Meow!

I think they should have a crossover between Degrassi: The Next Generation and Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Furthermore, I wonder if America’s Funniest Home Videos has a catalogue of clips that were too EXTREEEEEEEEEME for TV. Like, tiny tots being “whoops-a-daisy’d” into ceiling fans and dogs having their ears bitten off by ostriches and whatnot. I’d like to see that episode. I like to see bulldozers tipping over as much as the next guy.

I’ve been swimming for the last couple of weeks. I’m getting better. I think. But it’s hard to tell. It’s been more enjoyable since I’ve been using Marlo’s goggles but I sill have to stop at the end of every length and empty them out of water. Also I don’t like that last 10 feet of the length where I can’t touch the bottom. Also also it’s hard to swim when there are other people in my lane. I’m always worried about crashing into them, or them crashing into me. Also there’s always one kid with a life jacket (I’m going during ADULT SWIM mind you!) or crazy old lady who will come into the lane and start doing hydrobics, making it more awkward. Usually the last half hour before the pool closes is the best because the people clear out and I can pretend that I’m in The Poseidon Adventure swimming to freedom thanks to the arbitrarily superior leadership of Gene Hackman.

I forgot to tape Babblebar Balabiba on Saturday. Which was stupid because I was home, for a change.

Sweet Dreams are Made of Ninjas

Strange dream last night. Marlo and I were in Janet’s old place while she’s away in Japan, and criticizing her choice in furniture (not your real life furniture, Janet – the stuff my subconscious put there). Then there a bunch of people came in and there were a bunch of physical contests (probably a result of me watching a couple hours of Kenny vs Spenny the other night with Stewie) and eventually the dream focused on one guy. The guy was very competitive and after a couple of contests he left the house and got in a cab. The cab was driven by Joe Pesci in a blonde wig. They got into this part of town that Pesci was nervous about and rightly so because ….NINJAS!!!! The guy got out of the cab and was checking out this sort of a mansion and all these ninjas started coming out and attacking him. He started to do wacky things like jumping backwards off of tall stone fences and grabbing lips of the fence lower down with his fingertips, blocking sword blades with the palm of his hand, and suchlike. One of the ninjas was doublefisting flaming crossbows.

I'm feeling fat and sassy!

Apart from TONMO–The Octopus News Magazine Online–I have been unable to find ecological organizations that take donations via PayPal. Sure, I could give my credit card number to Greenpeace, but I don’t have my VISA number memorized like I do the PayPal website address.

BUT! I am linking a new website for your entertainment and education: badscience.net. Dr Ben Goldacre writes for the Guardian in the UK and there is a host of fabulous articles debunking bad science and slyly commenting on the media’s spurious representations of science. Just one small example that had me chuckling was in the “Least Plausible Cosmetic Claim” of the 2004 Bad Science Awards :

…the winner was a hair-straightening treatment by Bioionic, called Ionic Hair Retexturizing: “Water molecules are broken down to a fraction of their previous size … diminutive enough to penetrate through the cuticle, and eventually into the core of each hair”. Shrinking molecules caused some concern among the physicists at the ceremony, since IHR was available just 200 yards away, and the only other groups who have managed to create superdense quark-gluon plasma used a relativistic heavy ion collider.

Do a search for tin foil hats for more hilarious revelations.

This morning I had unsettling dreams about being in arguments with my parents, and then writing a Thickets song that either quoted or related to Moby Dick.

The Foundation: Their Own Worst Enemy

I voted green. When I went to the church to vote there were two lines. I was this close to saying to someone “Is this the line for the beer, or the line to get the tickets to get the beer?”

I am used to hearing politicians lie on the TV, radio and in the newspaper (no, I didn’t ‘hear’ them on the newspaper). But last week I had a real treat! The NDP called me to lie to me directly! He said he shared my values. What a weiner. Maybe I’ll start sharing his values and I’ll coldcall everyone in town with a recording.

The Foundation (on Main St) is on my way to work. I passed by to see 5 big signs plastered in their window that read “It’s not our fault! Please inform yourself before you judge us!” and suchlike. This was in response to a tiny notice stuck on the door that says one of the food handlers was found to have hepatitis Q (replace Q with some other letter). I find it funny and ironic and STUPID that the staff/company draws more attention to the problem than the board of health.

Hurry before somebody steals our idea

So…here’s a new concept band that Taylor and Stewie and I are trying to figure out how to do. The band comes onto the stage in dark street clothes. We put on some big rings onto our fingers which light up with a green LED, and we all chant “In brightest day, in darkest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might, beware my power…Green Lantern’s light!” The stage is bathed in green light and at the same time, a black light is turned on which reveals the black-light sensitive patches on our clothes which transform our dark clothes into bright Green Lantern costumes. Our musical instruments are all created from our ring’s energy (they too are marked with black light sensitive tape). We’re all different GL’s. I could cut my hair to look like Guy Gardner. Taylor is Kilawog. We sing cover songs.

So, who wants to invest some capital into this winning stock?

