tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357051142024-03-19T06:24:16.336-04:00movita's sisterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-1675343169309865612010-08-03T16:37:00.007-04:002010-08-03T16:45:03.252-04:00Third ownerversary present<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhxWeNRoANFWqGnnKICSGrmjTjXnm2VP_q-5wUvOKK8hYgPks7sva7C3Kg2TlveXptphlzBzWTOSHuNj7bwRq7jcUmxCo7r3cGczkPWuSn6QDkPgEcLKp39z-EwubyaiWXz2KUQ/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhxWeNRoANFWqGnnKICSGrmjTjXnm2VP_q-5wUvOKK8hYgPks7sva7C3Kg2TlveXptphlzBzWTOSHuNj7bwRq7jcUmxCo7r3cGczkPWuSn6QDkPgEcLKp39z-EwubyaiWXz2KUQ/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501285795611101906" /></a><br /><br />I thought this was something squirrelish when I grabbed it at the store, but upon further inspection...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JyrVxTbmk_W7uTkR8jfuK5iUVm6lYDqkfZ3Q4inlyVvud_RZmTNtIIl1p09FdULVU8K-U4RJn7bxvuUiSiWNhZf8ilEzsHRkziMucw4NzsYl3fHt8LXpKmhGtP3269lsZO5ggQ/s1600/DSCF0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JyrVxTbmk_W7uTkR8jfuK5iUVm6lYDqkfZ3Q4inlyVvud_RZmTNtIIl1p09FdULVU8K-U4RJn7bxvuUiSiWNhZf8ilEzsHRkziMucw4NzsYl3fHt8LXpKmhGtP3269lsZO5ggQ/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501286025143636578" /></a><br /><br />Of course<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PQj02X4XOVXjdx6gmIIQ6aQ21PgDS2o8alV1MKsnoMXajWNScNC_F2kQpPrLjwu3KckyFyJgDKl9MLqbaw20C2W61z87not8Fg_Zj6hWss1o2pHFJ7jfKzU7RI0UN0R0zfBMow/s1600/DSCF0018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PQj02X4XOVXjdx6gmIIQ6aQ21PgDS2o8alV1MKsnoMXajWNScNC_F2kQpPrLjwu3KckyFyJgDKl9MLqbaw20C2W61z87not8Fg_Zj6hWss1o2pHFJ7jfKzU7RI0UN0R0zfBMow/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501286349412448002" /></a><br /><br />a true connoisseur<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeEbvDIkhbg6_RN0WpghR2n89Z68ulEaH8pEowtkD8U56c3Qrev9gbzylRc1tVzu6Enib5A9OfrgTI9u_EReVwv93_mlTaXrHahElH2cR4bMj4yqdrRH35MFXIYhi5_hd7_9u5SA/s1600/DSCF0021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeEbvDIkhbg6_RN0WpghR2n89Z68ulEaH8pEowtkD8U56c3Qrev9gbzylRc1tVzu6Enib5A9OfrgTI9u_EReVwv93_mlTaXrHahElH2cR4bMj4yqdrRH35MFXIYhi5_hd7_9u5SA/s320/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501286525792505282" /></a><br /><br />can taste<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-llY7fUsocG8eaH41D2wVF8k1EYS6_9Vcc29t-T9k6zP2dmBdsEyGsx2U8qvQPHQWnJH0z7wS7P57xxH8111jgiTMGvGDk9QnyBuJOJeMZ5lujVwUL5fiPrkXM5qt8bibskvOlg/s1600/DSCF0026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-llY7fUsocG8eaH41D2wVF8k1EYS6_9Vcc29t-T9k6zP2dmBdsEyGsx2U8qvQPHQWnJH0z7wS7P57xxH8111jgiTMGvGDk9QnyBuJOJeMZ5lujVwUL5fiPrkXM5qt8bibskvOlg/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501286972720296514" /></a><br /><br />the difference.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeo6o-1NuvY43WCH3LOwpT705HD18Vf7U-dZPwYqE7AYwGdxSAt_w4wuDnJnKtxEDn_TlY6S214on6V7WZqbuojzd2fAgmYtFKwadN88k18dmAPiXFeeV7TDNFwN08GakV1JHPYw/s1600/DSCF0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeo6o-1NuvY43WCH3LOwpT705HD18Vf7U-dZPwYqE7AYwGdxSAt_w4wuDnJnKtxEDn_TlY6S214on6V7WZqbuojzd2fAgmYtFKwadN88k18dmAPiXFeeV7TDNFwN08GakV1JHPYw/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501287257009178002" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-25258387629858435932010-07-13T10:01:00.007-04:002010-07-13T14:56:38.926-04:00The Swimming SentinelThis morning the neighbour's cat, Tiggy, was in my yard, standing over a bird that was still very much alive. Luke chased him away, and so began a three-way standoff, with Tiggy on one side of the fence, dog and bird (his only movement a silent scream when Luke nearly stepped on him) on the other. I hadn't even gone to the bathroom yet, and so parked the dog on the front stoop while I dashed in and out -- to pee, get dressed, find a cardboard box to put over the bird, call Animal Services (what, I'm going perform field surgery or break its neck myself?) -- and God love him for being so good at stay.