Argument to Beethoven's 5th

No cue cards, no teleprompters, and no second takes--legendary funnyman Sid Caesar pioneered live television sketch comedy with his 1950s sitcoms Your Show of Shows and Caesar's Hour. This classic sketch is "Argument to Beethoven's 5th," Sid Caesar and Nanette Fabray play a married couple in a argument with pantomimed action and the dialogue is classic music.

The Lohanization of America



A mom takes her daughter to a tanning salon to make her look more like Lindsey Lohan for her school's graduation pictures. I'm absolutely outraged by this. The girl won't truly look like Lindsey Lohan until they put her behind the wheel with a bottle of tequila to wash down the Oxycontin.

Gary Parker's Portraits of Little People

Amazing photos.

The purpose of these galleries is to educate the public as to the many varieties of dwarfism as well as to reflect the huge spirits of the beautiful individuals who have so kindly agreed to be photographed for this project.

365 Portraits



From here:

I'm Bill Wadman, a New York-based photographer who after completing my first 365 Project, and then a weekly 52 Project, have taken it upon myself to shoot and post one portrait every day of 2007. The photo will have been taken that day, and each day will be a different person. Some will be in the studio, some will be in the wild. Hopefully they will all be interesting.

and a WTF??!!!

A teen employee in Albeta Tim Hortons posted a sign in the drive thru that said, 'No Druken Indians Allowed'. You know, as a 'joke'.

So of course a boycott of Tim Horton's has been started by aborignals in Albeta. The company of course has issued apologies..blah, blah, blah.

But the employee wasn't fired for this act. The statement from the company was this.

"I think it was one of those youthful things where she just didn't realize and she was made very aware of her actions and the consequences and was very remorseful," said Douglas.

"We decided it was in her best interests -- and a learning experience -- that we didn't terminate, but she has been disciplined and reprimanded."

Um...no. I'm sorry, but as far as am I concerned, this is requires termination. She may be remorseful and it may be one of those stupid things you do as a teen (although I don't remember being doing anything this hateful as a teen.) However, I do think that as a teen you have to start learning to responsible for your actions and realize that there are consequences. (And please...there's no shortage of low wage jobs in Alberta, I'm sure she could get another.)

A bit of Walter Sobchak philosphy is needed here.

'This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass.

Voytek, The Iranian Soldier Bear of Monte Cassino



From Iranian.com:

The cub clung desperately to his substitute mother all through the tortured journey across Persia, Iraq and Jordan, along vast distances that seemed to loose heart and succumb to the despair of barrenness. Sometimes the man would lock the bear in the warmth of his greatcoat so that it became part of him. In the evenings, as he sat with the other men around the fire telling tales late into the night, the bear cub would be rocked to sleep in the sound of his immense laughter. In time, the orphan lost himself in the lives of these strangers and entangled himself completely in the rhythms and cadences of their speech. From that time onwards he became wholly theirs: body, will and soul.

In this way, Voytek the Iranian brown bear from Hamadan entered the lives of the soldiers of the Second Polish Army Corps, transforming all their destinies.

In the months that followed, he won over the hearts of all who met him. The soldiers, who had all endured the horrors and hardships of Siberia, needed something in their lives to love, and the presence of Voytek was a wonderful tonic for their morale. Despite his brute strength, which grew day by day, he was always an amiable and a gentle giant. The soldiers treated him from the start as one of their own company and never as a pet. They shared their food with him, allowed him to sleep in their tents at night and included him in all their activities.

If the unit was ordered to march out, he would march with them on two legs like a soldier. When they were being transported to some distant location, he would ride in the front seat of the jeeps (or transport wagons) to the great amazement of passers-by. More than anything, however, he loved to wrestle with the soldiers, taking on three or four of them at a time. Sometimes he was even gracious enough to allow them the courtesy of winning. Over the next few years, he shared all their fortunes, and went with them wherever they were posted throughout the Middle East. He grew to be almost six feet tall and weighed 500 pounds.

glumbert.com - When graphic artists get bored

Women in Film




From the creator of "Women in Art" comes "Women in Film"

80 years of female portraits in cinema

The Insects' Christmas



A stop motion animation from around 1913 by Ladislas Starevich who is famous for using insects and animals as his films' protagonists.

