This is a post I’ve been trying to write for years now. I’m going to give it another try.
Free speech is something that is held up in the modern western world as a good thing. Some sort of unalienable right. But I disagree. I don’t think free speech is a great thing anymore. I think it has become perverted by those who wish to do more harm than good.
I understand that free speech is needed to oust fascist megalomaniacs from their tyrannical power, but once that fascist megalomaniac has been stripped of his power, is it still needed? This is where the free speech advocates pipe up with “We need it to prevent another such tyrant from coming to power.” To those people I say “Lay off the weed, it’s making you paranoid.”
I prefer to think that the average person in this world really doesn’t care about who’s in charge and how they rule, just so long as that average person can make a decent living, live a long life and be happy. It doesn’t matter to that average person whether or not he can say “I hate the president.” If that average person’s needs are being met, who cares if the president is corrupt.
In today’s modern world, people are spouting awful things and getting away with it because they can hide behind free speech. Take me for example, I’ve said some awful things. I’ve pissed off people, some deliberately. I’ve referred to women as those wacky little gremlins on the airplane of life. I’ve advocated for things that many people feel should be outlawed, if not already are outlawed. I shouldn’t be able to get away with half the junk I say and write. Seriously, show of hands, how many people think I’ve said things that shouldn’t be said?
What bugs me most about free speech is that some people are allowed to say certain words without fear of reprisal, while others are repremanded for saying those words. I, of course, am referring to the N word. This is a word with a horrible connotation. I don’t think it is ever appropriate to say the N word. But because I have the freedom to say this word, I will say it here, or in this case, write it. Okay, here goes, Nickelback. There I said it. Due to the flawed nature of free speech, I can write that word, I can say that word and it would be a violation of my civil rights for me to be punished for writing that word.
So you tell me, is it fair to the world that I can write that word and not be punished. It is an awful word that should be striken from existance.
Yes, I understand the irony of me exercising my free speech to rant about the wrongs of free speech.
This morning, insomnia reared its ugly head yet again. My usual nocturnal television watching habits therefore returned as well.
CNN was focusing its efforts on the goings on in Detroit. You see, the mayor of Detroit is being brought up on charges of lying under oath in regards to having had an affair with his chief of staff. (I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: if our elected officials can’t get a little pussy on the side, what hope is there for the rest of us?) It seemed to me that everybody on the Lou Dobbs show last night was black. All the key figures in the story (the mayor and his chief of staff) were black. All the guests and so-called experts brought in to discuss this story were black. It just seemed a bit odd to me. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Or maybe CNN wants only black people talking about news stories involving black people.
Eventually I grew bored of the news and watched King of the Hill instead. In this episode, Hank was being courted to join a country club that caters to Asian Americans. The club needed him to join in order to appease the PGA and show that the club has white members.
Why do we still judge people based on the colour of their skin? It’s so much easier to judge people by their political affiliations. Oh, what’s that you say? You’re a Liberal. Well fuck you Libby! We don’t want you kind ’round here! Why don’t you go home and smoke a doobie with Maggie Trudeau and Keith Richards. You make me sick.
In completely unrelated news, remember that contest in which my friend Columbia put up $500 as an incentive to get Bob to go out and get laid. Well, the Wonder Twins look to be adding some incentive on top of that.
Recently, Bob has let it be known that he wants to cocoon himself in his home and play video games online. He’s just missing the XBox he would need to play the games. It looks like the Wonder Twins are going to offer up an XBox to Bob as a reward if he can pick up a woman.
Speaking of gaming, I’ve been playing a bit lately too. A game called Rainbow Six Vegas. I’m a picky guy when it comes to video games. I like a first person shooter that’s not so realistic. But this game is slowly growing on me. Or maybe I just like running around shooting Mexicans.
Here are the correct answers for the contest. I’ve even included a brief explanation. (In case you actually care.)
Question #1 - Who is my favourite female vocalist?
a) Betty Davis
b) Ann Wilson c) Mavis Staples
d) Tina Turner
All great voices with character and all have some great music. But only one could be my favourite. Mavis Staples is that one. Listen to her on The Last Waltz and tell me that’s not the greatest sound a woman has ever made. You read that right. The greatest sound.
Question #2 - What is my favourite fruit? a) Cherry
b) Banana
c) Grape
d) Honeydew Melon
I prefer cherries. That is all. Not as much as I prefer the artificial cherry flavour that found its way into gum and soda pop, but they are the yummiest of all fruits.
