back from the shadows....

Back from the Shadows again !
Out where an In-jun's your friend!
Where the veg'tables are green,
And you can pee into the stream!
Yes, we're back from the Shadows again!

yup, the computer is back from the shadows. my mighty computer died over a month ago and i was lucky enough to have an old desktop hanging around to fill in. the netbook had a willing heart but the small keyboard and infernal touch pad drove me crazy after a few minutes.

sonny took a cursory look at the old computer several weeks ago and concluded it probably needed a new motherboard. he came back to town on the weekend and took it apart. i was given the option of buying some new parts or a whole new computer. a new computer was the smart option but when i had the old computer ( 3 years old) built i paid an extra $400 for a primo case and power supply. i really didn't want to admit buying the expensive case was a mistake.

after deciding to buy a new computer i asked sonny to reassemble the old one so i could stick in storage for a few years until i got up the courage to toss it out. after putting it back together a miracle happened, it came to life and continues to breathe right now as i type this wee epistle. i be happy.

when it first died i threatened to give it a good thrashing but that didn't put the fear of god into it. i guess removing a few organs and placing bamboo slivers under its ram made it realize i wasn't fucking around this time.

i've procrastinated on buying an external hard drive to back up my important stuff but this time i have to do it.

now if those lovely japanese could only fix their nukes and return some confidence to the capital markets i would be happier than a pig in shit.



i love you sons of bitches.

one for the whales

imagine for a moment that there is a god. correct that, imagine for a moment that there is a supreme being looking over our sweet little planet. perhaps this supreme being is not land or air based but is water based and decided that 71% of the planet should be covered in oceans. the supreme being was happy for eons as he frolicked in the oceans and bonded with denizens of the deep. there were some very large peaceful creatures that were able to communicate with the supreme being from distances of thousands of miles.

after eons of peace and tranquility a land based species took to the oceans and exploited the realm of the supreme being with wanton disregard for the ocean creatures. toxins were discharged into the pristine waters, wars were fought on the oceans, nuclear weapons were tested in the oceans and the ocean creatures were hunted to the point of extinction.

there was one nasty little nation that was hell bent on exploiting the soul mates of the supreme being, the whales. even the other selfish human nations of the planet were disgusted with the slaughter of whales and passed ineffective international laws protecting the whales but the nasty little nation persisted in hunting the whales to the brink of extinction. the nasty little nation was japan.

one fine day the supreme being conducted a census of his ocean friends and was alarmed at the results. his friends were quickly disappearing, soon he would have no soul mates to serenade him in song as he happily frolicked in the now dirty waters. enough was enough, time to teach that nasty little nation a lesson. a little shake, rattle and roll of the land surrounding the nasty little nation.



who is more important to the planet?

the whales or the nasty little nation that persists on slaughtering them.

the supreme being may have made up his mind.

so it goes.

a feckin set up

last week i saw the radio repairman. my countless little radios weren't getting a clear stream of data from the transmitters in my head. this can spell trouble but nothing that some expensive drugs can't fix. the good doctor once again brought up the subject of retirement. funny thing, when i was much younger i was dying to retire but now that retirement is staring me in the eye i'm not so sure that i'm ready to pack it in but i might not have a choice. the good doctor is strongly hinting that she might not find me fit to work.

yesterday i called the pharmacy to get a prescription refilled. the pharmacist had to call the doctor for authorization but for the first time in memory he refused and instructed me to drop by his office which i dutifully did. after waiting for the obligatory half hour in the examination room the good doctor strolls in, warmly shakes my hand and asks how i'm feeling. after the niceties he asks me about retirement. i was a little taken aback but managed to be non-committal saying it was certainly something to think about. after a nice chat about cycling (he is also an avid cyclist) i received a few prescriptions with lots of repeats and was on my way. when i got into the car it hit me, the radio repairman sent him a letter and didn't tell me! it's a feckin conspiracy.

i have a dream of finding a nice piece of waterfront property and parking a beat up old trailer on it ala jim rockford. i've always loved the rockford files. i could live in an old beat up trailer with a few pitbulls surrounded by expensive waterfront homes. me and the dogs would get up early and take the beer cans out of their recycling boxes. yes i have a dream but there is one problem. my parents are 89 and 86 years old and they need me. i've asked them if they want to move away with me but they want to stay in town.

you might have noticed that a certain person is not in my plans. so it goes.



aren't those be good tanyas something else!

i love you sons of bitches.

my buddy conrad

i remember a communications professor who always told us that when engaging in a debate it is better to take the side that you don't support. it will force you to think and best of all you will be prepared for most of the arguments your opponent produces. this might be the reason i like to read right wing publications and every once in a while a pleasant accident will occur.

for years i detested CONRAD BLACK. he is a wealthy, arrogant snob and recently spent time in jail for his past misdeeds but he is also recognized as one of few remaining real newspaper men. what started out as a lark, reading his weekly column, has now become something i truly enjoy. for all his faults, he has a way with words.

reading his latest column i came across a word that i hadn't heard in years, "enfeeblement." i just love that word, almost as much as recidivist. here is the paragraph in which he used it. (i also love his last sentence)

I cannot accept that the West has reached the point of enfeeblement that we sit like worried, helpless sheep while Iran arms itself with nuclear weapons, and are afraid to assist a clear majority in Libya get rid of a murderous fruitcake of a despot. At the time of Munich, Winston Churchill called for the return of "martial courage of olden time." Here, we could settle for the purposefulness of the unprepossessing George W. in the Iraq Surge or of Obama escalating in Afghanistan. If NATO (the U.S. Sixth Fleet in practice) can't take out Libyan air defenses at no or minimal cost, we should all start studying Arabic and spending an hour a day with our foreheads pressed to the floor.

here's the whole column if you're interested, How Canada can help save Libya



i love you sons of bitches.

funny?

years and years ago our gang spent friday nights drinking and arguing over which television show was the most funny, monty python or sctv. most of us, myself included, voted for monty python. i think there was a certain snob appeal with monty python, it was british and internationally popular.

now that i'm a little older and less intoxicated i have to change my vote to sctv.



i love you sons of bitches but i still loath christy fucking clark.