First, I don't know why, but when I try to post in Radmila's blog it won't let me put a title. You know I wanted to put something very clever and witty here as a title; it was going to be the funniest title you had ever scene and it would have gotten nominated for 'Best Blog Entry Title of the Universe' and then the whole world would bow before my Blog Entry Title Championship feet. But I guess it won't happen.

See, this is how life screws me.

Anyway....monday has already started off on the wrong foot because I've read the that Charles Nelson Reilly passed away. Can I tell you why I loved CNR (btw, that's what us real fans call him 'CNR' - we wear it on shirts and ball caps just as a little 'in' thing.).

I loved CNR because

1) He was just gay. He was one of the first people on television that I remember being gay. And he just did it with this sense of, 'I'm witty, I'm talented, I'm charming and oh yes I'm gay - deal with it.'. It seemed to allow the world to take a chill pill.

2) I loved Match Game and I loved the way the stars interacted - especially Charles. The way he was on that show made you think that there was always going to be a fabulous cocktail party back at his place after the show.

Click you here.

3) I loved his pipe. It reminded me of my uncle Wally.

Good bye CNR, I know you were more than game shows, but you always had the best 'blanks'.

You know summer is coming in Toronto when these guys start making their appearance north of Eglinton.

Japanese Human Art

Sunday Click Around

Hello!

It's my last click around before The Mister and me leave, and I must say it's great to visit my own blog and see posts already there!

I have to thank Cynical-C and Jacqueline again for taking over for me while I'm gone.

I love Square America because I love old photos of people. I could sift through old photos all day long and never get bored. I can look at a photo of strangers and build a whole life behind it.

Chocolate—A Minister's Daughter, is a great idea, and what she does looks pretty delicious and innovational, but is it wrong of me to wish she'd wear a hairnet and vinyl gloves?

People used to get mad at me when I said that I thought Billy Idol had the voice of a lounge singer...but a lot of those songs from the 80's could, and have been turned into lounge music. Damn, Paul Anka did a whole album turning what we thought was "cutting edge" into Vegas lounge music. Here's an Old Spice "Ahoy" commercial using "Hungry Life a Wolf". It just goes to show you that even the things you thought were "the coolest" will end up selling cars, GAP or Old Navy or diapers when your kids have kids (or sooner).

Ok, that last one made me think of Diana Ross.
Ever wonder why Diana Ross's kids all have the Ross last name? Is it because Miss. Ross is a control freak? Is it because she's an egomaniac?
No, it's because you can't keep up with which kid belongs to which man, and her last name hides the crossovers since the timelines often don't match the marriages or the husbands.

The Sopranos like vowels.

Ballroom dancing or Cha Cha and little kids, you have to love it.

I want to see this version of The Wizard of Oz.

Because we're a culture of excess and entrepreneureal pioneers, and have more money than sense...if you're getting a divorce, why don't you purchase a coffin for your wedding ring?
This will bring "closure" and help you "end cycle" on your complex emotional issues regarding the breakdown of your marriage. Duh.

I loved Etch-A-Sketch when I was a kid.
Here's an online version.

Dopplegangr is another one of those kind of mean humour sites like Hot or Not.

Aw, Shoot
Style Invitational contestants sent in their best photos featuring kitchen utensils and/or small household tools to The Washington Post.

The Top Ten Pioneers of Striptease.
Back in the day when women weighed more than a buck five.

TransformingLives.ca is a very powerful website bringing light to mental health issues. The personal stories are something everyone should watch.

Ok kids, that's it for now....

Duke Ellington and Whitey's Lindy Hoppers





I see Jacqueline's "breakdancing, past and present" and raiser her a Duke Ellington and Whitey's Lindy Hoppers.

I saw this on facebook and had to share.

I especially like the shot of the Nicholas Brothers with the staircase. I've seen it before but it still blows me away.

glumbert.com - Breakdancing: Past and Present

Landing at Toncontin International Airport in Honduras

Landing at Toncontin International Airport in Honduras

A video of a plane landing in Toncontin Airport, one of the most dangerous in the world.