Question #3 - Why is that my favourite fruit?
a) The colour b) The flavour
c) How I think it resembles a sexual organ
d) It makes me seamen sweeter
Anybody who chose option D, what the heck were you thinking? Even if that was true, that a fruit could make my seed taste sweeter (I’ve heard pineapple does that), why would I care? I’m not going to taste my seed. What do you think I am, some contortionist who likes to blow himself? Cherries are the tastiest of all fruits. Pretty simple stuff there folks.
Question #4 - Who did I vote for in the last federal election?
a) The NDP candidate b) The Green Party candidate
c) The Liberal Party candidate
d) I spoiled my ballot
I disliked the Conservative candidate in my riding and the Green guy was a former Reform party candidate. I sure as hell wasn’t voting for the commies in the NDP. In hind sight, I should have voted for the Liberal candidate. He won anyway and he earned it. He’s a good politician and a great man.
Question #5 - What was the single greatest baseball game ever?
a) Mark McGwire breaks Roger Maris’ single season home run record
b) Dennis Martinez throws a perfect game
c) Game six of the 1995 World Series d) Game seven of the 1991 World Series
Even though my favourite baseball team lost that game, seeing a pitcher go ten shutout innings in the seventh game of the World Series was just incredible.
Question #6 - What was the first song I ever slow-danced to?
a) Two Steps Behind by Def Leppard b) Tuesday’s Gone by Lynard Skynyrd
c) Un-Break My Heart by Toni Braxton
d) Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion
I wasn’t going to dance to no Diane Warren crap, that’s fer sure. It was at some birthday party. My buddy B was being nagged by his girlfriend to dance with her. He kept saying “Only if a good song is playing.” Being his good buddy, I dug through the DJs collection until I found something worthwhile. By worthwhile, I mean, you know, some rock ballad. I found the Dazed and Confused soundtrack. My buddy grabbed his gal and I said what the heck and grabbed the birthday girl. And thanks to Woozie for correcting my poor spelling.
Question #7 - Who is my favourite professional wrestler of all time?
a) Hulk Hogan
b) Koko B. Ware
c) Ric Flair d) Bret “The Hitman” Hart
The best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be.
Question #8 - Why do I not partake in aquatic activities such as swimming, diving, etc.?
a) Allergic to chlorine
b) I have embarassing tan lines c) Near death experience at a water park
d) I don’t want to mess up my hair
I’m never going back to Wild Water Kingdom.
Question #9 - Who is my favourite MadTV cast member?
a) Bryan Callen b) David Herman
c) Artie Lange
d) Orlando Jones
Question #10 - I have one tattoo, what is it?
a) Barbed wire around my bicep b) A cross
c) A woman’s name
d) The Tasmanian Devil
Simple and both Christian and Rock & Roll.
Question #11 - When I sleep, which direction do I prefer to face?
a) Up
b) Down c) Left
d) Right
I don’t know why, it’s just more comfortable that way.
Question #12 - How many piercings do I have? a) 0
b) 1
c) 2
d) 4
God gave me a certain number of holes in my head and I’d like to keep it that way.
Question #13 - What is my favourite Hallowe’en treat? a) Rockets
b) Jack O’Lantern gumballs
c) Potato chips
d) Candy corn
I love ‘em! Sometimes, I crush ‘em and grind ‘em and put them in a glass of soda pop.
Question #14 - What actor do people most frequently say I look like?
a) Robert DeNiro b) Al Pacino
c) Peter Lorre
d) Tony Danza
I don’t see the resemblence. I definetely see it in my father, but not in me. But people have come up to me and said I look like Al Pacino. A former co-worker of mine used to call me Pacino. He’d say “Hey, Pacino. Hey Scarface. How’s it goin’?” He’s dead now. I found out he slept with my sister. So I killed him.
Question #15 - Who did a see throw a can of beer at a cop?
a) Me
b) Bob
c) Juice d) none of the above
I don’t want to embarass the person who did do it. But I did see a guy throw a nearly full can of beer at a cop. It was a tall boy too.
Question #16 - Why did I watch the Weather Network morning show everyday for a year? a) The anchorwoman was hot
b) I worked outside and needed to know how to dress appropriately
c) Allergy/pollen reports
d) They do best reporting on road conditions
One day she wore tight leather pants. Yow-zah! I think she’s on CTV Newsnet now. Always behind a desk though. And she’s aged a bit. Not well.