<br /><br />In other news, after a week of practice at Cherry Beach, Luke can now take his feet off the bottom of the lake like a real live dog. He favours a very splashy front crawl, but is learning the evolution of the dog paddle has something to do with the evolution of things that float and the ability to breathe while fetching them. Last night we didn't once need to employ a Lab to rescue a ball (they invariably launch their missions with a cannonball entry that soaks humiliated dog and owner), although he still whimpers softly on return trips as though he's saying, "I can't believe ... you threw it ... so goddamn far..."<br /><br />Update: The bird is a baby robin, now perky and chirpy and inside a large open box on my stoop, out of Tiggy's view and waiting for its mother, who is hovering nearby. Animal Services says she'll put the baby on its back and fly it home. Wish I could do the same for some friends who are much too far away from their loved ones and have been feeling very lonely and very stressed (minus the part where, if the baby is still there in 24 hours, Animal Services puts it to sleep).<br /><br />Update 2: I moved the box under a tree. This attracted some attention from robins, so I decided to tip the little guy onto the lawn. Yeah, that sucker was out of the yard, across the road, and under my neighbour's deck in about 30 seconds flat. Before he dove under the latticework, he turned and gave me a look that was all, "Screw you and your no-worm cardboard hotel you pale, sweaty, featherless piece of crap. Nature HATES you." <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2ZATc8yTpl8WqJmCsHh7kcuRCcA654mnIIZ8AluV_rUlJJS6huQGd7oRUFWa1hUMoMM_dL_BdBOkqhVLK1XoTT4viSAYnjE2fq30G0qKhr_mKwfAMoAaT5Nf4MO_aKeLOow4eg/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2ZATc8yTpl8WqJmCsHh7kcuRCcA654mnIIZ8AluV_rUlJJS6huQGd7oRUFWa1hUMoMM_dL_BdBOkqhVLK1XoTT4viSAYnjE2fq30G0qKhr_mKwfAMoAaT5Nf4MO_aKeLOow4eg/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493437364564274770" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-11198495278664434872010-02-03T17:37:00.002-05:002010-02-03T17:41:06.990-05:00My sister is going to marry one of these guysI'm thinking the one in the glasses.<br /><br /><object width="384" height="246"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bW5czKqT05A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bW5czKqT05A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="384" height="246"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-21880503333795858912009-12-31T15:50:00.003-05:002009-12-31T16:04:39.437-05:00Shout-out to the other Mr. Hall<object width="384" height="246" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_b4daae7184"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=b4daae7184" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed width="384" height="246" flashvars="key=b4daae7184" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_b4daae7184" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/b4daae7184/hey-alan-alan-alan-alan-alan" title="from TubularGoldmine">Hey Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-49893717946972094812009-12-30T09:38:00.003-05:002009-12-30T10:27:49.808-05:00Best of 2009: Welcome to TanzaniaIn April, I arrived in Dar es Salaam after midnight and was driven to the Mediterraneo Hotel in darkness. I awoke to roosters crowing and stepped out of my room into paradise. The beach. The tropical flowers and trees. The old fishing boat bobbing in the water.<br /><br />Flip-flopping down the garden path towards the restaurant—it has only one wall and some glass panels to keep the ocean breeze from carrying away your napkin—I was taking photos and scolding myself for my not-so-secret fear about equator-sized spiders and lizards and fleas when something fell from the branches above, landing just ahead of my big toe with a splat.<br /><br />A wet, headless rat. Seemingly boneless, organless, as though it had been eaten from the inside out, all that remained was the furry wrapper, tail, and bulbous brain stem still attached to the body by a stringy spinal cord.<br /><br />Not pictured.