The origin of the name Toncontín is unknown. This airport has received much criticism for being one of the most dangerous in the world due to its proximity to the mountains and for years efforts have been made to replace it with Palmerola airport in Comayagua, currently a United States airbase.

(via Nothing to do with Arbroath)

The Prince Juliana Airpot at St Maarten is not as dangerous as Toncontin but makes for one scary approach if you are relaxing on the beach looking up.

The Little Rock Nine



The most difficult walk to school ever!

The U.S. Supreme Court issued its historic Brown v. Board of Education, 347 U.S. 483, on May 17, 1954. The decision declared all laws establishing segregated schools to be unconstitutional, and it called for the desegregation of all schools throughout the nation. [1] After the decision the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) attempted to register black students in previously all-white schools in cities throughout the South. In Little Rock, the capital city of Arkansas, the Little Rock School Board agreed to comply with the high court's ruling. Virgil Blossom, the Superintendent of Schools, submitted a plan of gradual integration to the school board on May 24, 1955, which the board unanimously approved. The plan would be implemented during the 1958 school year, which would begin in September 1957. By 1957, the NAACP had registered nine black students to attend the previously all-white Little Rock Central High, selected on the criteria of excellent grades and attendance. [2]

Several segregationist "citizens' councils" threatened to hold protests at Central High and physically block the black students from entering the school. In response, Governor Orval Faubus deployed the Arkansas National Guard to support the segregationists on 4 September 1957. The sight of a line of soldiers blocking nine black students from attending high school made national headlines and polarized the city. On 9 September 1957, "The Council of Church Women" issued a statement condemning the Governor's deployment of soldiers to the high school and called for a citywide prayer service on 12 September. Even President Dwight Eisenhower attempted to de-escalate the situation and summoned Governor Faubus to meet him. The president warned the governor not to interfere with the Supreme Court's ruling.

Women in Art



500 Years of Female Portraits in Western Art
(via The Presurfer)

Glacia from Norge Thingy reporting in. Nod up to Chris.

I'm actually overwhelmingly honoured to be asked to contribute to this blog, which I think is one of the best out there.

I think Radmilla and I are similar in the sense that we both like to blog about our everyday lives and our city. But how we differ and what I really admire about her is her outspokenness and saying what she feels without worrying about opposing opinions and actually encouraging discussion.

So to that end, I'll promise to be more edgy and 'real'. First order of business:

1. Toronto cyclist, STOP riding your bikes on the sidewalk.

2. Guy in the SUV who honked at me because I was standing not far enough back from the street for you to plow your Earthdestroyer2000 through...screw you.

3. Fellow dog owners, pick up after your pooch.

4. To the youths who live in the apartment beneath my townhouse, stop being all young and cool with your 'chillin' and stuff - it's bugging me.

Wooo! That felt great!

Glacia sucks back another 10 am vodka, lights a smoke and thinks, 'I'm really gonna love this.'

Good luck on your trip Radmilla and Mr. R! I think Chris and I have got your back.

Oh, and all comments can be sent to glacia at gmail dot com.

Chris from Cynical-C here

Chris from Cynical-C here. I hate introductions so for those of you who don't know me or are not familiar with my blog, feel free to read this post about What People Have Said about Cynical-C to get a feel about how much trouble Radmila's blog is in for the next couple of weeks.

I want to thank Radmila for trusting me with her blog. When she honored me the other day by asking if I would be so kind as to guest blog for her while she was in Spain, my first reaction was "Hell no!" Then I remembered that she was kind enough to guest blog for me when I was away and realized I had no choice. (Mental note: Only choose people without blogs to be a guest blogger next time I go away. Paying them back a favor would be something easier than guest blogging for them like housesitting, giving them money or hiding a murder weapon)


So it looks like we're stuck with each other while Radmila and the Mister are cavorting in Europe. My blogging style seems to differ with Radmila's quite drastically. She actually puts effort in her blog posts where as to I just throw things at a webpage and hope something sticks. Since Radmila's blog is highly personalized, I think I will stick to posting some of the more interesting links that are on the net. Feel free to email me at cc@cynical-c.com if you have any comments or complaints.