My Fan Club

I’d just like to be the first one to point this out to the internet-at-large, so it doesn’t sneak up on them (or before it goes away):

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=toren+atkinson

“1. Toren Atkinson
A man of mediocrity. Engages in mediocre art, mediocre music, and mediocre acting. If you happen to meet him, he will make all his occupations seem far more exciting and challenging than they really are.
In Toren’s mind, a lot of mediocrity all add up to singular achievement.
He does art for small roleplaying publishers. His art is generally black and white. He’s not a talented enough artist to branch out of this small niche.
He is the lead singer for the Darkest of the Hillside Thickets. A niche Lovecraft band. Toren is the singer. He plays no instruments. He sometimes writes his lyrics. He’s been know to use the internet to get other people to write his lyrics for him. He takes all credit, of course.
He acts in independent films. Really really independent. So independent you’ve never heard of any of them. They’ve only been screen in the basements of friends.
He does some voice-acting. Again for projects that see very little exposure.
He’s in love with himself. He thinks he’s cool beyond measure. He’s the King of Mediocrity.
You’re so asstastic I dub thee the Toren Atkinson of the neighbourhood.”

Three guesses who wrote this up.

When I go there, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind!

Microsoft shuts down controversial Chinese blogger
Last Updated Fri, 06 Jan 2006 12:52:24 EST
CBC News

Microsoft Corp. has followed the request of the Chinese government and shut down the internet journal of a blogger who discussed politically sensitive issues.

“When we operate in markets around the world, we have to ensure that our service complies with global laws as well as local laws and norms,” said Brooke Richardson, group product manager with Microsoft’s MSN online division.

He said the blog was shut down at year end. He declined to comment further.

China has come under criticism in recent months for its censorship of the internet.

The Associated Press said Beijing has supported internet use for education and business, but it reportedly uses filters to block objectionable foreign websites. It also bans subversive and pornographic content and requires service providers to enforce censorship rules.

The controversial blog was written under the pen name An Ti, reportedly by a research assistant in the Beijing bureau of the New York Times, AP said. It touched on sensitive topics such as China’s relations with Taiwan and free speech in China.

A Satanist Who Doesn't Hate Jesus

In Kenya, 2.5 million people were close to starvation; police raids showed that those who were supposed to be handing out food were instead selling it. Pat Robertson apologized to Ariel Sharon’s son, Omri, for being ” inappropriate and insensitive ” when he said that Sharon’s illness was God’s punishment. It remained unclear, however, whether Robertson would once again be permitted to build a theme park by the Sea of Galilee. In Saudi Arabia 345 people were trampled to death while attempting to finish the “stoning-of-the-devil” ritual of the Hajj. “This was fate,” said a spokesman for the Interior Ministry, “destined by God.” Officials said that they were working out a plan to allow 500,000 people to stone the devil per hour. Further investigation showed that it may have been the wind rather than a burning mouse that caused a house fire in New Mexico. The homeowner held to his story, however: “I have an awful hate for those critters.” A study found that 24 percent of Americans find fat people less attractive than thin people; this represents a significant change from 20 years ago when 55 percent of Americans said that they were repulsed by fat people. A Minnesota man named Jonathan “The Impaler” Sharkey, who claims to be a vampire, announced that he would run for governor and promised that if elected he would personally impale murderers and child molesters. “I’m a Satanist who doesn’t hate Jesus,” he explained.

Hey Mrs Doesn't-Find-Me-Attractive-Anymore Just-Because-I'm-Morbidly-Obese…

But How do I go from Fatness to Fitness? Watch me right here. You be my witness.

I just found out that I’m officially obese! I was browsing the CBC news website as I am wont to do, and reading the study about how Canadians are getting faaaaaaaaatter. I learned about the BMI ­ body mass index. So I looked it up on google and found a site where I could plug in my height and my weight and find out what my BMI is. I’m 5’10 and the last time I weighed myself I was between 220 and 224. Let’s say 222 ­ that gives me a BMI of 31.9 which falls into type 1 obesity (there are 3 types). If you’re over 25 you’re overweight (this according to Health Canada) and 30 or more equals superfat. To get out of the overweight category I’d have to get down to 174 lbs. Which would be crazy! When I was playing tennis for 2 hours a day 3-4 days a week, and having virtually no carbs, I only got down to somewhere between 190-200. I don’t think I could get down to 174 without starving myself or having a full-time job in construction or something… But the good news is that I went swimming last night at the Percy Norman pool and I got a good workout. They have 2-3 lanes on Monday and Wednesday nights for adult swim and at times I had a lane all to myself. The bad news is that aquafit comes in at 8pm and plays Bryan Adams, and the other bad news is that my arms were so sore afterwards that I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. But I’m sure the more I go swimming the more accustomed my muscles will become to being used. Don’t know what to do about Bryan Adams except maybe to stay under the water…at all times. The pool is only a 5 minute walk from Marlo’s place so I actually didn’t use the change room for changing. I wore my “trunks” aka my shorts, and a t-shirt, and my ratty old shoes, and that’s all. I walked through the cold rain with my towel over my head and when I got to the pool I paid the lady in coins, keeping one for the locker. I threw my shirt and shoes and towel into the locker and got right into the pool. I don’t like having my wang hanging out for all to see. And I never have since gym class in high school. It was quite chilly coming home with wet shorts but for the time being I prefer that to spending more time in the change room than I have to.