THIS IMAGE SAYS IT ALL
Not a huge fan of Cox & Forkum and their drawings (little too “Red State” for me) but this one is a perfect commentary.
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ONE LAST WHACK
As 2004 winds down, it’s time to take one last whack at the nutjob fundamentalists who turn religion into an ugly, monstrous beast. What do you get when you take these whackos and add the tsunami disaster? You get this piece of shit
!@(nutjob.jpg http://www.eyeno.net/images/nutjob.jpg “nutjob”) (click to enlarge) Brought to you by the loving caring people at The Westboro Baptist Church. Notice their website is called “GodHatesFags.com”. Nice touch that. In case, you’ve gotten sick reading their vomit on paper, their major point is that the tsunami did God’s work by killing 2000 homosexual Swedes. Nothing says God’s love like raging homophobia. Congratulations Westboro Baptist Church, You win the coveted “EyeNo AssHat Of The Year Award”!
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QUOTE OF THE DAY
Abraham Lincoln
>“People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.”
TSUNAMI AFTERMATH
Kevin Sites is blogging from Thailand on the effects of the killer tsunami. His interview with 2 survivors and pictures of the devestation are gripping.
UPDATE: For a comprehensive list of agencies who are accepting donations, check this link at The Command Post. They need your help folks.
GMAIL ACCOUNT ANYONE?
If anyone still needs a GMail account, let me know at eyeno1[at]gmail[dot]com
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Susan Ertz
>“Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.”
THAT’S A WRAP
Jerry Orbach, who appeared on TV’s Law and Order for 12 years, has died of prostate cancer. Orbach had a long career on Broadway before joining the show as a wisecracking seen-it-all detective.
I’ve been hooked on L&O for years and I’ll miss him.
GEEKING OUT
Yesterday I spent nearly 7 hours watching the 2 supplementary DVDs that came with the extended version of “The Return Of The King”. I was in heaven.
I first Tolkien’s Trilogy over 30 years ago and they remain my favorite books to this day. Skepticism was my first reaction when I heard that they were going to attempt to film the epic story of Frodo and Sam but I’ve loved each of the movies with the final chapter being the best.
To see the devotion that went into making these movies is truly inspiring. Some of the technical wizards spent over 4 years on the project and it was a labour of love.
If you liked the movies, you’ll enjoy watching how they were made.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Alfred Hitchcock
>“Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.”
SUNDAY’S PICTURE
It’s cold outside and the snow is over a foot high now. Time to remember that the flowers will bloom again.
SILENT NIGHT
Christmas morning at 7 am. Not a creature is stirring, except for the big cat that is laying in my lap as I type this.
Still dark, still cold, still…still. Snow is gently falling and you can actually hear it hit the ground it’s so quiet here. In a hour or so the rest of the house will waken and Christmas will start in full force. Gifts to open, a turkey that needs stuffing - all the happy hustle and bustle of a day with family.
But for now, I’ll just go out and listen to the snow fall.
NORTHERN BLOGGING
Writing this post on my mother’s Windows 98 that is connected by 56k dialup. Good Lord, did I really used to connect at 9600 baud?
Cold as hell up here but so beautiful. The snow in the backyard is up to my knees. I had to go out and put more corn out for the deer. One showed up this afternoon for a quick snack. We’ve all seen deer but when one is 20 feet from you, you feel blessed.
I think I’ll risk the frostbite and take a hike tomorrow as the sun come up and get some pictures. I’ll share them if this darn connection will even let me upload.
Merry Christmas Blogosphere!
OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS
Travel day. Off to Maxine’s to spend Christmas in the trees.
To all of you who take the time to read this, I wish you the very best wishes of the season. Hopefully we’ll all be able to spend time with the people we love.
Peace.
WHAT’S ON YOUR JUKEBOX
This is a fun meme. Open your music player, set it to shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that play. Here’s my list:
>Pachelbel’s Canon by The Canadian Brass
>Lotus Leaves by Bob James
>Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve
>Sail Away by Sonny Terry & Brownie McGee
>It Came Upon A Midnight Clear by Fourplay
>You Keep Me Hangin’ On by Vanilla Fudge
>Manic Depression by Jimi Hendrix
>Season Of The Witch by Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger & The Trinity
>Into The Fire by Bruce Springsteen
>Cavan Pothole by Sharon Shannon
There you have it. Now your job is to link back to this posting and enter your own selection. No cheating!
I found out about this from J-Walk who got it from Ed Bott.
Don’t break the chain or you will receive a very embarassing rash.
A WHITE CHRISTMAS
Well, no dreaming required in Toronto this year. We got dumped on overnight. About 15cm has fallen so far and right now we’re going through a little spell of freezing rain just to make sure that the roads are positively shitty. Driving a Jeep, I didn’t have any problems this morning as I made my rounds except for the amnesia sufferers who act like they’ve never seen this white crap before. The weather forecast should have read “scattered periods of lunatics and idiots” instead of a winter storm warning. Cmon people, it ain’t that difficult. You can’t inch through a snowbank left by the plough, you have to take a run at it.
Once you get past the driving, it’s not so bad outside. A great day to be inside, content in the knowledge that your Christmas shopping is done (except for the wrapping) and you can sit back in smug satisfaction as you listen to the talking heads on TV who warn that today is the busiest shopping day of the year. You poor bastards who are driving around looking for a parking space at the mall. I see the look of desperation in your eyes. “Next year”, you solemnly promise, “I won’t wait to the last moment”. Yes you will. Men are hard-wired to procrastinate and Christmas raises that trait to an art form. Cheer up - the gas stations are open all night and who can’t use a gallon of windshield washer?