Now if I can only figure out how to work blogger. Radmila, how do you publish this post?

The Rain in Spain...

The Mister and me are headed to Spain on Monday for two weeks.



.... and while there will still be a couple of posts from me before we go...I've asked Cynical-C and Jacqueline from Norge Thingy to do some guest blogging for me, for which I am ever so grateful.

Hopefully, they'll dip in a bit before we leave.
I think that maybe, this blog will be better while we're gone!

Tonight, I watched "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner"

If you haven't seen it, you should.
It's Spencer Tracy's last film...the performances are all stellar.





...Jesus Christ...I LOVE Sidney Poitier

Mama's Fashion Phases



In the photo to your right, Mama is holding my new born cousin (my father's sisters son, whom I haven't seen since he was 5.)

What I wouldn't give for that purse in the Jackie Kennedy phase, and those mules in the Mia Farrow phase!

Dangerous Liaisons

Last night, I watched this documentary on Ted Bundy.
I remember when they executed him.
The people I worked with joked about having a "Bundi-Q" and celebrated the fact that he was going to "the electric chair", and if anyone deserved to get it, Ted did.

Anyhow, while watching the documentary, Serial Killer Groupie Syndrome (SKG) was discussed...because apparently, Ted had a lot of groupies, some of which are interviewed in the documentary.

I find this absolutely incredible.
How fucked do you need to be to want a guy who slaughtered women for fun?

In fact, all serial killers have groupies...even the most grotesque of the grotesque, which kind of goes without saying....but I mean guys like John Wayne Gacy or Henry Lee Lucas. 
What kind of woman would want to be with someone who killed upwards of 30 women or in Gacy's case 32 young boys?

Well, I went on a little search and found this article from The Crime Library.

Turns out that women who choose to be with serial killers have these things in common:

Rescue fantasies: the SKG wants to believe that she has the ability to change someone as cruel and powerful as a serial killer.

Need to nurture: many women have said that they see the little boy in these killers and feel an overwhelming desire to nurture and protect that part of him.

The perfect boyfriend: she knows where he is at all times, and while she can now claim that someone loves her, she does not have to endure the day-to-day issues of most relationships; she can keep the fantasy charged up for a long time.

Need for drama: during the trial, the daily events in the lives of serial killers may attract women who want to get close to the adversarial atmosphere and the possibility that something surprising may occur.

Hybristophilia: some people are sexually excited by others who commit violence

Exclusivity: there's a real sense of ownership of the facts about the killers—which confers its own special status—among those who feel intimately associated with them

Regaining the lost male: some who have been abused, neglected or without a father figure look to the killer to fill that need

Vicarious fantasies: some wish to live out their own visions of violence through a person who can actually act them out

Low self-esteem: some women believe they cannot find a man and since men in prison are desperately lonely, it's an easy way to get involved

Attention: when they do something like get involved with a killer, people talk about them and often the media puts a spotlight on them

Eminence: they evolve from Nobodies into Somebodies
The chance to show their mettle: they align themselves against the world in a heated defense of their beloved

Beauty and the Beast syndrome: they like the idea of getting close to danger that will probably not hurt them, but there's always the slight chance

Interestingly, many SKGs are educated and attractive. Some have money, and some are already married. Quite a few are mothers, and it's often the case that they work in some related field, such as psychology or law enforcement.

Read the entire article. It's pretty fascinating.

Jesus Christ.

Sunday Click Around.

Someone came up with a match for the leg lamp!
Finally!
The site's in Japanese, but scroll down a bit and you'll see it all.

I love it when I see people who are not held back by their disabilities...even better when someone makes it an ability.
Like this Salsa dancing amputee.
Then there are those who take their challenges to another level, like New Wheels on the Block...(a little OMG-ish), or people like Ryan Lachance or David Birnbaum who both do stand up comedy.

If you worked in a Fortune Cookie Factory, thinking up the little fortunes that go into them...wouldn't you be tempted to throw out some out of left field fortunes? I know that I would. Weird Fortune Cookies collects strange messages from fortune cookies.