Question #17 - What time does my alarm clock go off in the morning? a) 5:30AM
b) 5:45AM
c) 6:00AM
d) 6:15AM
Leaves me just enough time to shower and get dressed before Sportscentre.
Question #18 - What is my favourite flavour of tea?
a) Peppermint b) Vanilla Bean
c) Orange Pekoe
d) Ginger
It’s hard to find a good brand, but it’s wonderful stuff if you can find it.
Question #19 - What do I want to have done to my remains after I pass away?
a) Cremation
b) Burial c) Stuffed and have my head mounted like a buck
d) Burial at sea
Who wants it after I go?
Question #20 - When I was a small child, which television program did I never miss?
a) Mr. Dressup
b) Romper Room
c) The Friendly Giant d) The Flintstones
12:00PM, channel 8 in Toronto, the CTV affliate would play it every weekday. I’d get home just before it started from kindergarten and I’d plunk my butt down on the floor and not move for thirty minutes. Yabba dabba doo!
Question #21 - How old was I when I ate my very first hamburger?
a) 5 years old
b) 10 years old
c) 15 years old d) 25 years old
I found beef to be an acquired taste. I actually spent much of my life as a vegetarian. I very rarely ate any meat as a child and a teen. Obviously, expect for the meat flavouring in McDonald’s french fries that most people didn’t know about.
Question #22 - What is the name I use to describe my usual pizza order (toppings include ground beef, grilled chicken and bacon)?
a) The Eliminator
b) The Widowmaker c) The Barnyard Massacre
d) Heartattack In A Layby
One of every farm animal I can find. By the looks of this, the vegetarian phase is definetly over. And I’m possibly trying to make up for lost time.
Question #23 - What was my New Year’s Resolution for 1998?
a) Ten pushups, ten situps and ten chinups everyday
b) Read a book every week
c) Regulary attend church d) Keep my hands off myself (you know what I mean)
Question #24 - How long did I maintain my resolution? a) Into September
b) Into June
c) Into February
d) January 2nd
Jerry, George, Elaine, Kramer, those pansies. What a bunch of losers! The resolution failed when a buddy of mine brought over a movie called Cheerleader Nurses 2.
Question #25 - What was the first concert I ever attended?
a) Tesla at Kingswood b) Supernova Battle of the Bands at The Gasworks
c) Eye at The Opera House
d) David Bowie at The Air Canada Centre
Juice’s first band was performing. I had to go to show my support.
Question #26 - Who is my favourite stand up comedian
a) Chris Rock b) Dennis Miller
c) Sam Kinison
d) Emo Phillips
[Insert incredibly long and obscure metaphor here.]
Question #27 - What substance did my Brother get me to consume when I was a child?
a) Play-Doh
b) Some small pieces of Lego
c) Yellow snow d) That soapy water solution used to blow bubbles
Amazingly years later, he convinced a friend of mine to do the same. I was 3 or 4 when I drank the stuff. My friend was 20 when he drank the stuff. Yeah, I’ve got some stupid friends.
Question #28 - Who is my favourite Beatle?
a) John
b) Paul c) George
d) Ringo
Almost everybody picks John. I like George. He’s the quiet one.
Question #29 - Who is my favourite wife of a Beatle?
a) Yoko Ono
b) Linda Eastman c) Pattie Boyd
d) Heather Mills
Inspired Layla and had the decency not to get involved with her husband’s music.
Question #30 - Who is my favourite Traveling Wilbury? a) Nelson Wilbury (George Harrison)
b) Lefty Wilbury (Roy Orbison)
c) Charlie T. Jr (Tom Petty)
d) Lucky Wilbury (Bob Dylan)
He sorta started the band.
Question #31 - What is my favourite movie?
a) The Godfather
b) Citizen Kane
c) Scent of a Woman d) The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Just a fantastic movie; I can’t say enough great things about it.
Question #32 - At which venue did I see the Rolling Stones perform? a) Air Canada Centre
b) Downsview Park
c) Horseshoe Tavern
d) Palais Royale
Great show, lots of stuff from Let It Bleed.
Question #33 - What is the most exciting thing in basketball?
a) The cheerleaders
b) Kobe Bryant
c) Big sweaty men bumping and grinding in the paint d) Inflatable Raptor
Bob thinks it’s Kobe and that is a good guess, but it’s Inflatable Raptor. He’s just so cute (therefore possibly deadly) and funny.