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQFMFWI2Q567i1kmU5cNDoR8BhzGl4IYOhyphenhyphenUyX6bGN8Qsn-JOG4Ztz68zjj8jhAAqAjGk5rdbk2dZLkK2CtS9Z0ziJmVMumosN6GhFX8dyRJ7hXIG38lEKCwAk815FP2JDTxWqw/s1600-h/Dar+es+Salaam+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQFMFWI2Q567i1kmU5cNDoR8BhzGl4IYOhyphenhyphenUyX6bGN8Qsn-JOG4Ztz68zjj8jhAAqAjGk5rdbk2dZLkK2CtS9Z0ziJmVMumosN6GhFX8dyRJ7hXIG38lEKCwAk815FP2JDTxWqw/s320/Dar+es+Salaam+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421038956442285154" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-39508845172923208182009-12-30T09:27:00.005-05:002009-12-30T09:49:51.293-05:00Best of 2009: The Midnight GardenDuring my spring stopover in France, I spent about 36 hours in Narbonne visiting a friend and his two sons while the missus was out of town, and did nothing untoward, by the way, unless you count suggesting the boys wear buttons that say<span style="font-style: italic;"> I Heart my New Mom</span>. Just after I turned out the light, my friend knocked on the guest room door and ushered me down to the garden. “I heard something outside,” he said. “Whatever it was went into the bushes and I couldn’t rustle it out, so I stuck in my hand.”<br /><br />Now see, this here is your proof of the nothing untoward. Genius STUCK HIS HAND IN THE BUSHES. He stuck his hand in the bushes BECAUSE he didn’t know what was there. Would I, with such a man?<br /><br />And then: “I felt something prickly. So, I grabbed a towel from the laundry room to throw over it and dragged it into the light.”<br /><br />Seriously, there is not one reasonable statement in that whole story.<br /><br />The towel was lying on the ground over a small mound. About the size of a large, headless rat. He lifted the corner to reveal a hedgehog, curled up tight, playing dead. We could just make out its adorable little scrunched-up storybook face. And that, well, that was worth getting up for.<br /><br />On an unrelated note, shaved truffles and mascarpone encased in brie and served on a baguette with a side of eggs will not in fact stop your heart. Not for dangerously long anyway. Fortunately, Genius served this for breakfast AFTER the hedgehog story, because I might with such a man. Yessir, I might.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">France, meet Africa. Africa, meet France. </span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsYivM-_1WDP5-DtU5xaW3cDtcU4cJFxl0wRVDTs4aaBwxhlQN7WItewRahXyaJpLGrhkEp0WIBN1eqULi38-9bAB-_TnTRFXimc2pJjs9e2LMotwWE6ZDZd0QnOlJ8ClrTg_Zg/s1600-h/Lucy+suit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsYivM-_1WDP5-DtU5xaW3cDtcU4cJFxl0wRVDTs4aaBwxhlQN7WItewRahXyaJpLGrhkEp0WIBN1eqULi38-9bAB-_TnTRFXimc2pJjs9e2LMotwWE6ZDZd0QnOlJ8ClrTg_Zg/s320/Lucy+suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036747639109394" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-89511980079944987902009-12-29T15:28:00.009-05:002009-12-29T18:06:12.572-05:00Best of 2009: Culture shockAfter 28 hours of traveling, from Dar es Salaam to Toronto via Amsterdam, it was so lovely to see my friend Chad at the airport. He very kindly offered to take me to Tottenham to pick up Lucas from the kennel so I wouldn’t have to rent a car and drive through a haze of jet lag the next day. We just had to make one little stop on the way.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">December 4: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37422333@N03/sets/72157623073321046/">Gombe Stream National Park, Lake Tanganyika</a><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV4rkDAb6J1IeB2bnc9UzKx0nNiOu1K0UzBHxcAm1wKQ6EzOQ2HHcDk1bn-6hF-LBUe6CWrs69daXI55CW47_FmMHHBqH4altJeOycYMXquiSEydKRx6LTcupdZ1vdQmqnxzuBg/s1600-h/Gombe+Dec+09+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV4rkDAb6J1IeB2bnc9UzKx0nNiOu1K0UzBHxcAm1wKQ6EzOQ2HHcDk1bn-6hF-LBUe6CWrs69daXI55CW47_FmMHHBqH4altJeOycYMXquiSEydKRx6LTcupdZ1vdQmqnxzuBg/s320/Gombe+Dec+09+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420796244040561586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">December 13: <a href="http://marriage-ideas.