately discovered the true joy of blogging which is the interaction...the snappy repartee, the witty banter tossed to and fro and the merciless, relentless teasing that you give and receive from others in the comment section.
I call it the afterparty.
There are so many funny, brilliant, misguided, talented, caring people out here with a bevy of different views, alternative realities and interesting angles on Life.
They become more than just fast friends, they become
highspeed friends.
Now I spend so much time enjoying other blogs that I often forget to post..oh well..I mean whatever!

Congratulations and props to my peeps and fellow nominees..

Andrea @ Colouring Outside The Lines
Within, Without @ Snippets From Spaceship Orion
Joyce @ Chronicles Of Blunderview
Brian the Mennonite @ I Wonder
for your well deserved nominations

Anyway I am thrilled to get noticed and I would like to thank whoever nominated me and I hope that the cheque clears.

Nominations are open until Sunday November 12th and first round voting begins on Nov 15th. Don't forget to vote and vote often.
http://www.myblahg.com/cba/2006nominations.html

Do you remember your first words of encouragement in the comment section?