Question #34 - What is my favourite musical instrument?
a) Gibson Les Paul guitar b) Mellotron
c) Fiddle
d) Dobro
Big, ugly and competely pointless in a modern recording studio. But listen to Heart of the Sunrise and tell me it’s not great.
Question #35 - When did my insomnia start?
a) Last night b) Fall of 1999
c) Spring of 2003
d) Summer of 1996
It’s when I started doing that graveyard shift job.
Question #36 - What is my favourite watering hole? a) The Madison
b) Panorama
c) Intersteer
d) Archibald’s
For some reason, it’s just more fun to get drunk there than anyplace else. I can’t really explain it. It really sucks when you’re not drinking though.
Feel free to review your answers. I have yet to have the answers verified by my assistant, but the results tentatively look like this:
Third Place… Wiwille
Second Place… Random Chick
and First Place… the Amazing Karnak.
There was a snowstorm during the drive home hours. I got to miss the rush because I was working late. I didn’t leave until 7:30PM. The drive home took me forty minutes. I think that was pretty good considering the driving conditions.
When I did get home, I ate and watched a bit of television, blogged a bit and went beddy-by.
Saturday
In the morning, I went back to work.
For dinner, I took Bob out for his consolation prize meal.
After dinner, I picked up Chrissy and the three of us went down to the Madison for drinks and what not. We met Boston and a friend of his there. Later, the Wonder Twins joined us.
Boston had been showing us his new business card. Apparently, he’s involved with ‘automotive hard parts.’ When asked what a hard part of a car was, his answer “I don’t care, just so long as my business card doesn’t say soft parts.”
To get down to the Maddy, I found a parking space on the side of a road instead of a lot. I parked right in front of a parking meter that wasn’t exactly working. The machine refused to print me a ticket. Same goes with the meter just down the street. Still, when I returned to the car, I found a parking ticket. Judging by the dimly lit regulations on the parking meter, there was no posted rate for parking after 9:00PM. I took that, in conjuction with the meter not accepting my money to mean that parking was free.
I have this feeling, based on the evil nature of the City of Toronto and its bureaucracy and stories I’ve heard on talk radio that the Toronto Parking Authority places parking tickets on every car in a situation such as mine with a low fine amount of $29.00 so that people like me will just pay the fine instead of fighting it. For me to fight the ticket, I would have to go down to the courthouse and waste half a day. My time is worth more than $29.00 so the city gets my money without a fight. It’s not right that I should pay the ticket, but I have better things to do. For example, I will no longer be driving into the city. Yet again, FUCK YOU TORONTO!
I did of course take me some time to find that parking ticket as I had forgetten where I parked the car. Me and the Twins left the bar first to get some coffee at Tim Hortons while Bob and Chrissy stuck around the bar a couple minutes longer. Bob and Chrissy remembered where I parked the car so they were stuck waiting by the car for me to finally find it. I had the street right, but I thought I had parked much farther west than I had thought. Oh well. All the walking around helped work off my fattening dinner.
During the night, the Wonder Twins asked me for a lift. I asked them if they drove downtown and they said “Nope, we took the TTC.” So when I started driving them home, I hopped on the freeway heading east towards Scarberia. Turns out, they drove to the subway station at the north end of the city and grabbed the red rocket from there. So I had to turn around.
When I finally got home, it was after 3:00AM. I was pretty tuckered out from a long day, but I could not sleep. That dinner didn’t sit well and my tummy hurt. I didn’t get to sleep until 5:00AM.
Sunday
Woke up at 7:00AM, still reeling from the previous night’s dinner. Sunday was a day in which I felt like crap the entire day.
My Mother was having my Brother’s fiancee and soon-to-be Mother-in-law over to discuss and plan the bridal shower. My Mother asked me to help her clean the house because the house was a mess. She had worked Saturday as well so it was a rush to get the house clean and presentable. I cleaned while she did some shopping errands and baking.
During the hen-like bridal shower discussions, my Brother and I went to Vaughan Mills to kill some time before dinner. For a Sunday evening in March, that mall was pretty busy. There were lots of little kids running around screaming.
My Dad did a barbecue. But he didn’t prepare a steak for me. I like a small steak well done. All the steaks he prepared were thick, juicy and raw. I swear, the steak he was eating was still breathing. I, having been sick all morning, had only to eat that day, a bit of kettlecorn, a buttertart and some of my Mother’s spongecake. I was so hungry, I ate a lampchop. And I’ve been coughing up white sock fur ever since.