I rather enjoyed this entry from WaiterRant, sent to me by Cynical-C.
Because we all should work with what we've got, positive and negative... rather than chase our tails and waste energy over what we think we should have.

From time to time on the net, I run across things that make me scratch my head. This was one of them. Now, I'm not sure what these half-wits were trying to prove by giving themselves names like "Pipelayer" and "SatisFaction" and then videotaping themselves humping furniture, as a group...LOL.
Yeah, that doesn't look stupid to chicks...

I love Christopher Walken, and one of my favourite characters of his on SNL was The Continental. The low-rent Eastern European Playboy....but then, Colonel Angus was also pretty good.

How many Spidermen can you fit into a Jamba Juice?

I didn't know when she would stop, but she's got the longest tongue I've ever seen.
It's actually like a cow tongue!

I watched every single last one of these stories about gay men and women "coming out", and one thing that was consistent in all of them was that the people that they were telling always suspected or knew.
So, all the agonizing about telling, and staying in the closet appears to be pretty well pointless. But, I guess for many people it's harder to say it out loud to the people you've been hiding it from, than it is for those people to hear it.

Here's Liberace and Cassius Clay...Mohommed Ali was actually a pioneer in rap.

Sandra Bee kills me.

Here are some look-alikes..some better than others.

Here's a brilliant little article called Snapping Up Kosovo for a Song, and the politics of Eurovision.
Thanks Anna.

Flickr photos of Toronto. What can I say? I love this town.
Speaking of this town...last June when Metro Housing tore down part of Regent Park, the city had promised to bring the residents back in 15 years when it was complete. I doubted it when I read it then, and actually laughed at how naive politicians think we are.

Turns out, Metro Housing had no real plan for those people to come back.

No shit.

Prime land in downtown Toronto that developers have been salivating over since the beginning of the gentrification of Cabbagetown, and the moving eastward of the Gay Ghetto? Gimme a break. Once those low income families are all out, they're not going to be able 
to come back.
And when they're done with Regent Park, they'll start working on St. Jamestown, and after that, you won't find a low or middle income person living within a 40 block radius.

"There will be about 400 fewer rent-geared-to-income units in the new development compared to the 2,087 now in Regent Park. Derek Ballantyne, head of Toronto Community Housing, believes there will enough subsidized units for anyone who wants to return. Other countries that redeveloped housing projects found 30 per cent of displaced residents don't return, he adds".

That's about 11 months after Toronto Community Housing said that everyone would be "welcomed back". Let's do the math: let's see...2,087 units minus 400 in 12 months.
At that rate, it'll only take 5 years to make sure that no one will be able to come back...and another 9 years to complete the project and get used to the fact that you're never going back. Good job in selling that low income public housing out from under us, and making it sound like you're not doing it to make a profit.

Here are some photos taken by Michael Wolf of apartment living in Hong Kong.

Amazing origami.

I think that teenaged daughters are harder to handle than teenaged sons.
Miss Cellania agrees.

And, last but not least...a trailer for Cavemen.

P.S.: We sold our house in 5 hours.

Onion News Report
This just in...

"Area Mom Freaking Out for No Reason Again"

"Single Errand Proves Too Overwhelming for Man on Day Off"

"Only Gay Guy in the Office Says: He's Not the Only Gay Guy"

So, while I was getting myself lunch this afternoon, I was in line behind an elderly Polish lady who was pricing everything, and seemed to be calculating her lunch to how much she had in her purse.

Some of you may remember the post I did back in December when I tried to buy an asshole a cup of coffee.

Well, today I tried it again with this elderly lady's lunch.
She seemed genuinely shocked, and then asked "Vai? Vai yu vant to pay for me?", and I said, "Because it's Friday before a long weekend, and it's a beautiful day, and why not?"
I put my hand on her shoulder, and smiled at her.

She asked "Vat nationality are yu?".
"Serbian", says I.
She then proceeded to tell me about all the Serbian people her husband used to work with in Mississauga when he was alive, and how we're good people.

So, not only did I get a chance to do what I set out to do without being insulted, but I got to represent.

Sweet.

*Shnort*

Another Installment of "Lifestyles
of the
Poor and Landed"...