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-and-i-headed-to-vaughan-for-vaughan.html">Pro Bass Shop, Vaughan Mills</a><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc4iyZFln87LaGc6viBzxKQ8LBqmvCSs-x_5nCuXGTiTgbm4cqHKrNR-mtbrHQg8wnrU395ATRoM_b_luefMRWeUykiqOZM5SWsXMmk8eygmCDR-kTspVvGkpFa5xkIiIKyGsUg/s1600-h/Bass+Pro+Shop+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc4iyZFln87LaGc6viBzxKQ8LBqmvCSs-x_5nCuXGTiTgbm4cqHKrNR-mtbrHQg8wnrU395ATRoM_b_luefMRWeUykiqOZM5SWsXMmk8eygmCDR-kTspVvGkpFa5xkIiIKyGsUg/s320/Bass+Pro+Shop+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420794665849419986" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-37115768190608586042009-12-26T10:17:00.008-05:002009-12-29T15:43:25.483-05:00Grasshopper vs. LobsterWho ya got?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_Ulvp69HXnR1yufxd_nhkNZNdcBk2zN6ZAaSrEtjPldbNUjR2h17Z7zJi965YQO3cWaPKBEROjjcQgp2THXNm2sw63Bbx9esDrVsA7vaqs7BJatZ8QJFLCEOYckp6F6o4i5d3Q/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+09+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_Ulvp69HXnR1yufxd_nhkNZNdcBk2zN6ZAaSrEtjPldbNUjR2h17Z7zJi965YQO3cWaPKBEROjjcQgp2THXNm2sw63Bbx9esDrVsA7vaqs7BJatZ8QJFLCEOYckp6F6o4i5d3Q/s320/Christmas+Day+09+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420760821608530066" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37422333@N03/sets/72157623073302958/">See Grasshopper take on the massage chair!</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-47479503255107779582009-12-26T10:14:00.003-05:002009-12-29T15:46:00.679-05:00Some assembly required<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA4K0CmpB5fLIYFFiBreLxWp-A0-RT2E9cmdZZ_5S5ZjyhZEfu0nw4PG1fC3yJZvs7pBRn4zvJgB2Hx9jwisb5Kt9Hf9xThHld_P9CLM2DCcSChRJ2JAatO2_LaVQAzz06wPISQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+09+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA4K0CmpB5fLIYFFiBreLxWp-A0-RT2E9cmdZZ_5S5ZjyhZEfu0nw4PG1fC3yJZvs7pBRn4zvJgB2Hx9jwisb5Kt9Hf9xThHld_P9CLM2DCcSChRJ2JAatO2_LaVQAzz06wPISQ/s320/Christmas+Day+09+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420761934272159186" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeGfJL5_oi0kqBUP2sl2NRlawToJrOq3PPIidUBHD8cZXOniZQ5ijZf-FBFKSOjnT08mKjJ0BHRh4K37DbIJlc7xtgLM2wAljbWF4N4lH7uzaLB5jg-0Gn3YWgjrNIhHeLzhiGg/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+09+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeGfJL5_oi0kqBUP2sl2NRlawToJrOq3PPIidUBHD8cZXOniZQ5ijZf-FBFKSOjnT08mKjJ0BHRh4K37DbIJlc7xtgLM2wAljbWF4N4lH7uzaLB5jg-0Gn3YWgjrNIhHeLzhiGg/s320/Christmas+Day+09+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420762033762553666" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-67264140523874758742009-12-19T19:30:00.003-05:002009-12-19T19:39:18.182-05:00I really like Christmas<object width="280" height="170"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCNvZqpa-7Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCNvZqpa-7Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-67190318634764757952009-12-04T01:55:00.002-05:002009-12-04T01:57:14.548-05:00Aw crapThis week's horoscope:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whether you are still madly looking for dangerous excitement and thrills with any and all strangers who cross your path, or you have had quite enough unpredictable reversals for one lifetime and would now prefer retiring by yourself to a spot deep in the forest where nobody can hurt or abandon you again, guess what. In the area of relationships, life has a few whopping surprises for you.