Saturday, December 31, 2005

They invite one another to play.....

"We have only to watch young dogs to see that all the essentials of human play are present in their merry gambols. They invite one another to play by a certain ceremoniousness of attitude and gesture. They keep to the rule that you shall not bite, or not bite hard, your brother's ear. They pretend to get terribly angry. And-- what is most important--in all these doings they plainly experience tremendous fun and enjoyment. Such rompings of young dogs are only one of the simpler forms of animal play.

Here we have at once a very important point: even in its simplest forms on the animal level, play is more than a mere physiological phenomenon or a psychological reflex. It goes beyond the confines of purely physical or purely biological activity. It is a significant function--that is to say, there is some sense to it. In play there is something "at play" which transcends the immediate needs of life and imparts meaning to the action. All play means something."

-- Johann Huizinga, Homo Ludens

I thought long and hard about a New Year resolution. I couldn't come up with anything that was, well, substansive, for me.

Until I read the above.

It was one year ago this past October that I picked up "Indy" from the dog pound.
Indy is truly a special blend (my nice term for what everyone else calls a 'mutt'), and through his special blended-ness, he has taught me more about myself this past year than anyone, or thing.

and so.

What if.

What if I tried some of my own butt-sniffing and free-romping ? (Suzer-styl'n of course)

How would my life improve?

Lets see.

I resolve in 2006 to butt-sniff and free romp.


Why do I feel like such a bitch in the morning?

Listening to:
I found the right words to say by Snow Patrol
To the other side by Division of Laura Lee
Towns by Neilson Hubbard
Never gonna fall in love again by Snow Patrol
Make it easy by Polara
Pink Clouds by Superchunk
Flowers by The Clean
Chocolate by Snow Patrol *one of my favs
Hey Girl by Delays *another fav
Associate by Jack Logan *another fav
Flying Pizza by Swearing at Motorists
Smarter Hearts by Superchunk
Thrive by Sebadoh
Hardcore UFO's by Guided Voices
Between Days by Red House Painters
Gleaming Auction by Snow Patrol
Beaches of the World by No Wait Wait
New Shoes (the original Leems picked)

Happy Happy!

I am going to a hockey game tonight.

Before you get judgey about how I'm spending the final evening of the Gregorian year,
ponder this; forechecking, backchecking, stick checking, sweep checking, poke checking and body checking. And all THAT is just in the hockey-bar above the ice!

So, I'm going to have a fab-jigginess-time and you are all jealous. ha!
so there!

Then over to friends for a drinky-poo (but I will stop and pick-up Indy first).


Hit me baby.

caption please.

Listening to:
Honeysuckle Rose by Jane Monhelt
I've got the world on a string by Diana Krall
They Can't take that way from me by Billie Holiday
Penny's from heaven by Rosemary Clooney
As long as I live by Diana Krall
I thought about you by Tony Bennett
The end of a love affair by Wynton Marsalis
No Moon at all by Kayin Allyson
Lost Mind by Kiana Krall
Ev'ry time we say goodbye by Natalie Cole
Sharing the night with the blues by Shirely Horn
I've grown accustomed to this face by Cassandra
How long has this been going on? by Sarah Vaughan
All I want by Karrin Allyson
Here the same but different by Rebbeca Martin

Friday, December 30, 2005

Secret Canadian and American plans to invade each other

Copyright © 2005 The Washington Post Company. All rights reserved. Canucksource is in no way affiliated with The Washington Post Company. This article has been used for reference purposes only.

Written by Peter Carlson. Courtesy of the Washington Post, edition 30 Dec 2005

Invading Canada won't be like invading Iraq: When we invade Canada, nobody will be able to grumble that we didn't have a plan.

The United States government does have a plan to invade Canada. It's a 94-page document called "Joint Army and Navy Basic War Plan -- Red," with the word SECRET stamped on the cover. It's a bold plan, a bodacious plan, a step-by-step plan to invade, seize and annex our neighbor to the north. It goes like this:

First, we send a joint Army-Navy overseas force to capture the port city of Halifax, cutting the Canadians off from their British allies.

Then we seize Canadian power plants near Niagara Falls, so they freeze in the dark.

Then the U.S. Army invades on three fronts -- marching from Vermont to take Montreal and Quebec, charging out of North Dakota to grab the railroad center at Winnipeg, and storming out of the Midwest to capture the strategic nickel mines of Ontario.

