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This is what happens when I start wandering around Youtube. I run into videos that I would NO WAY post on Facebook!
Okay, I am no longer on Facebook. But if I WERE still on Facebook, I wouldn't post this. Because I have (okay HAD! Jesus!) little friends there who really shouldn't be acknowledging to their parents that they came by the video via good ol' Unka Mikey.
Hey. It's not like I'm Tom Flanagan, or anything. But there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with knowing that nobody will see this without LOOKING for it.
Unlikely.
But should it happen that somebody DOES take exception to anything I post here, I will take their concerns seriously, and will respond accordingly.
Meantime, Louis C.K. Awesome Possum.
Not a big fan of the Oscars. For one thing, they don't end until two hours after my bedtime.
I was a little more interested this year (thought not interested enough to stay up past my bedtime) since I had actually seen a couple of the movies.
But as a result of bailing on the Oscars and opting instead for bed, I missed seeing this interview. If I had known it was coming up, I MIGHT have stayed up to watch it!
THIS is how you handle an interview with honesty, humility, grace and humour.
Mark me down as a BIG Jennifer Lawrence fan!
Hope to see you there.
Hope to BE there!
When: March 3, 2013 at 1 PM
Where: Elks Hall - Queen Street, Raymore, Saskatchewan
TOPICS:
The legal case to recover the farmer-owned Canadian Wheat Board:
Stewart Wells, Friends of the CWBThe view from Ottawa:
Kyle Korneychuk, former elected CWB Director
Malcom Allan, MP
The Hon. Ralph Goodale, MP
Ruth Ellen Brosseau, MP (tentative)
Privatization of farmer-owned seed genetics: Bill Gehl, Chair, CWBA
Foreign ownership of farmland: The Saskatchewan situation:
Kathy Sproule, MLA
The International context: Matt Gehl, NFU
The social context: Dr. Jim Harding, retired professor of environmental and justice studies, University of Saskatchewan.
UPDATE!! They're going to serve supper at 5 pm. Cost you twenty bucks. But you have to email them, prior to 5 pm Friday March 1st if you want in on it.
"Now CDRC is impelled to join a charter challenge in order to defend the health interests of our patients," said Berger.
No shit. Where have we heard this before? And why is it that we must drag the harperland bozos into court every time they cross the lines of decency, morality, legality, or simple common sense in order to right the scales?
WHY must we continually and continuously have to haul our elected representatives into court in order for them to do what they should be doing anyway?
And why is it that we can condone - indeed, BLESS, a four-billion-dollar-a-year subsidy to the oil industry, while denying treatment to the poorest of the poor - someone who has arrived on our doorsteps begging our compassion?
Why do our pigs-in-the-trough Senators fly first class while kids die on our doorsteps?
And why do so many of my so-called Christian friends find this situation not only acceptable, but defendable and promotable?
I'm not a Christian, so I stand to be corrected, but just where in the bible did Christ say, "Me for me and screw you Charlie."?
And if you found someone lying, bleeding, by the side of the road, would you (assuming you actually pulled over to check on them) ask for their passport before you called 911?
Yes?
Really!
Yes???
Unfriend me.
(I apologize for the tone of this posting. But - in case it's not already sufficiently obvious - I'm pissed off.)
"I sail by stubborn stars, let rocks take heed,
and should I sink ... then sinking be my creed!"
- Kenneth Leslie (with a h/t to Dawg's Blawg)
This reminds me of a quote. I don't remember who said it, and I can't quote it word for word, but some lady somewhere, sometime, was reflecting on her high school years, and remembering the beauty queen, the miss popularity, the pretty cheerleader who went steady with the quarterback of the high school football team, but who had, in later years, fallen upon hard times.
In high school, she was envied and admired by all. She had the world by the tail no pun intended.
But the quote, if only I could find it or remember it, was to the effect that after all these years, she - and we - should have known that she was sitting on her groceries.
Courtesy of pogge, this. Thank you sensei.
Gronlid lost another good man yesterday. He died as he had lived - among friends, and helping out.
Godspeed, Rob. It was a privilege to know you.
BTW, THIS is the poem I was looking for when I found "For A Good Dog".
OLD MEN
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when ?
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.
- Ogden Nash
Rob, you were not an old man. It was too soon.
Sunday Morning Services for Slackers.
C'mon baby. It's Saturday night. Let's do the stroll.
