Happy New Year

Photographer Kyle Cassidy posted this on his blog and invited others to do the same. I thought it was well worth it – Auld Lang Syne on a SAW? The singing makes it worth it though. Recorded on a Fisher Price Pixelvision toy video camera no less.


Oh and Happy New Year

Why can't we have ads this bad here?

Impressive. When I am in power some people may not be allowed to breed…


In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

– John McCrae (1915)

Windows XP, the musical


Harvey Korman might laugh

It was at noon today when I realized that the pain in my nose had some sort of unconsciously suppressed memory that was only now coming into cognition. It was like a vague sense of de ja vu without the usual little people and peanut butter and yet the pieces were starting to come together to form an actual back story to the ache in my proboscis. Its 3am. I wake up. Waking up at 3am often has that emerging from a 3 week bender sort of feel to it where one barely know their own name and I certainly don’t know where I am or which way is up. There are bad ways to wake up. On a front lawn is one, or with a gf’s elbow in your eye perhaps. With your head wedged between the box spring and your side table is quite another. I found myself completely unable to manipulate my right arm – which I will tentatively say is worse than the others but I don’t want to provoke the sleep gods into throwing caution completely to the wind and coming up with something completely entertaining…

It was hanging there useless like shoe in a tree or the U.N. I tried to move it… nothing. I poked it with the other arm – I couldn’t feel it. Finally I’d puzzled over this appendage development for long enough that some feeling came back. My elbow had come online at last. So I used it – and what happened next, as I was suddenly finding my self recalling at noon… was unfortunate. Feeling had come back but coordination had not so when I utilized this elbow… my entire forearm and hand flopped in my direction and whacked me in the face. I vaguely recall marveling at this occurrence, noted it hurt, checked for blood and passed out again. It would be 9 hours later until I connected my mild pain to the events earlier.

So now as I go again to bed… I am going to try hard to not punch myself in the face in a limp, uncontrollable “epic flail” at 3am. Which seems a ridiculously easy bar for success but recent history suggests that I should embrace the little victories whenever I can!

Im owed some diamonds

I have been writing bad bad things on the internet now for 10 years. The Daily Rant is 10 years old today. In lieu of birthday cake I’m going to offer you all my insincere apologies! 😛

RIP George Carlin


Crazy meats

Last week I ate Musk Ox. Tonight I am making my spaghetti sauce with Buffalo meat instead of the usual Beef. Up next week are Kangaroo steaks. Can Ostrich be far behind?

A Hallmark of violence

Man, mid 40’s. Jeans and a sweatshirt. Vancouver Canucks “ball” cap on his head. I am standing next to him. We are all virtually shoulder to shoulder… surveying the various Mother’s Day cards available. There is a bad selection. Mid 40’s man pushes me out of the way to get to a card that he is interested in. I let it go. Then when I reached near him to look at one myself he does the same thing. A good shove to the shoulder with his hand. I look at another potential card purchaser and he sort of shrugged, he didn’t understand either I guess. So Mid 40’s man does this to me again… and I said:

“Dude… you do not get to shove me again”

He left.

I don’t know if this was a victory or not.

Perhaps I should be more concerned that I called him “dude”. 🙁


Watching House the other night:

House plunks his cane on a patients foot…

Patient: “I’m sure it was an accident”
House: “Is he Canadian?”
Nurse: “Uh, he’s a low priority”
House: “Is that a yes?”