Meanwhile, the U.S. Navy seizes the Great Lakes and blockades Canada's Atlantic and Pacific ports.

At that point, it's only a matter of time before we bring these Molson-swigging, maple-mongering Zamboni drivers to their knees! Or, as the official planners wrote, stating their objective in bold capital letters: "ULTIMATELY TO GAIN COMPLETE CONTROL."

The stakes were high: If the British and Canadians won the war, the planners predicted, "CRIMSON will demand that Alaska be awarded to her."

Imagine that! Canada demanding a huge chunk of U.S. territory! Them's fightin' words! And so the American strategists planned to fight England by seizing Canada. (Also Jamaica, Barbados and Bermuda.) And they didn't plan to give them back.

"Blue intentions are to hold in perpetuity all CRIMSON and RED territory gained," Army planners wrote in an appendix to the war plan. "The policy will be to prepare the provinces and territories of CRIMSON and RED to become states and territories of the BLUE union upon the declaration of peace."

The Sudbury Offensive

None of this information is new. After the plan was declassified in 1974, several historians and journalists wrote about War Plan Red. But still it remains virtually unknown on both sides of the world's largest undefended border.

"I've never heard of it," said David Biette, director of the Canada Institute in Washington, which thinks about Canada.

"I remember sort of hearing about this," said Bernard Etzinger, spokesman for the Canadian Embassy in Washington.

"It's the first I've heard of it," said David Courtemanche, mayor of Sudbury, Ontario, whose nickel mines were targeted in the war plan.

Pentagon spokesman Bryan Whitman said he'd never heard of the plan. He also said he wouldn't admit to knowing about such a plan if he did.

"We don't talk about any of our contingency plans," he said.

Has the Pentagon updated War Plan Red since the '30s?

"The Defense Department never talks about its contingency plans for any countries," Whitman said. "We don't acknowledge which countries we have contingency plans for."

Out in Winnipeg -- the Manitoba capital, whose rail yards were slated to be seized in the plan -- Brad Salyn, the city's director of communications, said he didn't think Winnipeg Mayor Sam Katz knew anything about War Plan Red: "You know he would have no clue about what you're talking about, eh?"

"I'm sure Winnipeggers will stand up tall in defense of our country," Mayor Katz said later. "We have many, many weapons."

What kind of weapons?

"We have peashooters, slingshots and snowballs," he said, laughing.

But the Canadians' best weapon, Katz added, is their weather. "It gets to about minus-50 Celsius with a wind chill," he said. "It will be like Napoleon's invasion of Russia. I'm quite convinced that you'll meet your Waterloo on the banks of the Assiniboine River."

Gas Station Strategy

As it turns out, Katz isn't the first Canadian to speculate on how to fight the U.S.A. In fact, Canadian military strategists developed a plan to invade the United States in 1921 -- nine years before their American counterparts created War Plan Red.

The Canadian plan was developed by the country's director of military operations and intelligence, a World War I hero named James Sutherland "Buster" Brown. Apparently Buster believed that the best defense was a good offense: His "Defence Scheme No. 1" called for Canadian soldiers to invade the United States, charging toward Albany, Minneapolis, Seattle and Great Falls, Mont., at the first signs of a possible U.S. invasion.

"His plan was to start sending people south quickly because surprise would be more important than preparation," said Floyd Rudmin, a Canadian psychology professor and author of "Bordering on Aggression: Evidence of U.S. Military Preparations Against Canada," a 1993 book about both nations' war plans. "At a certain point, he figured they'd be stopped and then retreat, blowing up bridges and tearing up railroad tracks to slow the Americans down."

Brown's idea was to buy time for the British to come to Canada's rescue. Buster even entered the United States in civilian clothing to do some reconnaissance.

"He had a total annual budget of $1,200," said Rudmin, "so he himself would drive to the areas where they were going to invade and take pictures and pick up free maps at gas stations."

Rudmin got interested in these war plans in the 1980s when he was living in Kingston, Ontario, just across the St. Lawrence River from Fort Drum, the huge Army base in Upstate New York. Why would the Americans put an Army base in such a wretched, frigid wilderness? he wondered. Could it be there to . . . fight Canada?

He did some digging. He found "War Plan Red" and "Defence Scheme No. 1." At the Army War College in Carlisle, Pa., he found a 1935 update of War Plan Red, which specified which roads to use in the invasion ("The best practicable route to Vancouver is via Route 99").