(Thanks, Sooey! :-)
It's only incompetence if you get voted out. Otherwise, it's just politics.
Prepare for the end times, baby.
Was looking for something else, and found this:
FOR A GOOD DOGFor Roo.
My little dog ten years ago
Was arrogant and spry,
Her backbone was a bended bow
For arrows in her eye.
Her step was proud, her bark was loud,
Her nose was in the sky,
But she was ten years younger then,
And so, by God, was I.
Small birds on stilts along the beach
Rose up with piping cry,
And as they flashed beyond her reach
I thought to see her fly.
If natural law refused her wings,
That law she would defy,
For she could do unheard-of things,
And so, at times, could I.
Ten years ago she split the air
To seize what she could spy;
Tonight she bumps against a chair,
Betrayed by milky eye.
She seems to pant, Time up, time up!
My little dog must die,
And lie in dust with Hector's pup;
So, presently, must I.
- Ogden Nash
*in memory, too, of Bryan Streeton, who once said to me, "The more I get to know people, the more I love my dog."
It's a little early, but what the hell. Let's go. Welcome to the weekend kiddies. The Heathens, man ... my old standby.
During a recent trip, a taxi driver in Saskatoon told us of an incident a year or so ago when he was beaten up by his fares, and subsequently spent three months in hospital recovering from his injuries.
He no longer drives the night shift.
Driving taxi at night is a hazardous occupation, whether you are driving in Saskatoon or Vegas. Particularly at 4 a.m., it seems ...
Montreal Simon says it well.
Quite simply, our government cares about money.
Not people.
I'm wondering if this is not the very definition of cognitive dissonance: punishing people deemed "not criminally responsible" because of mental delusions, while at the same time creating an Office of Religious Freedom to protected deluded minorities from being punished.
"When enough people share a delusion, it loses its status as a psychosis and gets a religious tax exemption instead."
- Ronald de Sousa, "Why Think? Evolution and the Rational Mind"
With reference to Mr. Duffy (et. al.) ...
... as usual, Rick nails it.
Tired of shovelling your driveway?
From MOV to AVI to Movie Maker (to rotate) to WMV to Youtube to Zag.
There's probably a MUCH easier way of doing this!
Aspect ratio screwed up in translation too. I'm not NEARLY that wide IRL.
Plus I'm much better-looking.
This just in. Duncan is gone.
One hopes that this latest expulsion (sic) is due to the Idle No More movement, and that the trend continues.
Next to go? Duffy, Wallin, and the Senate. Followed (hopefully) by the harper government.
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one ...
Welcome to the weekend, kiddies! :-)
Any Gronlidians out there who have Sasktel Voice Messaging? Does the red light on your land line flash when you have a voice message waiting?
Mine does not. I can get the 'stutter tone' when I pick up the phone, but no red light. Sasktel is now telling me that the flashing red light option does not exist for Gronlid.
If your experience is otherwise, please let me know, and I will go to war.
First, this:
Then, THIS.
The reaction of my grandaughter when my daughter showed "The Scared is scared" to her.
How sweet is THAT!!!
A Pittance. A Lear Jet alone will set you back ten mill. If Pierre had left me a million plus, I could have burned through it in a weekend. Easy.
You don't think this news item is about demonizing the Great White Hope of the Liberals, do you?
Nah. I didn't think so.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's an important message from The Sideburns Crew.
Okay, some political stuff. Those of you who tune out political stuff need not click. It's political stuff.
There IS a personal connection here, though. In a five-degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon way. (Wanna shake the hand that shook the hand that shook the hand that shook the hand of John Lennon? Come see me!)
My friend Ted (he says, puffing out his chest) knew Murray Dobbin when he (Murray, not Ted) ran a shop on Broadway.
Here's Murray's take on Brazeau, Harper, and Idle No More.
THIS is why I don't play the guitar any more.
(Okay, I have started to peck away at it again after a haitus of about 20 years.)
But I watch this, and I am in awe.
Jesus.
Trust.
In an attempt to explain the effect my withdrawal from Facebook might have on the Facebook faithful, and the world at large, I made reference to this poem that I ran across when I was a teenager. I tried to find it a while ago using search engines, and came up empty. I tried again today, and I found it:
There Is No Indispensable Man
Just about forgot! THIS!!!: The Bear's Den!
I think I might be interested in Zero Dark Thirty.