Bob has already complained that one of the answers for the contest is wrong. I fail to understand how Bob thinks he knows exactly what I’m thinking to the point where he’ll know more about my opinions that myself. Most of the questions have to do with things that are my favourite this or my favourite that. It’s my favourite thing. I think I would know who my favourite female vocalist is.
If you haven’t taken a shot at the contest, take a shot, you’ve got nothing to lose.
Have you checked out a calendar recently? It is the 21st century, you know.
In the past week, I’ve spent some time in Toronto’s Old Cabbagetown neighbourhood. This is a small neighbourhood that is right downtown. I don’t quite understand the ‘cabbage’ reference, but I certainly get the ‘old’ modifier.
Old Cabbagetown is a neighbourhood with a distinct character and style, but it is a character and style that is forced upon its inhabitants. All of the homes and storefronts, in order to receive any sort of renovation or rebuilding must be approved by a committee that makes its decisions based on criteria that would keep the neighbourhood looking as though it was built before the turn of the century, the previous century. The neighbourhood has maintained its Victorian design.
It is a difficult place to visit. The buildings are small and hugged close together and close to the roads. The roads themselves are narrow and many go one-way. To make the roads even more narrow, the only parking is on the road itself. The many homes do not have any driveways. Sure, living right downtown, you would think, people wouldn’t need to own cars. Public transit can take you anywhere you need to go. That may be correct in other world class cities, but not Toronto.
I understand that the practice of maintaining that old timey feel is pretty common throughout the world. Obviously major cities in Europe have been doing this for who knows how long. Major cities in Europe have been standing since the middle ages, or longer.
I just cannot seem to get past the fact that a Victorian neighbourhood seems too inefficient for the 21st century. The cost of a tiny plot of land with a condemned building in this neighbourhood is nearly one million dollars. I would think, for that much money, one could acquire a home with, geez, I dunno, maybe a driveway, a backyard, a room large enough to comfortably fit a dining table with chairs on all four sides.
A Victorian neighbourhood, in my opinion, does not work in modern Canada. We don’t drive Smart Cars, we drive SUVs and station wagons. And judging by the cars parked on the side of the roads in Cabbagetown, so do the inhabitants of Old Cabbagetown. I spent two days in that neighbourhood and it snowed both days. The narrowed streets do not allow for proper passage of snow plows. When the plows do go through, all the cars are plowed in. Residents, in order to use their cars, must dig them out. But there isn’t any place to put the snow. Much of the snow ends up back on the roads, forcing the plows out a second time. It becomes an seemingly endless game of reverse tug of war.
Walking down a street in Cabbagetown, I got the feeling like I was reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I was waiting for a man to pass me in the street with flies buzzing around him, being held from flying away by use of string. I was definitely the outsider that did not fit in with this community of obsurdity.
Just because it is old, older than most, does not mean it is right. I used to live in a home that was built in the 1950s. In fifty years, should that house still be standing, I do not think it is right to maintain the look and feel of that building right now. If I still lived there and had the financial ability to knock it down and rebuild, I would. I do not care if it would no longer match the houses on either side of it. I believe in the rights of the homeowner and his or her own right to choose the design of that home. If a home in Old Cabbagetown burns down today and the homeowner would like to rebuild, they are forced to rebuild the home’s exterior in order to match the esthetic of the neighbourhood.
Thanks to everybody who wrote in. I very much enjoyed reading your questions and I very much enjoyed responding to them.
To really get into the questions, I’ve tried reading them in what I’d think the voice of each writer is like. Most of the writers, I’ve never heard their voices. A lot of it is guess work based on the writing style. I have included a description of each voice so you can play along too.
Maxie asked in a valley girl voice: If I was visiting Canada, where should I go and what should I do? Do you think people are nicer in Canada?
If you were to visit Canada, there are many places to go. It is a pretty big country. If you like to ski and all that goes with the ski resort mentality, Banff, Alberta. Really pricey, but apparently its pretty nice. If you need a heroin fix, Vancouver. If you like watching women take their clothes off for money while being surrounded by snooty French people, Montreal. If you want green, rolling hills and nothing else, the east coast. Otherwise, Toronto. Its the biggest city in Canada and therefore has all the big city stuff. The nightclub scene is a bit to urban for my liking but to each his/her own, right? And if you like really big phallic symbols, there is none bigger than the CN Tower.
