I am back. Well, it was a sad day in the world of entertainment today. Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died. The funniest thing is that there is actually a connection. I used to whack off to the Farrah poster when I hit puberty and that is exactly what Michael Jackson would have done to me at that time.
It is amazing how it all fits together in the cosmic puzzle that is life. Just thought I would share that thought. Ciao!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
It was 20 years ago today....that I last saw John Entwhistle, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townsend play
I am back. It is another walk down memory lane for me today. It was 20 years ago today that I saw The Who in concert at Exhibition Stadium. That is the real highlight of the memory. The trouble with that show, where I was the only to wear earplugs (we had front row floor seats) and before the show my friends made fun of me. Afterward, as their ears were ringing, I was commended on being so prescient. I learned my lesson a year earlier at the Pink Floyd show. It was a Friday and my ears were still ringing come the Tuesday.
As I said, that was the highlight. The lowlight was my pals picked me up from in front of Women's College Hospital. I had gone there from work to visit my father. Two days earlier, June 21, 1989, he received a preliminary diagnosis of leukemia (acute myologenous leukemia, to be exact), was admitted to the hospital on the 22nd (where the diagnosis was confirmed) and received his first chemo treatment on the 23rd.
It was not a fun day, to say the least. It would make for a less than fun summer. Between articling (in the litigation rotation, blah), ball hockey and visiting my father in the hospital each evening after work and on weekends, there was not much time to "enjoy" the weather or what were typical, for me anyway, summertime activities.
He did make it through the summer and so did I, so that was good. Now, 20 years later and I still have not forgotten. Then again, I have dredged up 25 and 30+ year old recollections, so 20 years is really a short time in my mind.
Just wanted to share that with y'all. I hope you are all keeping cool and tomorrow promises to be a real scorcher. Ciao!
As I said, that was the highlight. The lowlight was my pals picked me up from in front of Women's College Hospital. I had gone there from work to visit my father. Two days earlier, June 21, 1989, he received a preliminary diagnosis of leukemia (acute myologenous leukemia, to be exact), was admitted to the hospital on the 22nd (where the diagnosis was confirmed) and received his first chemo treatment on the 23rd.
It was not a fun day, to say the least. It would make for a less than fun summer. Between articling (in the litigation rotation, blah), ball hockey and visiting my father in the hospital each evening after work and on weekends, there was not much time to "enjoy" the weather or what were typical, for me anyway, summertime activities.
He did make it through the summer and so did I, so that was good. Now, 20 years later and I still have not forgotten. Then again, I have dredged up 25 and 30+ year old recollections, so 20 years is really a short time in my mind.
Just wanted to share that with y'all. I hope you are all keeping cool and tomorrow promises to be a real scorcher. Ciao!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
This just in.....
I am back. It is a quick and special Saturday post. I heard something very odd last evening. I kept hearing the term "beauty shop" used. I heard a woman saying that she goes to the "beauty shop" once a week. I looked at the whole situation. I thought multiply that by 52 (number of weeks in a year) and multiply that by 25 (as in years this has been done). All I can say, given my observation of the present, is that the "beauty shop" has OBVIOUSLY been misnamed. After a good, and that is debatable, 1300 trips to the "beauty shop", I cannot see the "beauty".
That may be just me.
Also, what do you make of a person who cannot spell the Lad's name correctly? This is a person who has known the Lad since birth. That is 12 fucking years of attempting to spell his name and 12 fucking years of being corrected. It is 5, count 'em, 5, fucking letters. What is the problem there? Actually, that is a rhetorical question, I know the problem, nobody else wants to admit it or see it for what it is.
I mean FIL got the Lad's name wrong. He called him all sorts of names that were similar, but wrong. He even got him a birthday cake with his name misspelled. It was funny. Of course, the dementia had taken root (again with nobody else acknowledging, or wanting to acknowledge, it). He gets special dispensation for that. I cannot give that here.
Going to run. Ciao!
That may be just me.
