I was so busy recovering from a wild weekend that I missed my own blog’s second anniversary. I suppose the hot tub truck photos are commemoration enough.
If you’re wondering where all the entries prior to July 2003 are, they’re in my old Blogger-based blog. The archives for that blog start at November 10, 2001 and end at August 4, 2003.
Kathy “Relapsed Catholic” Shaidle is not handling David Miller’s mayoral election victory very well:
Toronto’s new civic slogan is: WHAT ASH-HEAP OF HISTORY?
Torontonians have elected a man whose heroes are pompous blowhard Bruce Springsteen and two-faced millionaire RFK Jr. I wonder how long the heroin shooting galleries will take to show up in Parkdale storefronts.
Of course, a quick perusal of Kathy’s blog archives will show her hero is drooling hyper-reactionary pin-up Ann Coulter. Given Kathy’s gift for hyperbole and her tendency to paint Toronto’s entire Chinese community with the same “why do we let these people in the country?” brush, you can always say “I wonder how long it’ll be before she writes an article claiming that the blood of white babies is a necessary ingredient in egg rolls”.
I anticipate the return salvo. Feel free to throw your two cents in the comments, and let’s keep the barbs witty and civilized. I’ll try and answer as quickly as I can, but there’s some software that ain’t gonna write itself.
I’m sure David Janes will represent the Reasonable Right with a less-drooly writeup soon (he’s got a kid and has to software that ain’t gonna write itself — and in Java, no less — so I understand that I’ll have to wait for his take).
My favourite summaries so far are by Rick McGinnis on his election blog.
Now I have to go and make the Internet a better place. More later!
As the tradition for this day and in memory of those who are honoured by this day, a moment of silence on an otherwise noisy blog.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— John McCrae
For your sacrifices, you have my eternal gratitude.
I’ve been getting email asking for photos from the hot tub all day, so here they are!
First, a look at the Hot Tub Truck from the side:
And now, from the back. That’s Michelle Turingan flipping the bird. As you’ll see in later pictures, she likes to do that.
For the rest of the photos, click here or on the picture below:
I have about 300 photos to sort through, so it may take a few more hours before those birthday party / hot tub photos go online. However, since some people are bored at work, here’s another photo from the tub.
If I ever release a country album, this has to be the album cover:
Happy birthday to two geeks who have my respect and admiration: Jamie “jwz” Zawinski and Aaron “aaronsw” Swartz!
Aaron turned 17, a fine age. Why, I remember that when I was 17, it was a very good year. There was this girl, see, and…
Hmmm.
On second thought, Aaron, buy a good WWI-style army helmet with a wide brim. As my buddy Festus used to say, “Sometimes the shit comes down so heavy, you have to wear a hat.”