So today finds me doing laundry and gift wrapping. Tonight we’ll deliver a few gifts to our friends and tomorrow we’re off to Wasaga Beach to spend a few days with Maxine.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!
A CHRISTMAS MEMORY
Way back in late 1967, my father decided that it was time to move yet one more time. My whole childhood was a series of exercises in packing and unpacking. From Ontario to New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island to Nova Scotia and finally back to Ontario. It’s no wonder that I only remember snippets of my early years. Unlike those who spend most of their time in one place, I have no physical anchor points. I can’t look at the house down the street and remember how we stole the pumpkin on Halloween. I can’t drive a few miles and see the spot where I first kissed a girl - hell, I can’t even remember what province that was in.
My memory is filled with disjointed scenes like a weird David Lynch movie. Watching my best friend in Peterborough burn himself when we decided that our games with plastic soldiers would go better with the addition of gasoline. Falling through the ice into Chocolate Lake in Halifax in December with Evan Nickerson where we would have surely died if it wasn’t for a young student who jumped in and saved us. Going with two beautiful girls at the same time who knew about each other (aah, the glorious 60s).
Anyway, back to the story. Dad had been transferred to Vancouver and we had to be there before the first of the New Year. It was time to go. We watched the movers load our posessions for the long snowy drive across the continent. I really don’t remember why we had to move right before Christmas but there we were, four of us in the whale that was the Plymouth Custom Surburban station wagon equipped with 8 track player and studded tires.
My father loved to drive. One of the things I inherited from him was the quest to “MAKE GOOD TIME”. The autombile club said the best winter route between Toronto and Vancouver was through the States so off we went. Again my memory is fragmentary but I remember rain, snow, ice, snow and rain in that order. We got snowed in at Grand Island Nebraska where we stayed at a Holiday Inn. The experience was like some bad disaster movie that Irwin Allen might have coughed up when he was a little behind in paying his bills. Everything was white and nothing was moving. I don’t remember how long we were there and if the little girl got to the hospital in time for her transplant (OK, I made that part up) but finally we hit the road and Goddamitt, we had to MAKE SOME TIME UP. Ted drove long and hard. We watched cars spin off the road somewhere in the Dakotas and we ran over birds that were frozen to the road (that part I’m not making up).
Finally we got through the mountains and left the snow behind. Christmas Day was spent in Portland Oregon and it rained. Rain? My whole life had been spent with Christmas’ of white. So there we are stuck in a motel with the rain coming down. I was pissed at having to move yet again, I was tired from sitting in a car all day fighting with my sister and listening to the 8 track of “Kismet”. And now this? Take your Merry Christmas and stick it up your fucking ass Santa. On the other hand, I remember that I got a table radio which was pretty cool.
After the big day it was time to push north towards Vancouver. We made it and checked in to a motel in North Vancouver called The Maples. I’m sure it’s long gone now and has been replaced with a Starbucks (everything in Vancouver gets replaced with a Starbucks or a Payless Shoe Store) but back then it was a quaint little place that had kitchenettes. You see, we had to wait for our furniture to arrive - the moving company drivers weren’t as good as my Old Man and didn’t MAKE GOOD TIME. As a matter of fact, they made terrible time and we ended up staying at The Maples for what seemed like an eternity.
We survived. I learned to love Vancouver. I lost my virginity there. I got to know recreational drugs fairly well. I earned my first paycheque working for a Japanese family in a third story warehouse near a bar that opened at 9 am. I got married, I got divorced. I shared a house with a bunch of guys from New Zealand and Australia and got to know and love their bent senses of humor. I grew up.
As another Christmas fast approaches, I look back on the winter of ‘67 and, with the mellowing that comes with age, smile at the memory.
Maybe next year I’ll dredge up the details of how we had Christmas dinner at a Polynesian resturant in downtown Halifax.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
John Burroughs
>“It is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.”
JUST FOR FUN
Ever wonder what your icons are doing when you’re not watching the screen? The gory details
THE HUNTRESS
She has a glazed look as she scans the area. Hunting has been good but there is a gnawing feeling in her mind that she has forgotten something. Surely her catch would satisfy everyone but - what if it didn’t? She would bear the shame for months. The others would look at her and she would see the disappointment in their eyes. She didn’t provide. Has she lost a step as she gets older? Can we trust her again?
Back and forth she looks, searching for that which would hide from her. She still has her skills. Nothing was a match for her years of honing her art. She remembersd a hunt many years ago when, at the last minute, she tracked and caught the perfect one. It was small and rare and it had hid among larger, less cunning targets but she knew it was there. Many of her kind had passed the same spot and had settled for the slow, the large, the easy. But not her. From across the expanse she saw it. Careful now, don’t alert the others or someone closer might grab it! Slowly she approached its lair and, like lightining, she pounced. The prize was hers!
Shaking herself from memory, she finally decides that there is nothing more here worth taking. Perhaps she’ll spot something on the long trip home. Resigning herself, she turns as the cashier asks, “Will that be cash or charge?”.
THE READING LIST
On Friday I ordered some books from Amazon, using the handy link that you find on the right side of this page (hint hint, I get a referral fee). Amazingly, they were delivered yesterday! That’s some service.
Picked up America (The Book) by Jon Stewart of “The Daily Show” fame. Absolutely hilarious. At the same time, I picked up both books written by Wil Wheaton. “Just A Geek” and “Dancing Barefoot” are both taken from his blog entries. Wheaton is a fine young writer. If the name sounds familiar it’s because he’s probably better known as Ensign Wesley Crusher on the Star Trek - The Next Generation series. Young Wil is now in his 30’s with a wife and 2 stepchildren. I just finished his recount of his first meeting with William Shatner and it’s both funny and poignant.
All 3 books will probably be finished before the end of the week because, once I start reading, I can’t stop.
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