While cleaning out our crawlspace, and other closets getting ready for the sale of this house,

I found another picture of Mama...dressed to the nines with a roasted chicken.
Photos to send back home...

I venture to think that this is somewhere around 1970/71.













Back in the day, before La Senza Girl, and lingerie for preschoolers...parents and grandparents used to strip you down to your underwear at the beach and tell you to

"Go play. You have nothing to show anyway!".


More to come...

"His work is a treasure to us," McLelland said at another point, speaking for the family. "His work is a treasure to this country."

Yeah.

I'm sure that's why the drawings were kept in garbage bags in the garage.

Because when you really value something, where else would you keep it?
In the house in boxes or portfolios?

Don't be silly.



 

A Night at the Roxbury...The Polish Version

Let Me Ask You This...

Why do men think that BBQing takes less work than cooking inside the house?
I mean, it's only the cooking process, it's not as though you're only eating what's on the grill.

I've announced that during the showings of this house, I will not be cooking. I don't want to have to clean and put away the entire functional bits of the kitchen every time I make a meal...much to The Misters chagrin.

He said, "We'll just BBQ" as though BBQing only involves the grill.
What about the marinade?
The side dishes?
The washing of the dishes?
(We'll use paper plates and utinsils)
So?
What about the serving dishes and all the prep work for the above?

This should be immediately recognizable to The Mister since he uses all the pots and pans we own to make one side dish when he cooks.

I just don't get it.

Mind you...I love the fact that he would rather my cooking, than eat out.

That doesn't change the fact that I'll enjoy the break.

Sunday Click Around.

Hello!

Sorry for being M.I.A. for the past few days.
I've been on the Real Estate Roller Coaster.

I've seen Home Stagers on the Home & Garden Network, but I've never had one in my house. I was repeatedly told not to take it personally, that the suggestions that were being made were mostly to erase our personalities from the house so that perspective buyers could see themselves living there. Some of the things she suggested made me laugh. Listen, if we could afford to do those things, we wouldn't be leaving. But, we got some good suggestions, and are doing some of the other things that are uncomfortable, but suggested...and that's basically taken over our lives.

Anyhow, today is Mother's Day, so "Tell Your Mom We Said, Hi" from This Just In.
I'll be headed over to Mama's shortly, and then MIL's later....

I got a kick out of "The 10 Dumbest Resume Blunders" from CNN Money.
Seriously, you can't make this shit up.

Ok, so Serbia won Eurovision.
What a shock when I saw the winner.
Serbians generally prefer their female singers rather slutty (you can only imagine the hits I'm going to get with that
sentence). But, Marija Serifovic is rather....manly. 
They tried to fem her up, but she just looked uncomfortable and awkward.

Here she is being interviewed in English. 
I don't know.... she's kind of like a cross between Rosie O'Donnell and Austin Powers.
I don't know what to say...I think I may prefer the slutty look.
She's so on the other side, that I need a fix of the traditional Serbian Singer.
Look at former Miss Serbia from 1996 to 2006.

So, while we're on the cheezy Eurovision thing...check out this Russian boy band.
GAH!!!

It's always cool to hear about what was going on around the time that you were born, or during your childhood. The People History lets you choose a year and tells you the events of that year.
While we're in that vein, look at This Week in Pop Culture.

Are you a certified asshole? Take the test and find out. This might be the one certification some people don't need to take classes to get.

Here's a phone prank by a Jewish girl who punks her parents by making them think she's dating an Italian guy. They lose their minds, and they both have potty mouth. What would possess someone to embarrass their parents like that, even if they are idiots...I wouldn't know.
But, I would be surprised if she's still in the will.

Check out the Top Ten American Idol mugshots.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised...but I kind of was.

Check out Disco Hitler.

On one hand it's kind of cool that you would teach your child sign language, even though they're not hearing impaired. On the other hand, it reminds me of how people train and treat their pets. I'm not sure why teaching a hearing infant or toddler to sign is important, but whatever your Starbucks Half-Caff, Caramel Latte soaked brain desires... 

Sorry guys...that's all I've got this week.

"A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home..."