Rudmin also learned about an American plan from 1935 to build three military airfields near the Canadian border and disguise them as civilian airports. The secret scheme was revealed after the testimony of two generals in a closed-door session of the House Military Affairs Committee was published by mistake. When the Canadian government protested the plan, President Franklin Roosevelt reassured it that he wasn't contemplating war. The whole brouhaha made the front page of the New York Times on May 1, 1935.

That summer, however, the Army held what were the biggest war games in American history on the site of what is now Fort Drum, Rudmin said.

Is he worried that the Yanks will invade his country from Fort Drum?

"Not now ," he said. "Now the U.S. is kind of busy in Iraq. But I wouldn't put it past them."

He's not paranoid, he hastened to add, and he doesn't think the States will simply invade Canada the way Hitler invaded Russia.

But if some kind of crisis -- perhaps something involving the perennially grumpy French Canadians -- destabilized Canada, then . . . well, Fort Drum is just across the river.

"We most certainly are not preparing to invade Canada," said Ben Abel, the official spokesman for Fort Drum.

The fort, he added, is home to the legendary 10th Mountain Division, which is training for its third deployment in Afghanistan. There are also 1,200 Canadian troops in Afghanistan.

"I find it very hard to believe that we'd be planning to invade Canada," Abel said. "We have a lot of Canadian soldiers training here. I bumped into a Canadian officer in the bathroom the other day."

Going North, Heading South

Invading Canada is an old American tradition. Invading Canada successfully is not.

During the American Revolution, Benedict Arnold -- then in his pre-traitor days -- led an invasion of Canada from Maine. It failed.

During the War of 1812, American troops invaded Canada several times. They were driven back.

In 1839, Americans from Maine confronted Canadians in a border dispute known as the Aroostook War.

"There were never any shots fired," said Etzinger, the Canadian Embassy spokesman, "but I think an American cow was injured -- and a Canadian pig."

In 1866, about 800 Irish Americans in the Fenian Brotherhood decided to strike a blow for Irish independence by invading Canada. They crossed the Niagara River into Ontario, where they defeated a Canadian militia. But when British troops approached, the Fenians fled back to the United States, where many were arrested.

After that, Americans stopped invading Canada and took up other hobbies, such as invading Mexico, Haiti, Nicaragua, Grenada and, of course, Iraq.

But the dream of invading Canada lives on in the American psyche, occasionally manifesting itself in bizarre ways. Movies, for instance.

In the 1995 movie "Canadian Bacon," the U.S. president, played by Alan Alda, decides to jump-start the economy by picking a fight with Canada. His battle cry: "Surrender pronto or we'll level Toronto."

In the 1999 movie "South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut," Americans, angered that their kids have been corrupted by a pair of foulmouthed, flatulent Canadian comedians, go to war. Canada responds by sending its air force to bomb the Hollywood home of the Baldwin brothers -- a far more popular defensive strategy than anything Buster Brown devised. Moviegoers left theaters humming the film's theme:

Blame Canada! Blame Canada!

With all their hockey hullabaloo

And that bitch Anne Murray too!

Blame Canada! Shame on Canada!

But it's not just movies. The urge to invade Canada comes in myriad forms.

In 2002, the conservative magazine National Review published an essay called "Bomb Canada: The Case for War." The author, Jonah Goldberg, suggested that the United States "launch a quick raid into Canada" and blow something up -- "perhaps an empty hockey stadium." That would cause Canada to stop wasting its money on universal health insurance and instead fund a military worthy of the name, so that "Canada's neurotic anti-Americanism would be transformed into manly resolve."

And let's not forget the Web site , which lists many compelling reasons for doing do: "let's make Alaska actually connected to the U.S. again!" and "they're just a little too proud" and "the surrender will come quickly, they're French after all."

The site also sells T-shirts, buttons, teddy bears and thong underwear, all of them decorated with the classic picture of Uncle Sam atop the slogan "I WANT YOU to Invade Canada."

What's going on here? Why do Americans love to joke about invading Canada?

Because Americans see Canadians as goody-goodies, said Biette, the Canada Institute director. Canadians didn't rebel against the British, remaining loyal colonial subjects. They didn't have a Wild West, settling their land without the kind of theatrical gunfights that make for good movies. And they like to hector us about our misbehavior.

