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Earth Hour - bah humbug

I’m only going to say this once…

I’m NOT against Earth Hour, in fact I enjoyed a lovely candlelit dinner (though I was somewhat disappointed that it wasn’t dark enough to see the stars) and as a marketing tool to increase awareness I think it was very successful. What does irritate me is this: isn’t it a tad hypocritical – kinda like a vegan wearing leather clothing?

I’m checking out the blog (http://www.earthhour.org/for Toronto events and found info like this:

“And to celebrate the new hue of dark, Canadian Nelly Furtado lead her compatriots in the Earth Hour party at Nathan Phillips Square – and all by candle light. On March 29, 2008 Canadians stood proud for their hard work in taking a stand against climate change.”

Wow… that’s great isn’t it? I suppose hamsters were running the sound equipment?

“Blogging LIVE from Earth Hour in Canada!

Kewl… windmill powered wi-fi because it’s might be too dark for solar. And who cares that you had to charge your batteries before you could use them to do that blogging, not to mention kudos to all the people who walked to the downtown event so they didn’t increase their “carbon footprint” by unnecessarily driving or taking transit.

And speaking of carbon footprints, how much of a footprint did the Earth hour t-shirts leave?

Let’s be serious, the time to celebrate saving the planet is AFTER we’ve saved it, and the real test is if people are willing to do it WITHOUT all the hype, in the summer, in the dark, without air conditioning, after we’ve sweated our proverbials off during the 1 hour subway ride home on a Friday night.

Anyone for a veggie burger?

Bra Vo Paula

Technically, two words, but it’s doubtful that those were the two words that Paula Abdul meant last night when she was fawning over the performances of “the guys” on American Idol.

Of course, if your entire vocabulary consists of one-syllable words, you would be hard pressed to come up with anything to explain how she obviously felt about last night’s performances. Let’s face it – nice, good, cool, and neat -- fall a bit short for the Praises of Paula (not to be confused with the Perils of Pauline, but sometimes I wonder). Even 'real good' appears to have escaped her last night. Unfortunately it didn’t leave her speechless though.

Simon, on the other hand, was, and that was precisely how I realized that I hadn’t misheard what I thought I had misheard.

What I thought I heard was Ryan asking Paula to sum up the evening in one word, to which she replied (I think) “two words – Bra Vo”. Sometimes the show is painful to watch, like an episode of Jerry Springer where people are deriving pleasure from the pain and/or stupidity of other people.

Btw… bra is… well, you know.what a bra is. Vo is short for verso, referring the left-hand page of an open book or the back of a coin. And while interesting one syllable words are bountiful in the English language, I still think Paula would be the last one picked for a party game of charades --  “two words, first word sounds like….”

the more things change...

the more they stay the same. A pretty popular adage. My own, of course, is -- things don't get better they just get different. Which was my conclusion after raising two teenagers.

After reading my daughter's blog today I had to laugh thinking of the many times I went off in search of my own dog (a Great Pyrenees named Skye). I maintained that she was Houdini incarnate -- how else could she have escaped a locked crate? And it was still locked when we arrived home to find her romping around upstairs! So I'm quite familiar with magic dogs. The more things...

After four years of being away from home my daughter has a blog and I am able to keep abreast of what she is up to. I used to worry about my daughter when she first went to the U.S. for school, now I just renew my Prozac prescription. Things don't get better...

oh you ho...

not to be confused with yo ho, which would take me tangentially to yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, and on to heh heh heh, Johnny Depp, sex toys and mascara. I know, you're dying to ask... sex toys???? Before you change your opinion of me let me explain, on the weekend I caught part of a show that was talking about an art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. A friend had previously sent me a link to PostSecret so it wasn't particularly new news to me, but one of the postcards they displayed on the show said "my vibrator is named Johnny Depp" ... and, so, isn't everyone's?? But back to the ho...

Yesterday my back was wracked with pain (I'm starting to forget when my last pain free day was... possibly one that I was inebriated...) so off I went to physio. Got some more stretches (tip: it's embarassing to be asked to "see how far you can move" after you have already moved as far as you can) and then I was introduced to the magic fingers and heat of the ho. I'm not sure if it was THE Dr. Ho, and to be honest I really didn't care. The sensation was heavenly, bordering on orgasmic and like the lovesick, I longed for it to continue into eternity. So take note, I'm putting Dr. Ho's Muscle Massage System on my Christmas list, and my birthday list, and my mother's day list, and my new holiday in February Family Day list, and any other list I can think of... just so you know.

now that I think of it, maybe my thoughts about Johnny Depp and Dr. Ho have more in common than I originally thought ;)

is it genetic?

"It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I'm right."  Moliere

I saw that quote yesterday on Answers.com and thought to myself, I know someone else who feels the same way -- are they related?

So, the saga continues and basically I'm just really tired of it. I guess being flexible isn't great when it leads to you being f*cked up the *ss. And, because I've never been good at sports, I'm not that great at returning tennis serves, insults, snide remarks, or ill wishes. ARGHHHH, all those years of telling my kids to "be the better person" and not to "lower themselves to the same level as the offendeer" have made me the target of insensitive bullies.

Maybe I'm just tired because I had to wake up at 4:30 this morning so I could leave at 5:30 so I could be at a doctor's appointment at 6:30. WTF is in the office at 6:30?! Apparently my doctor is, and apparently this is a regular occurrence for him -- I can think of a number of things that could account for someone being in the office at that time, none of them very happy. I used to be "in the office" at 6:30 a.m., but that was when I worked at home and "in the office" just meant I had to stumble downstairs in my pjs with a coffee and turn on the computer. Ah, those were the days....

Speaking of computers, mine arrived yesterday as I had suspected. With great restraint I didn't even break the taped seals. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right -- so I am going to take my time this weekend (or Friday night) and reinstall all of my favorite software and get the network up and running once again. Yay me!

Here's a few more quotes that I discovered today.

Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any Indian.
Robert Orben

I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
Mae West

Very good ones, but not necessarily suitable for a sig file at work... still searching for a new one.