Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Wrong

Ewwww. I don't like gothic books. How could they get me so wrong?

GenreGothics
GOTHICS! - Deep, dark, mysterious and melodramatic.
You are drawn to write tales of the shadows and
what might lurk there. Could it be Love? Or
Madness? Anne Rice and Brahm Stoker are your
guides.

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Friday, November 18, 2005

Canada's 100 Most Important Books

Another arbitrary list has reared its head. This one is of Canada's one hundred most important books as revealed by the Literary Review of Canada. Nominations were open to contributors and readers and a jury then decided the final 100. They went in chronological order instead of any kind of ranking. I saw one Newfoundland book there--Wayne Johnston's The Colony of Unrequited Dreams. I loved that book so I'm glad it got there but, as I've said before, I never quite get these lists.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Bad blogger, bad blogger

I've been a bad blogger. The truth is that the last week has been crazy busy with visits from in-laws, multiple birthdays and an anniversary. Jeez. It's feast or famine around here. Either I'm bored to death and could blog ad nauseum about everything and anything or I can't get a few minutes to put together two thoughts about anything. I think in a day or two I'll get back to ranting more often.

In the meantime, I have a few words to say about Joan Cleary. The truth is that I don't begrudge her. I mean if someone came up to me and said hey, you have no discernable qualitfications but here's a job that pays $100,000 a year (that's what I heard was the salary on Open Line this morning anyway), I'd say sign me up. It's the politicians who do the appointing that bug me. The PCs complained loudly about patronage when they were in the opposition. Now, the shoe is on the other foot and it looks to be Manolo Blahnik (tres expensive). Anyway, Mr. Williams, I'm here waiting if you want to make an offer.

Now that I've started, I could rant on about Trevor Taylor's new job, the new PQ leader, Iraq, softwood lumber, the crumbling government. Stop me, for God's sake. I have another family dinner to get to.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Lest We Forget

Yesterday was a busy day so I never got a chance to post about Rememberance Day. It is always a contemplative day for me. I really feel sad as each year passes and we lose more of our remaining veterans of the World Wars and as less people seem to care about the unbelievable sacrifices they made. I remember it a lot, not just this time of year. I remember it every time I vote and am thankful for the opportunity, even lots of times when I post to this blog since I am thankful for the right to speak my mind. I even think of it when the fools on Survivor bawl when, after five weeks, they get letters from home. If five weeks of self imposed absence from family can make someone cry like that when they hear from home, just imagine what being in a foreign country, while practically still a child, while gunfire whirls around you, as you see your buddies dying, and know you could be next at any minute, could do to you. I don't think most of us could imagine and, thanks to those who fought for us already, most of us won't have to. There are Canadians out there fighting and peacekeeping today too and I remember them as well. Never, never, forget.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Bane of my existence

I hate them. I hate that they exist but most of all I hate the way they hang around, waiting for me to pick up a dishcloth one of them is having a nap in or open a book one is snoozing in. It is always when I am distracted, when I don't have enough sense to be paranoid and shake the thing first. I hate it when they hang on the ceiling waiting to drop on me. It's like they know. You know, if you've had them, what I'm talking about. I'm speaking of the fu%$ing earwigs. I've tried everything. I've sprayed with the pesticide stuff and with the sudsy water, put out traps of soya sauce and vegetable oil. I've done it all and they do seem a little less but they are still here. They still manage to get in through every crack (even though I thought we'd caulked every single one) and hang out in my home. Uninvited. I didn't ask them in so I have no qualm in killing them. I just want to know how the fu%$ I am supposed to get rid of them once and for all. Maybe I could move. There must be places where they don't exist. Surely, Craig Welsh is not up in Iqaluit, finding earwigs in his soapdish. Even though most people around here have them, I still feel so alone in this battle. I think we need some video game type killing machines, like a ray gun or something, so we can decimate the lot of them. Who's with me?

Monday, November 07, 2005

Bleeding tongue

So, I’ve been biting and biting, trying to avoid even mentioning the G word. I mean it’s been almost a week now so I think I’ve been a good girl. Now, I’ll say it. Gomery. Are you sick of it? Maybe. Maybe you feel like a good yawn through all of it. Crooked politicians! Gasp! Someone no longer associated with the government is blamed! Shudder! I mean, come off it. Everyone knew that Paul Martin, despite being in charge of government finances at the time, would come out smelling like a rose, while the gone but never forgotten Chretian would come out smelling like your neighborhood gas station washroom after the big chili and baked bean sale.

The truth is that no one wants anything too bad to happen to Martin because we’d all like a majority government next time and as long as Harper and the reformed reformers are the main alternative, the liberals are all we’ve got. Sad, but true. The NDP have great ideas but never seem to have a chance, mainly because the west votes one way, the east another and Quebec votes en Bloc. We have four main parties in our parliament and this system makes it tough to get a clear winner. The Progressive Conservatives used to at least be a viable alternative but too many former PCs are scared of what voting Reform, Conservative would do to the country. I am (though I was never a PC, per say). I have voted for every party at one time or other but not the new Conservative Party. I get a bad feeling, when they struggle to go against the policies of their old party (or worse, to try and go back on what some idiot in their party has said), kind of like something gritty in my eyes. Must be the wool they’re trying to pull over them.

So Gomery was no big surprise. We saw the whole thing play out and knew who would fall and who would stand. I think the bigger story here is that we have a government we seemingly accept, no matter how fraudulent their crimes. I think it says more about the competition than the party itself. Maybe it says a lot about us too.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Another life lost at Cape Spear

VOCM news is reporting that another tourist has been swept away at Cape Spear, this the second one in a few weeks. There are barriers telling people to stay back but I guess they're not working. Not sure what else Parks Canada can do but I think it is time to rethink the whole thing. Maybe they need bigger signs or people around to warn people of the danger but the sad truth is no one thinks it could happen to them. Sad that two people (and those with them) had to find that out the hard way.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

I'se a press secretary



Smart, sexy, and sassy, both the press and other staffers know not to mess with Claudia Jean. A natural at her job, the press secretary is sensitive toward women's issues and stands up for 'the Sisterhood.' Her wit and one-liners along with her lip synching ability are known across the land.

:: Which West Wing character are you? ::


Hee hee. Me likie (at first I was that annoying Sam Seaborn but I changed my mind on a few things and now I am CJ. I mean, Sam is not even there anymore, for God's sake.).

Thanks to John (who got it from Daveberta).

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Too much of a mediocre thing

Sly Stallone is bringing back both Rocky and Rambo. Now, I'll admit I liked the original Rocky and liked the look of him in First Blood, the first Rambo movie, but the recurring skits in shows like SNL keep coming to mind. You know, they'd show a Rocky 10 preview with a cane-wielding Stallone. It was a standard joke for a while and now it's coming true. Okay, it's Rocky 6 and Rambo 4 but jees, that's too much isn't it? And oooh, guess what, Rambo goes to Vietnam for a girl. Gee, that's original. Sly said it best himself when he said (about a remake of Rocky), "Well, who would I be fighting - arthritis, a slipped disc?'"