The Mister and me are moving.
We've bought another house, and will be selling this one very soon.

Tonight, The Mister strung up the lights under our tent in the backyard, and we sat out there over dinner on this beautiful evening, talking.
...and I realized that this is probably our last summer in this house, if things go the way that we plan.

We're getting prepared to leave and we've been cleaning things out and deciding what stays and what goes. I see that it's these times when you're forced to look at what you've packed away and not thought about.

Tonight, I found the reciept for our wedding rings, the children's old report cards, the deed to this house, ...our first house...and I'm meloncholy.

While I like the new house that we've got our hearts set on, this house holds so very much of our lives...even the estate agent we're using is the same man who brought us to this house, and we've reminisced about that experience with him...kept in touch with the previous owner, Patrick over the years, an endearing man who loved this house as much as we do.

When we first came here, the kids were so used to living in an apartment, that they couldn't get used to the freedom to come and go. They would run out to the backyard and back in minutes later. Out the front door...and back in a few minutes...it took them weeks to stay outside, and play on the street or go to the park...to get used to the freedom.

Our neighbours have been good. We've been lucky.

Is it normal to feel this way about leaving?
I know I will cry when we say good-bye to this pile bricks.
It is our first house.
Our first stab at being grown ups.

This house holds a lot of emotion for me.
I can only hope that the new owners love it as much as we have.

A Refreshing Change...


While I often get search after search for "Serbian Sluts" in my stats, I've recently begun getting hits for "Guyana Whores".

It's a refreshing change.

Please know that when you hear:

"Six men have been arrested in Mount Laurel, NJ, on charges that they are Islamic militants who were planning on attacking local Army base Fort Dix to "kill as many soldiers as possible" with gunfire".

...and they say that some of them are from "the Former Yugoslavia", know that they are Albanian, and would most probably NOT want to be known as being from "the Former Yugoslavia"...even though the media would most probably want to point you in that direction.

What they are are fundamentalist Muslim Albanians....not Former Yugoslavians.

Just so that you know...Because I'm fucking sick of hearing them referred to as "Former Yugoslavians" since they're Albanian...and they'd probably rather be boiled in oil than be referred to as Yugoslavians.

...and frankly, so would I.
(boil them in oil, that is...)

Gap Unveils New "For Kids By Kids" Clothing Line

It's Bhaaaaad.

"SUDAN'S MARRIED GOAT has, mercifully, gone to the heavenly farmyard, released from its suffering as a beast of burden.

The goat, known as Rose to close friends, became a web phenomenon when it was reported that she had been "married" to Sudanese man Charles Tombe. The wedding was enforced by elders after a drunken Tombe was found taking advantage of the poor animal. He was also made to pay a dowry to Rose's original owner. The elders hoped to shame Tombe, though did not spare Rose's feelings in doing so."

Found at From Alpha to OM3GA.

It immediately made me think about Woody Allen's 1972 movie "Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex"...and Gene Wilder's character who falls in love with a sheep named Daisy.
Here's a clip:

Sunday Click Around

I accidentally found this little page with excerpts from a book on trivia about famous historical people and their thoughts on sex.
Meanwhile, here are 5 things you should know about harems before you get one.

I know that years ago, when music videos were actually little films, artists really didn't know how to present themselves and many produced some really, really strange little accompanying films/videos to their songs. I was a big fan of Hall & Oates in high school, and here's their video for "She's Gone". I'd like you to check out a few things while watching it. Check out the shoes, and the deadpan faces of both of them, and the cheezy devil that keeps doing walks across the screen. This video is bad. Really, really bad.

I'm not sure what this has to do with cellphones, but it's really cool where hitting bugs with miniature pies is concerned, it's #1.

I got a kick out of this old Anacin commercial.

Myhood.ca covers the greater Toronto area rating apartments and landords. I looked at our old neighbourhood and it's actually cheaper to live there now than it used to be. We bought a house because the rent on our one bedroom apartment was going up to 1,200 a month and was actually going to be more than a mortgage. 
Now, the same one bedroom apartment in that building is going for $945 a decade later.
I guess some landords were forced to bring their rents down when the mass exodus to the 905 started.