As for whether or not Canadians are nicer. We’re not. The Ministry of Tourism has recently enacted a new policy where all tourists are spat at upon entering the country. If you’re driving in, when the customs official asks “Can I see your passport,” duck. That official has got a loogie with your name on it. You don’t want to know what we do to people arriving by the airplane (we’ve only got the one).
But I guess the one definitive good thing about my nation, better beer. Okay, not so much better taste-wise, its more like beer in Canada is an alcoholic beverage. Even the imports are stronger in Canada. A bottle of Heinekin in the States (~3%) is different from a botttle of Heinekin in Canada (~5%), although they’re both imported from the same place.
I can’t speak for restaurants outside Toronto, but the ones in Toronto are great. I don’t think enough is said about the dining experience in Toronto. Just stay out of the restaurants in Toronto’s Scarborough area. For some reason, all the restuarants there have crumby service.
In conclusion, if you get a chance, come up here. Give Toronto a try. Its a nice place to visit. Especially in the Spring or Autumn. That’s when the weather is really nice. The Summer might be too humid for spending any amount of time outdoors.
Dan asked like that good drinking buddy every guy has: What’s up with that $500 bet you made a while back? Any progress?
Good question Dan. As it turns out, the agreement was not as I described it originally. From later discussions with pals Bob and Columbia, it was determined that Columbia is going to pay $500 dollars to the first of me or Bob to do the dirty deed with a woman in a manner that is consistent with a set of rules that were agreed upon.
As for any progress, on my part, no progress has been achieved. I haven’t actually tried. There is a part of me that really wants Bob to take this challenge. He needs it more than me (the sex, not the money). Of course, there is also a part of me that is forgetting what boobs look like.
I also see the situation from a financial perspective. Sure, if I win, I’ll get $500. But how much will it cost me in dinners, drinks, flowers and shit like that. Frankly, the $500 won’t cover my expenses. It may be cheaper in the long run just to get a hooker. And with a hooker, there’s none of that relationship bullshit bogging me down afterwards.
Bob asked trying to be sly but failing miserably: I don’t know where to start, so many questions to ask, so little time: 1) Do you plan on working for your boss for the rest of your life? 2) Who is going to win the NBA championship this season? 3) Are you planning on moving anytime in the next 5 years? 4) Who is going to win the Superbowl? 5) Do you want to go to my bro’s on saturday night?
1) Only the rest of his life.
2) Kobe.
3) No. I love it in Maple.
4) The New England Patriots.
5) Not really.
Miss Ash asked in a firm, angry feminist voice, almost acusitory in tone: Yes I would also like to know the progress on the bet. As well as: 2)Who do you live with? 3)Why do you dislike women so much?
2) My wife.
3) See answer #2.
Okay, seriously, I didn’t always dislike women, I used to like them. Then I realized they all disliked me. I’m not willing to bend over backwards to appease them and their irrational hatred of all things me. I’m better than that. If they don’t like me, that’s their problem, not mine.
Wiwille asked in generic manly curious tone: 1) Do you have any desire to be involved in matrimony? 2) Why do you believe Miss Ash is the hotness? 3) Would you ever be an activist in Canadian politics? 4) Ginger or Mary Ann? 5) Does your obesssion with modern music mask the fact that your secret desire is to be a world champion square dancer?
1) Right now, I think my current level of matrimonial involvement is plenty. Honestly, I’m just not sold on the whole ’till death part. People can live for a long time these days. I don’t see somebody putting up with me for more than a week let alone a lifetime.
2) She ain’t half bad to look at, you know, when she’s not tomato red. And she likes Bowie.
3) Possibly. If it ever gets to the point where the socialist powers that rule this country ever make direct efforts to negatively alter my lifestyle (or that of my family), I may have to put aside the rhetoric and physically take a stand.
4) Mary Ann.
5) I have no desire to be a world champion square dancer. I’m not much for the dancing. The music I enjoy very much. As for modern music, if you’re thinking modern music is just new music, screw that shit. Its all junk. But if by modern you mean music of the 20th century and on, well, there’s just so much of it. Prior to that century, audio recording wasn’t in existance. Sure, classical music has some great pieces, but all we have of Mozart and Beethoven is the sheet music, we don’t have the performances themselves.
