Comeback

Good evening to you.

Yes you.

No, stop looking behind you, it's you I'm writing to.

I hope this was a grand day for you. And if it wasn't grand, I hope it was at least good. And if it wasn't good, I hope it wasn't terrible. And if it was terrible, well I hope tomorrow will go better. And if tomorrow doesn't go better, then consider talking to someone about it. One really shouldn't have more than two terrible days in a row.

Anyways, this more or less marks my comeback from a month long break. I'll try to keep the posts coming. If anyone's out there, I hope you'll enjoy them.

Lion taming tip # 1026

If your lion starts chewing on your slippers, don't let him play with the neighbor's dog anymore.

Canadia

In the year 2056 the US has declared war on the Ipampilashians and has sent the American armada to destroy their planet. Canada is the only country siding with the Americans. Canada has sent it's only ship, The Canadia, in support of the American mission but the Canadia is not a warship. It's a maintenance ship (they change light bulbs and plunge toilets). Max Anderson is the first American ever to be stationed on the Canadia. He was put there by the American admiral (his mother) to toughen him up but keep him out of any real danger. The only thing that Max and the crew of the Canadia agree on is that no one wants him there.

This is the premise of Canadia 2056, a show which apparently took up Afghanada's timeslot on CBC radio one.

I've been listening to it for five minutes now and its pretty funny.

Dial in and check it out.

Fridays at 11:30 (NT) and Wednesdays at 11:00 (NT).

Books at large

Were you at the Bridgehead Coffee House located at the corner of Albert and Bank about two weeks ago? Did you have a coffee? Did you enjoy a piece of cake? Did you pick up one of the books left there by bookcrossers. Did you read it?
Had you ever heard of bookcrossing (www.bookcrossing.com)?
I must admit that giving away a book wouldn't be a very easy thing for me to do. I am very selective about the books I purchase and tend to reread the few ones I own every now and then. But I also think that the world would be a much better place if everybody took up one of the fictional writings of Douglas Adams. Okay, maybe I'm pushing it a little, but they are still quite amazing. So imagine if you found a book on a park bench and it turned out to be the greatest thing you'd ever read. I think that would be neat. Maybe I'll try to find used copies of the books I'd like others to read and release them just for kicks. Just to see how far it could travel. Maybe I could leave it in an airport.
So start looking people, there are books out there and the next book you read could be the one you find in an unlikely place.

Christmas tour (fixed)

On Saturday night, accompanied by my girlfriend, the lovely Quartz, I made my way to the NAC to see the Vinyl Cafe live.

Stuart McLean was awesome. The stories were awesome. The little live radio drama was awesome. The whole night was awesome.

Danny Michel was amazing.

We had great fun.

If you have the chance to see a Vinyl Cafe show, please go. The youngest person there was four and the oldest was ninety-four, so however old you are, you won't feel out of place.

Boarding

Oh, and another thing. The lady who called "all aboard" about six times before the departure of the train to Toronto at the Montréal station was far too unenthousiastic to my taste. "All aboard" should be called with gusto. It should be "ALL ABOARD!". Had I been due on that train, I would have seriously reconsidered my trip. Well, not really, but still.

Buses, trains and automobiles

I find myself apologizing once again to you, dear surfers for my infrequent posts. These are busy times and I don't find myself in front of a screen very often.

But on this glorious afternoon, time I have.

I find myself in New-Brunswick once again, for the fourth time this year. Fifth if you take into account that I left from my last Christmas trip after New Year's. This time, I did not come by car because driving for 11 hou rs straight in weather that always gets stormy when I need to such a trip just isn't as fun as it used to be.

This year, I took the bus to the train station and I took the train, or the train station as a cute little four year old kept calling it, to New-Brunswick. Assuming that you're able to sleep in a seat that is definitely not designed for that purpose, the train is a great alternative to taking the plane. You roll at night so you don't lose any daytime, and it's much cheaper.

Upon arriving here, my mom picked me up and I started the car leg of my journey. It lasted five minutes and was uneventful.

So there you have it friends. Buses, trains and automobiles. A trip that started at 1:50 yesterday afternoon and ended at 9:30 this morning.

Stay tuned for a report on the Ottawa stop of the Vinyl Cafe Christmas's tour. If you didn't see it, start regretting it now, it'll save you some time.

Happy holidays everyone.

Regulars

I realize that I have been a poor host; that you come to this page hoping to laugh a little, learn a little, or just to kill time, and that I have provided you with little means to do that lately. But do not despair. I can assure you that my head is full of crazy thoughts just waiting for a spot on this page. I just have to sort them all out and find a good way to introduce them.

I like this. Writing for everyone and no one. Think carefully about what I'm going to write next. You may know me. To this day only a couple of people know that I'm the author of this page, and I intend to keep it that way. So I could very well be one of your friends, one of your colleagues, one of your circus-mates. Isn't it exciting?