Really. I mean, c'mon.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I'm eating a bowl of Cambell's Hearty Sirloin soup at the moment. On opening the can, I was presented with an aroma that, having been the host to many domestic felines over the years, I immediately recognized as that of cat food. And I don't mean Fancy Feast here. We're talkin' Shoprite generic that might be made from unfortunate pussies, for all I know. It's the kind of food that one might toss in an alley to assuage the pangs of hunger rumbling through the tummies of hapless, homeless, feral kitties whose alternate menu selection might come from the dumpster behind Happy Time Kitchen.
Like those fuzzy soulmates, I am hungry and faced with either going out to score something else, either at Happy Time or at Shoprite. But that would mean going out into the wind and I hate the wind.
The images on the packaging are appealing: steamy chunks of "beef" and hearty-looking potatos just waiting to be loaded into a gaping maw.
So, here I sit, typing, breathing through my mouth between bites to avoid the ambience, alone. Next time I shop, I'll stock up in case of snow since the salt content in one putrid bowl is surely enough to keep my driveway clear until Spring.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Though the foregoing evokes the stirringly sexual "shower scene" images from Hitchcock's "Psycho," it seems to me that the passion of that scene fairly well describes the stages of destruction in far too many relationships in history and perhaps, right in your backyard. Or maybe your front yard.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Here's how well-respected, big-gun media has covered it:
USA Today "Luger's Death Casts Somber Tone . . ."
Vancouver Sun "Georgia's Minister of sport pleads for a full investigation after luger's death . . ."
and, with HD video, of course, from NBC Sports, "Olympic luger dies . . ."
I'm not going to make this a rant on the internet, media or anything else. You can figure that out yourself and if you can't, then enjoy replaying the video in slo-mo over and over again.
Now, I snowboard. I have hurt myself seriously enough - at 15 miles per hour. This guy was screaming along at 144 km/h - about 90! As a friend who once wrote about her experience as an amateur luge-r said, "It'll scare the f*cking sh*t out of you and I was only going about 30." So, what kind of idiot was Nodar?
Not the point, again. I want to know this - why on god's green earth did the brilliant architects designing the $100 million sliding track at Whistler save a little green to PAD THE FRAKING POLES on a track where people could indeed go hurtling through space OR construct mesh or acrylic shields or any other of a mess of safety stuffs that could absolutely have improved this poor guy's chances and reduced the risk of sudden, skull-cracking consequences whilst boring full-speed down an icy half-tube?
Just doesn't make sense. Morons. Geez.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I care about you. I'm concerned about you. I don't want you to be afraid. When you can't count on anyone else, you can count on me.
In the meantime, here's a cute panda picture I stole from another website: