Monthly Archives: August, 2010

A “sad anniversary”?

Just now, I heard the normally sane & rational Jill Dempsey announce on CBC Radio One (motto: “Making you feel like crap, all day, every day”) that today is the “sad anniversary” of bike courier Darcy Sheppard’s death. For those of you who don’t remember, Sheppard, who was drunk & wigged out on drugs, pounced …

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I am a tool

My computer is using me. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve come to the sad conclusion that, rather than it being one of the tools of my trade, it’s actually the other way round: I exist primarily to service the computer. I swear, it’s up to something, and, Borg-like, it’s using me to further …

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Waltz me once again around the dance floor

One of the nicest things I ever saw happened during a kd lang concert at Ontario Place, sometime back in the 80s, I guess it was. She was still pretty new to the music scene, and was still in her “cow-punk” stage, with the crazy glasses and wild poodle skirts. Ben Mink was her fiddler, …

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Your knockers are lovely, but they’ve got to go

Several posts back, I made my dear friend Tamara (a.k.a. The Elf) snork her morning coffee out her nose, by relating another friend’s joke about breast size. To recap, this dear friend once said, apropos of gravity and its effect on the aging female form, “I used to be a 38C, and now I’m a …

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