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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….”

Happy New Year

Inspired by my daughter and her new blog I will attempt to post more items to my blog this year

I don't think I will ever get used to self-flushing toilets. Don't get me wrong, I think they are a fabulous invention -- especially for some of the toilets that I have to use on a daily basis. But to be honest, they scare me. When I have finished "doing my business" (gotta love that old fashioned term!) and stand to adjust my clothing the damn thing flushes and scares the crap (if there were any left) out of me! I turn around quickly expecting to find someone sharing the stall with me -- I mean there has to be right, who else just flushed it when I wasn't looking!

I imagine I must look similar to Eduardo (my lovable mini-schnauzer) when he farts and it makes a noise -- he jumps up and quickly turns around, expecting to find... what exactly I'm not sure, but it's hilarious to see nonetheless.

Which reminds me, ever notice how dogs always check out what they've just done? Just to make sure it's theirs? What's with that? Another reason why I'm glad I'm not a dog -- I'd probably drown in those self-flushing toilets!

more prozac please :)

a place for everything...

and everything in it's place

today i am severely BORED and UNMOTIVATED and FAT and HUNGRY (mostly due to the fact that I am trying extremely hard NOT to be FAT), so I did what every bored, unmotivated, fat and hungry person does to relieve the stress of life... i mucked around with my extensive collection of weblogs.

in so doing, i visited some friends blogs and found this treasure! it's refreshing to know that there is a place somewhere in this world for me! not to mention the novel carwash idea, which has got me thinking ... i would like to have a carwash like that in my garage... which in turn got me thinking... hell - why stop there? why not get a garage as well!

*dreaming of a garage with a car wash with my very own museum of my very own bad art with my very own bad renditions of my very own favorite music being piped in 24-7, sitting in my very own old favorite vehicle (which would be what??? ah yes... my little black renault le car :) getting wet and soapy because i forgot to put the roof back on....*

thank gawd for tangents... and email that makes noise... must get back to work!

got slivers?

I'm not really sure what's funnier, this article (Naked decoys for tree chopping sprees

WOMEN have been stripping naked in an eastern Indian forest to distract police while a criminal gang illegally chop down trees - an offence that carries a one-year prison sentence.

"It is proving tough to deal with these women," an official said. "It has almost become a regular practice for them to strip.")

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gag me with a ...

Apparently, DINERS are queueing for hours to eat at a restaurant where meals such as curry and chocolate ice cream are served in toilet bowls. Apart from finding this revolting (i don't even like to consider food/drink with the bathroom) i can't imagine getting through the appetizers without gagging severely!

This doesn't even remotely appeal to me on the "omigawd i'm a sick puppy" level! Perhaps if they weren't real toilets it would... ok... definitely if they weren't real toilets it would. BUT they are real toilets, so it's not even mildly amusing. IMHO, the only food that should be in a toilet is partially digested food, and it should be going not coming.

Obviously, there's no accounting for 'taste'?

rose coloured glasses

i am NOT lying, dreaming, inebriated or otherwise out of my mind ... there are contact lenses for chickens!

and... go figure, they are red (or I like to think, rose coloured ;)

and... go figure "The chickens are calmer, less prone to pecking and cannibalism; the mortality rate is lower. For a variety of reasons, some not fully understood, they also tend to eat less feed while producing, on average, the same size and number of eggs as other chickens (even a bit more)."

check it out...

seems as though looking at the world through rose coloured glasses ain't half bad!

Georgia on my mind...

A few days ago I had a discussion with my daughter wherein I mentioned being slightly afeared of the southern U.S. states, but I couldn't recall which state caused me the most concern.

Today I have decided... it is Georgia. I came to this conclusion after reading about a 16 year old who wounded himself while attempting to shoot a snake that he saw in his yard while cutting the grass, and while I am fearful of snakes, I am more afraid of 16 year olds with guns!

Jeesh... and they say Scarborough is bad?!

While we are talking about Georgia, the critics (mostly my daughter) are raving about Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers: More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicholson. Which I most certainly will have to read after I read the Te of Piglet.

deja moo

Police detain stray killer cow.

That was the headline that came across my news aggregator this morning. At first I thought it was a mistake, I thought it was a cow killer, but boy was I wrong!

Flashback to the rogue herd that stalked us at the cottage last year, and the hushed discussions of (dare I say it...) cow-tipping. I wondered, I worried... will they return?

I wonder if restraining orders can be placed on cows or if you have to wait until they become violent?

oh yeah by the way and wtf!

oh yeah...

Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers: More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolson is out!!!! an absolute must have OMIGAWD... and, by the way

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is coming out in July (and it totally sucks that you have to have a child under the age of 18 to be eligible for chapters contest to fly to Scotland if you're HPs number one fan!!!) but... what can i say???

my daughter is home and i am gloriously enjoying her company... when we have found time we have watched some episodes of the first season of Gilmore Girls, which she purchased for me on DVD. For some reason this series reminds her of me... i have a feeling it's because the daughter seems to be the "more mature" of the two, as obvious in this quote (Lorelai being the mother):

Lorelai: So, apparently, I'm now the Reigning Lorelai.
Rory: Huh. I guess you are.
Lorelai: It's a lot of responsibility.
Rory: Well, sure.
Lorelai: I mean, it's mostly ceremonial stuff nowadays. Declaring knighthoods, opening supermarkets. But now and then, you get to banish someone or pose for a stamp.
Rory: Neat. And coins.
Lorelai: Yeah, and coins. You know, someday you'll be the Reigning Lorelai.
Rory: I don't like that idea!
Lorelai: Why not? You get a cape.
Rory: Because if I'm the Reigning Lorelai, then that means you'll be gone.
Lorelai: Gone? No, not me. I'll step down way before that. I'm not going to pull a Queen Elizabeth on you, make you wait around forever, force you to develop interests in polo and architecture.
Rory: I am scared of horses.
Lorelai: I know that.
Rory: So there's a cape, huh?

this just in... though i wish it wasn't...

The San Francisco Chronicle had this heading on Sunday: History is littered with lots of hoaxes. Some lies can lead to a deeper truth.

Tales of a runaway bride and a finger afloat in a chili bowl have seized our attention of late -- but for sheer shock value, they can't compete with Mary Toft of the British town of Godalming.

In 1762, Mary flabbergasted her doctor by seeming to give birth to rabbits. Soon top medical advisers, including the king's surgeon, investigated, witnessed the bizarre births and vouched for them.

Only when she was sequestered and stricken with infection did Mary fess up: Craving a little attention, she had been inserting dead rabbits into her vagina.

honestly... this truth is perhaps a very very scary one that should just be buried with Mary *shudder* -- talk about nightmare material!!!