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-88900150692358448152009-12-03T07:47:00.002-05:002009-12-03T07:51:29.626-05:00Where I am<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37422333@N03/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/37422333@N03/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-62859363965457167942009-11-10T13:18:00.013-05:002009-11-10T14:50:36.444-05:00Laws of AttractionI can't figure out why I haven't been in an action movie yet. It's my dominant mind thought between 6-8 a.m. <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> 10-11 p.m. every weeknight, including holiday Mondays, and everyone has been commenting on my positive energy since I discovered ephedrine. Maybe I need to pin Billy Murray to my vision board. <br /><br /><object width="336" height="204"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFM140rju4k&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFM140rju4k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="336" height="204"></embed></object><br /><br />Edit: Here is Grasshopper working on his two-dimensional vision board. Note that he has yet to accomplish his dream of "tearing someone’s life apart in five years time. Nothing malicious, just a systematic erosion of what makes a person a 'person,' until they’re nothing left but a shell." <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFjWK0Hl_JSIoDrQFitRjC6-vjU7RuUDrnWJbHL2f75YdnnNLJ-LlNALXCEINXzL4UMz_uk77mhXhvffwJWA2KNLRbbg6lSe9HbKC6-SmLSXkRprxNoYwCadpkn5ktp_XXMDv-Q/s1600-h/Chip+Zdarsky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFjWK0Hl_JSIoDrQFitRjC6-vjU7RuUDrnWJbHL2f75YdnnNLJ-LlNALXCEINXzL4UMz_uk77mhXhvffwJWA2KNLRbbg6lSe9HbKC6-SmLSXkRprxNoYwCadpkn5ktp_XXMDv-Q/s320/Chip+Zdarsky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402560495577844530" /></a><br /><br />Perhaps a better "picture" would help him realize this "dream" of "his."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-15675291344636925032009-11-06T12:00:00.003-05:002009-11-06T12:11:54.400-05:00Calendar Girl and McFaker<OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-6bb71ebc95d96bba height=266 width=320 contentId="6bb71ebc95d96bba"></OBJECT>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-68363656492344288092009-11-04T22:08:00.005-05:002009-11-04T22:51:40.468-05:00Un autre Français dans la famille<div style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Congratulations on your dog's DNA results, listed below. </b></span><br />
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Go ahead. Snicker. <br />
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You think Luke is somehow less of a dog just because he has a bit of a small breed in there. Yeah, well, see that sweet little puffball beside him in the photo? That's Molly. She's fifteen pounds of solid scary, has kicked Luke's ass from here to Mississauga a hundred times, which I just realized isn't really making my case SHUT UP. <br />
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It's hard to look all squinty and tough when you appear to be wearing freshly scrubbed white tennis socks. And a ruffle.<br />
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That a great-grandparent was a Yorkie may explain his tolerance of Lyon, our beloved houseguest who peed on my bed five times and repeatedly launched his earmuff-sized body into the air, Matrix style, to make direct hits to Luke's face.<br />
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And yet. Luke is missing some Brittany traits, like birding and pointing instincts, and has a long tail and other attributes that seem more border collie than, you know. (SHUT. UP.) So the lab coats are going to retest him in case my swabbing sucked.<br />
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Meantime, Himself says: <i>S'il vous plaît de me parler que dans ma langue maternelle mais pas de kiss-kiss parce qu'il est yuck.</i><i> Merci et vive la France. </i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35705114.post-10680487157688792782009-11-02T14:19:00.000-05:002009-11-02T14:19:43.709-05:00Postcard from Toronto's forgotten Communist BlockThere is food in my bathtub. Food that traveled from my next-door neighbour's sink, under the wall, up the drain pipe, and into my tub. <br />
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Imagine if I hadn't been home to hear the tub rapidly filling with water and stew remnants. <br />
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On the bright side, the power is on today and food rationing is on hold until the Halloween candy is gone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7