I've linked to this site before, but Don't Date Him Girl has grown!
They now have hundreds of cheating pricks posted on the site. Some of the stories are really of pulp fiction caliber. 
Really, type in your city and see what comes up. I burned quite some time reading about the tricks some
low rent Cassanovas get away with.

Check out Dressing the Sopranos. I found it interesting.

Tech Support in the Middle Ages made me laugh!

Back during WWII, you had to have an attack plan for VD.

Racist horses is really odd, but funny. Oh, those Brits are a lot less politically correct than we are over here.

Here's The Last Supper done in cookies and sweets.

Ok, I gotta go...The Mister has big plans today and I'm supposed to already be ready...

I've heard the mother of this kid interviewed three times today.
Apparently, this 11 year old had a problem at school that escalated into a tantrum that included kicking, spitting, and hitting of school staff.
The Principal called the police and apparently they handcuffed the child.

The story doesn't sound right to me.
There is something missing from it.
The mother is taking the child's word for it (natch) and is blaming the school Principal for over-reacting, and calling police.
The interviewers are saying that the police were "way out of line" handcuffing an 11 year old.
I mean, she's only 11.

Are you kidding me?
I don't know how many of you have paid attention to the size of 11 year olds these days.
There are 11 year olds who are bigger and heavier than I am.
There are 11 year olds in this school who could kick my ass.

I'm finding it a little hard to comprehend how this situation escalated into this kid ending up in handcuffs but I can't imagine that it's "just because".
The police statement was that it was done to protect the girl from herself.
It must have been some tantrum.
I venture to think that it was less of a tantrum, than an attack.
I've seen them many, many times.
I have experienced a few myself.

A kid can kick, bite, slap, spit at, swear at, or head butt (happened to a colleague of mine) a teacher, but a teacher can't touch them.
You can't legally protect yourself because she's "just a child".
What else do you do but call the police?

All this happened over a coat?
Clearly, everyone is lying but this little girl.
The Principal, the Teachers and the Police are all lying about what happened.
It's a giant conspiracy.

I suggest to Teachers all over this city; the next time a child has a tantrum in your classroom, do as this child's mother suggests, and let the child "tantrum it out", knock themselves unconscious, and perhaps injure a few other children, and then the parents can sue you for not "ensuring the safety" of their children. They can accuse teachers of not doing anything about "bullies".

You're screwed, either way.
This shit makes my blood boil.
Everyone can talk, but how many would know what to do when faced with getting their ass kicked by an 11 year old?
Without the right to defend themselves.

Cute Overload.

Question.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've been able to see the man in the moon.

I've found out over the years that not everyone sees him.
The Mister can't.
He's tried to see what I see, but doesn't.


In my eyes, he's looking down on the Earth. His face a little to the left.
He looks sad and distressed with a furrowed brow, his mouth forming a little "oh".
When I was little, I used to feel sorry for him, and wonder why he was never happy.

Now, as an adult...I understand why.
Who could look down on what's going on upon this Earth and be happy?

My question is:
When you look up at the full moon, do you see him?

"Five teenage pupils at a Thornhill public school have become the latest Toronto-area members to run afoul of school authorities on Facebook.com. And with the city currently holding the title as the most populous place in the social networking website's world, they aren't likely to be the last".

I heard one of the Dad's interviewed on talk radio this morning.
I thought that the school must have meted out some pretty serious discipline over this.
Suspension or expulsion or something.
They shouldn't be slagging anyone online using their real names, and places of work. Turns out the kids won't be able to go to Montreal with their class in June.

Boo fucking hoo.

What a middle class whine-a-thon.
Those parents need to sit down and STFU.
This is something we need to jump on the backs of school administrators for?
Gimme a fucking break.

How many kids in this city aren't going anywhere with their graduating class at the end of June, and they haven't done anything to be punished for.
Besides, I'm sure those 5 teenagers don't want to go with those hated teachers anyway.

Whatever.

These people should love humanity as much as they do animals.

What kills me is that I'm sure that during times of their own or a relatives ill health, they've used drugs, and procedures that were perfected on animals.

I suppose they'd prefer Hitler's methods.