Also, what do you make of a person who cannot spell the Lad's name correctly? This is a person who has known the Lad since birth. That is 12 fucking years of attempting to spell his name and 12 fucking years of being corrected. It is 5, count 'em, 5, fucking letters. What is the problem there? Actually, that is a rhetorical question, I know the problem, nobody else wants to admit it or see it for what it is.
I mean FIL got the Lad's name wrong. He called him all sorts of names that were similar, but wrong. He even got him a birthday cake with his name misspelled. It was funny. Of course, the dementia had taken root (again with nobody else acknowledging, or wanting to acknowledge, it). He gets special dispensation for that. I cannot give that here.
Going to run. Ciao!
Friday, June 19, 2009
He's just a singer in a rock 'n roll band
I am back and no two week layoff, though you may wish it had been so. I just had one thought and wanted to mention that the Lad's "graduation" was quite nice. Those grade 6s had their party afterward. All the girls were dolled or tarted up. It was kind of insane.
I do not know much about women, let alone those about to or just hitting puberty, so I am not sure if any of that was normal. All I have to go on was my younger sister and even then I was to into my own shit/life to really take much notice or care. Here, it was in my face.
Apparently, the Lad is the singer in a rock and roll band. He has buddies who play drums, bass and guitar and they needed a singer. The chose the right dude. The Lad could always sing (so says our music producer cousin who has had him record in his studio). I only heard them jam.
The only time they performed for me was when I was picking the Lad up from practice (they were doing it twice a week for a good month there) and I asked them to play for me. They had been working all afternoon so the energy level was low and they were not as tight as it probably was earlier. I took it in that vein.
A couple of the parents, quietly, hung around to see their son and the band. They said it was amazing. The Lad was working the stage and sounded great, apparently. We are going to a performance on Tuesday at another parent's house. I am looking forward to that.
Well, that is it for now, just wanted to rave about the Lad (in case I do not do that enough, I want it in writing, just to show him if need be). Have a good one. Ciao!
I do not know much about women, let alone those about to or just hitting puberty, so I am not sure if any of that was normal. All I have to go on was my younger sister and even then I was to into my own shit/life to really take much notice or care. Here, it was in my face.
Apparently, the Lad is the singer in a rock and roll band. He has buddies who play drums, bass and guitar and they needed a singer. The chose the right dude. The Lad could always sing (so says our music producer cousin who has had him record in his studio). I only heard them jam.
The only time they performed for me was when I was picking the Lad up from practice (they were doing it twice a week for a good month there) and I asked them to play for me. They had been working all afternoon so the energy level was low and they were not as tight as it probably was earlier. I took it in that vein.
A couple of the parents, quietly, hung around to see their son and the band. They said it was amazing. The Lad was working the stage and sounded great, apparently. We are going to a performance on Tuesday at another parent's house. I am looking forward to that.
Well, that is it for now, just wanted to rave about the Lad (in case I do not do that enough, I want it in writing, just to show him if need be). Have a good one. Ciao!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Just checking in once again
I am back. I apologize for the long delay. I did not intend to not post for two weeks. It just happened. I owe a happy birthday shout out to the Willmeister, though I have NEVER referred to him as that before and probably never will again. It is late (by about 9 days) but I did speak to him on his special day.
Tomorrow is the Lad's "graduation". I am not sure why anybody is making a big deal about this one. It is only grade fucking 6. If I thought that this was something special, as opposed to expected, then it would be ballgame over as far as I am concerned. Just thought I would clarify that for y'all.
Now, I could go on into the fun in Iran. The chickens may be coming home to roost after 30 years. Potentially rigged elections and the Ayatollahs in an uproar. The shoe is definitely on the other foot. When the shooting begins, what will be the real difference between SAVAK and the Revolutionary Guard? Not much.
The best part is that Iran is "blaming" the US for fomenting the demonstrations. In this case, I see the US is hands off and letting the Iranian theocracy stew in its own juices. This is their mess, 30 years in the making, and now they will have to lie in it.
I am done for now, AND I will be back soon. Ciao!
