What a Day, What a Day

Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies 'cause Brother Love and his traveling Geek Show are coming to town!

First on the agenda, Hasbeens at the Covent Garden Market to get jacked on caffeine. I plan on being incomprehensibly over-excited. And I don't speak slowly at the best of times. I think we'll sit upstairs and gaze down upon the masses while we tell fear-filled anecdotes of the horrors of Detroit and of the time we almost got off the I-75 too soon. Yikes.

Filled with coffee and cool, it will be time to hit the streets with a fine crew of miscreants, bearded-sages, ninjas, and roller-babes. Of course, we will be patronizing only the finest retail establishments downtown London has to offer.

If you see us, say hi. We look like this:



Only way, way cooler.

One Minute Movie Review: Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist

I really wanted to hate this movie. I set out to hate it and all of its run-of-the-mill romantic teen comedy notions.

But it charmed me. The movie is simply charming. Kat Denning is the girl we all knew existed but couldn't find, and Michael Cera is the nerd we didn't have the courage to be.

And bears.

I never thought that a movie based in New York could so ably use a bear, and people being mauled by bears, to such comic effect. A gentle, sensitive teen flick that doesn't shy away from real emotions, or bears.

Gorilla gets a shiv at the Calgary Zoo

Woke up to read this shocking front page headline:

Gorilla caught holding knife at Calgary Zoo

Apparently zoo-goers were traumatized by the sight of this armed gorilla. You can see from the image that it was a disturbing sight with the violent nature of this animal clearly displayed. Despite the risks to all calgarians of this incident, apparently the gorilla picked up the weapon, held it correctly, sniffed it and then walked over and put it on a chair so that no other gorillas would get hurt.

I am not sure if the London Free Press can match this sort of Calgary crime story but it shows you what we live with every day... or once in all the time that I have lived here... in Calgary.

Fursuiting is Perfectly Normal

Herb has been on my ass all day to post more fursuiting videos. Especially anything involving dragons.

Back by singular demand, it's Cornwall The Dragon!

Back When Dr. Seuss was Funky

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Yertle Trilogy (1999)

The London Free Press: A Profile in Courage

On June 9, the London Free Press was roundly castigated by James D.W. Lush. Mr. Lush laid into the Freeps with his usual gusto and rhetorical brilliance:

"I have noticed the past little while that the London Free Press no longer publishes Michael Coren in the Comment Section. Why is that? Is he too religious for them, too right wing, too radical, or just too right on all the time. They have replaced him and other conservative writers with left wing loons. If the Free Press continues its journey of drifting to the left, rest assured they will be left all right, left holding the bag as myself and many others will cancel our subscriptions and Paul Berton then can continue to write comments on how the paper needs money in order to survive.

POSTED BY: James D. W. Lush, London"


When I opened my Saturday paper, I feverishly ripped the Comment section from my wife's hands and tore it open.

And there is was. A column by Michael Coren. So witty, so urbane, such a sop to an embattled soul like Mr. Lush's, I could scarce believe my eyes. And, what ho? A column by Salim Mansur as well? And a whole page devoted to God. This was a fine day indeed, and for that I thank Mr. Lush for taking the Free Press to task. Sure, they let a few crazed leftwing wack-a-loons write their usual commie drivel, but at least I could get some clear space in my head by reading Michael Coren.

And a big thumbs up to the Free Press for having the courage to publish Michael Coren again. His is an unrivalled voice, a toothsome presence, and a joy to read. Your commitment to presenting the best in political thought and commentary is plain to see today.

Drink Some Coffee Before You Call Me

This is my Monday morning phone call from a vendor who's contract I don't want to renew. I have called three times, and the sales rep finally called back:

Rep : Sorry for the delay, but you didn't leave your phone number (I choose not to call her on the lie).

Me: O.K. So, we are not going to renew for the coming year...

Rep: And what was that number you gave me?

Me: The contract number.

Rep: Where is that?

Me: On the contract. Top right where is says "Contract Number".

Rep: Oh, we don't use those, we file everything by phone number.

Me: The phone number that is on the contract under contact information?

Rep: Yup [reads out my phone number]. So, are you sure you want to cancel.

Me: Oh yeah.

Inspiration taken whole cloth from Not Always Right | Funny & Stupid Customer Quotes