Winter Bitching

On a day like today, with endless snow, and the oppressive feeling that comes from weeks of living under a sky that looks like a wet hanky, I can be excused for wishing I were here.

Or here.

Even here would be nice.

Instead, I get this.

"It's all about choices" Dad would tell me. And he just got back from three months in Florida, so I guess he is right this time.

Free Beer!

In honour of his 40 thousandish visit, and the new site design, Kevin over at the woodshed, is going to give free beer to the next 20 people who stop by his place and say, "I read it on the JimDandy Goodness blog! You have until 11:59 p.m., Sat. March 1st, so get steppin'.

Weak Sauce Indeed

Supposedly this is a sampling of the songs used by American forces to:

to induce sleep deprivation, "prolong capture shock," disorient detainees during interrogations—and also drown out screams.

Fellahs, you could use some help. Allow me to give you some tips.

Honshui has one as well. We grew up on London am radio. We know our aural torture.

P.S. Good choice with number 18.

h/t to Denyse O'Leary, for showing me how to properly wank my own blog for links.

I Guess 30 Million Doesn't Buy What It Used To

Charts are fun. Here is the chart of Nortel's recent dismal stock performance.


The Globe and Mail reports that:

In the fourth quarter of 2007, Toronto-based Nortel posted a loss of $844-million, or $1.70 a share, compared with a loss of $80-million, or 19 cents a year earlier. Revenue slipped 4 per cent to $3.2-billion from $3.3-billion.

Wisely, Nortel is cutting a further 2900 jobs and transferring 1000 employees.

Said CEO Mike Zafirovski:

"Don't worry, I got mine. I may not be getting all the bonuses I deserve, but at least you took care of that $11.5 million disagreement I had with Motorola. That really covered my nut for the month. Oh yeah, sorry about sucking."

Alright, that last part was made up, he doesn't care what you think. Only what institutional investors think, 'cause he is a world class CEO.

Do Not Tolerate a Shut Rectum!

At least that is how I translate the Rev's slogan. It's Latin and I don't read it so gud.

Anyway, the rev is holding his blog hostage, or his blog is holding him hostage. Or Cleavon Little. It's too meta for me. But click here to help break him out. And stay for the nachos. He does them up gaijin style!

The Sugar Tree

I love you, you love me. Going down the sugar tree.
We'll go down the sugar tree, and see lots of bees:
playing, playing. But the bees won't sting, because you love me.

-- Reed Rothchild