Helloblog asked in thick accent, not sure exactly which one, something British: 1. How do you like your tea? Strong or rather milky? And do you perfer it in a cup or a mug? (Yeah, that’s right, i’m combining questions). 2. Do you know my mum’s boss, Mario? He is also from Canada. 3. Who won the FA cup in 1988?
1. I like my tea strong but I often use a bit soy milk instead of any other whitener. I also change the amount of sugar I use from time to time. Right now, a spoon and a half of sugar. And I drink it in a mug. I’ve actually got a couple of those large mugs that fits nearly a litre of tea.
2. I’m an Italian Canadian. Do you have any idea how many people I’ve met named Mario?
3. Wimbledon.
Shae asked, how to describe that tone, high of pitch with a generous dosage of happiness and curiosity: 1) What makes your world go round? 2) What’s your ideal woman? 3) Ginger or Mary Ann? (I’m copying wiwille!)
JOY!
I’m going to answer #2 first. My ideal woman, I’ve covered this before but I’ll sum it up for ya. She’s funny, passionate, musical, and enjoys a good meal; therefore she doesn’t exist.
My world, well, my world is Earth and based on generally accepted scientic theories, it goes around because of the Sun’s gravitational pull. For more details, ask somebody who has studied astrophysics. I’ve got a diploma in computer programming, that’s it. I was never that interested in physics.
But if you were asking that question in a more metaphysical tone, well, its got nothing to do with the Sun. My world revolves around finding pleasure in the simple things. I don’t have oodles of money, I don’t sleep with supermodels and I keep my nose clean. Pleasure, happiness, its all around. An evening walk through a lightly snowed on park, fried chicken, turning on the radio and hearing a great song I’ve haven’t heard in a long time, stuff like that. That’s what makes my world go round.
And again, Mary Ann.
Jessica asked in a simple, bland manner: Do people in your real like know about this here blog? Was there ever a WIGSF 1.0?
Them is some good questions. A couple of people I know in life read this blog. Bob and Juice stop by from time to time.
When I started blogging, I used Blogger but after some screwy technical difficulties I was having with the site during the whole Blogger Beta fiasco, I switched over to WordPress. When I made that switch, I chose to change up the name, just a bit. This is my second significant attempt at blogging. I think the version 2.0 is both appropriate and nerdy. And Jessica, I’m a nerd, a big one.
I haven’t slept much this week. Following Christmas, I managed to get a fair amount of sleep at night. I wasn’t doing anything different, at least, that I was aware of. Oh well. It was great while it lasted. But its over now. I guess its time to go back to my usual insomniac commentary.
Late nights on CNN. Oh yeah, no more Lou Dobbs. Looks like he’s getting pre-empted by the primary coverage. Makes sense, he’s an enthusiastic independant and the primaries are for enthusiatic partisan politics. Unfortunetely, it would make the most sense to put someone who doesn’t want any party of win to cover the results.
Okay, I’m not American, I’m Canadian. I don’t have to deal with these primary dealees. If I explain this incorrectly, I hope somebody corrects me, but it looks like each political party is spending all this time and money trying to rip itself apart. Take for example the Clinton and Obama campaigns. These are two candidates competing for one position. In order to win, one will have to defeat the other. (My apologies to John Edwards and the other Democratic candidates, but I think its pretty obvious the winner will be either Clinton or Obama.) Until the party comes to a consensus on who should be the presidential candidate, these two campaigns are conducting campaigns in an adversarial style. But once that consensus is made, the loser will have to endorse the winner. After months of convincing voters to steer one way, how can they expect those voters to make a U-turn. Maybe I’m viewing this with some ignorance, but shouldn’t they be working together to make the Republicans look like a bunch of incompetant and corrupt bums with no right to be governing a country? (Yeah, like the Democrats have to get out of bed to make the Republicans look bad.)
After watching the Michigan primary results for an hour or so, I gave up and switched over to King of the Hill. What I saw on KotH was more inspiring than any political discourse or rhetoric. Bill, the lonely loser next door said something so brilliant, yet simple and very fitting with his character.
If everybody fried their food, there would be no war.
Sure, he said that while deep frying everything from bananas and candy bars to fried chicken (he was deep frying chicken he purchased already fried).
I cannot agree more with that statement. It is so true. If everybody ate only fried food, the world would be a utopia. Imagine billions of happy, fat people living harmoneously together. That’s the dream folks, people of all colours sitting down together to eat some crispy and warm fried food.