Tomorrow is the Lad's "graduation". I am not sure why anybody is making a big deal about this one. It is only grade fucking 6. If I thought that this was something special, as opposed to expected, then it would be ballgame over as far as I am concerned. Just thought I would clarify that for y'all.
Now, I could go on into the fun in Iran. The chickens may be coming home to roost after 30 years. Potentially rigged elections and the Ayatollahs in an uproar. The shoe is definitely on the other foot. When the shooting begins, what will be the real difference between SAVAK and the Revolutionary Guard? Not much.
The best part is that Iran is "blaming" the US for fomenting the demonstrations. In this case, I see the US is hands off and letting the Iranian theocracy stew in its own juices. This is their mess, 30 years in the making, and now they will have to lie in it.
I am done for now, AND I will be back soon. Ciao!
Thursday, June 04, 2009
The Return
I am back and it has been a while. I was busy and then exhausted. Now, I am better, not that I was too bad to begin with. Where was I from when we lasted chatted, er when I lasted dictated?
I must have gone on about barbecues, frozen burgers and alcohol not mixing. I mean there were no fireworks issues there.
I am quite sure that I had something to say, and it may have been funny, but the exhaustion took it away.....well away. Now, all I see are dead people, or is that death and grief and sorrow and murder.....or is that just North Korea.
It appears that Kim Jong Il has taken leave of his senses, or what ever senses he had. He is now playing a dangerous game of chicken with the world. Testing nukes, launching missiles, it is as if he had one hell of a stroke and part of his brain was damaged. That is the part that made him realize he could get more by being annoying with his nukes and then launching his country into a clear oblivion. Somehow, and it could be due to brain damage from his stroke, he has taken a more belicose path.
The problem is that his is a tiny nation and could be easily taken out. There would be collateral damage, mainly refugees overrunning the Chinese border, not to mention the threat to South Korea and an assured North Korean scorched earth policy. As I have said before, the people of North Korea, notwithstanding their lives, do not have much of anything to lose, as they have nothing and barely enough food. The real losers would be the North Korean powerbrokers and regime as they would be hunted down and the party would be over fairly quickly. They would leave a shit load of damage in their wake, human and otherwise.
You are looking at War Crimes trials, too. I cannot see them wanting to go there. They have too much to lose. They live a good life at the expense of the general population. People who had the misfortune of being born above the 38th parallel so they lost that little geography lottery. They got the prize of some sort of indentured servitude to a State and the family Kim.
I guess that there is nothing funny about that.
Enough of this screed, I hope to be back real soon, like tomorrow. Ciao!
I must have gone on about barbecues, frozen burgers and alcohol not mixing. I mean there were no fireworks issues there.
I am quite sure that I had something to say, and it may have been funny, but the exhaustion took it away.....well away. Now, all I see are dead people, or is that death and grief and sorrow and murder.....or is that just North Korea.
It appears that Kim Jong Il has taken leave of his senses, or what ever senses he had. He is now playing a dangerous game of chicken with the world. Testing nukes, launching missiles, it is as if he had one hell of a stroke and part of his brain was damaged. That is the part that made him realize he could get more by being annoying with his nukes and then launching his country into a clear oblivion. Somehow, and it could be due to brain damage from his stroke, he has taken a more belicose path.
The problem is that his is a tiny nation and could be easily taken out. There would be collateral damage, mainly refugees overrunning the Chinese border, not to mention the threat to South Korea and an assured North Korean scorched earth policy. As I have said before, the people of North Korea, notwithstanding their lives, do not have much of anything to lose, as they have nothing and barely enough food. The real losers would be the North Korean powerbrokers and regime as they would be hunted down and the party would be over fairly quickly. They would leave a shit load of damage in their wake, human and otherwise.
You are looking at War Crimes trials, too. I cannot see them wanting to go there. They have too much to lose. They live a good life at the expense of the general population. People who had the misfortune of being born above the 38th parallel so they lost that little geography lottery. They got the prize of some sort of indentured servitude to a State and the family Kim.
I guess that there is nothing funny about that.
Enough of this screed, I hope to be back real soon, like tomorrow. Ciao!
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