"We're 'life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness' and they're 'peace, order and good government,' " Biette said. "So if you're a wild American, you look at them and say, 'They're just a bunch of Boy Scouts.' "

The C-Bomb

Canadians are well aware of our invasion talk. Not surprisingly, they take it a bit more seriously than we do.

When "The West Wing" had a subplot last winter about a U.S.-Canada border incident, Canadian newspapers took note.

When Jon Stewart joked about invading Canada on "The Daily Show" last March, Canadian newspapers covered the story.

When the Toronto Star interviewed comedian Jimmy Kimmel last year, the reporter asked him: "Is it only a matter of time before America invades Canada?"

"I'm not sure," Kimmel replied.

In 2003, the Canadian army set up an Internet chat room where soldiers and civilians could discuss defense issues. "One of the hottest topics on the site discusses whether the U.S. will invade Canada to seize its natural resources," the Ottawa Citizen reported. "If the attack did come, Canada could rely on a scorched-earth policy similar to what Russia did when invaded by Nazi Germany, one participant recommends. 'With such emmense [sic] land, and with our cold climates, we may be able to hold them off, even though we have the much weaker military,' the individual concludes."

Etzinger, the Canadian Embassy spokesman, isn't worried about an American invasion because Canada has a secret weapon -- actually thousands of secret weapons.

"We've got thousands of Canadians in the U.S. right now, in place secretly," he said. "They could be on your street. We've sent people like Celine Dion and Mike Myers to secretly infiltrate American society."

Pretty funny, Mr. Etzinger. But the strategists who wrote War Plan Red were prepared for that problem. They noted that "it would be necessary to deal internally" with the "large number" of Brits and Canadians living in the United States -- and also with "a small number of professional pacifists and communists."

The planners did not specify exactly what would be done with those undesirables. But it would be kinda fun to see Celine Dion and Mike Myers wearing orange jumpsuits down in Guantanamo.


Angel Porn.

Virgin Mobile holds a seat in Canadian history.

Our Globe & Mail daily newspaper is 162 years old.

The term "angel porn" has never graced the pages of that paper in those 162 years until this month.

Making history or a new sport?

I know the answer to that. and. I know people who know the answer to that.

Watch for it in paper's everywhere.

(Virgin handed out wrapping paper featuring frisky angels to customers at Famous Player theatres this December. The smooching angels were grabbing each others' naughty bits. Worse, the paper was handed out at screenings of the latest Harry Potter movie. The racy wrapping drew complaints, Famous Player nixed the arrangement and Virgin Mobile got millions of dollars worth of "earned media."...from the Globe & Mail)

You dominate your dicks, thats it, ok. get over it.

Happy day, top of it, tip of it? hmmmmm....

These kinds of headlines really piss me off, moreso at 5 a.m. and should always come with a warning of some sort.

Male Domination of the Internet is over, study says.

Dum de dum de dum de dum dum.

Oh and the study piss's me off too.
Get real.

Number One. Almost each one of the 'findings'? big 'effin deal.

Number Two. Who gives a rats-ass? (pretty much a repeat of number one)

some do.

fine, those who do, a bit of advise; get yourself a magic-eight ball, it's about as helpful as these types of studies, but wayyyy more funner. (I asked the magic-eight ball if the magic-eight ball was more accurate than this study, the answer? In that classic eight ball way it said "without a doubt".

Number Three.

From a marketers standpoint, good info, however, this information is already understood, basic knowledge of male and female behaviour since we dragged our knuckles on the ground.

Try this, Men Yahoo and Women Google.

Kinda reminds me of the morning, years ago, my honey, sweety-pie, at 6 a.m. announced he didn't like the way I put the pots 'n pans away. hmmmmm......

So. was he dominating our pots 'n pans? or, was he simply wishing to die?

Oh. and. My headline? You dominate your dick?

I was lying and you know it.
Poor choice of headline?
My headline made you feel good for a second now didn't it.

Listening to:
CBC Radio News (I know)

This is for all you who, have googled the word "dick" "penis" "porn". Oh.
Not the result you were looking for?

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Dr. Love

"Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between you two has a very good chance of being successful, but this doesn't mean that you don't have to work on the relationship.
Remember that every relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc."
According to Dr. Love and the Love calculator our chances are 89%
(ohmygawd! did I have to cheat!!! in the end our last names love each other, our first? well lets just say Dr. Love didn't hold out any hope! *hehehe*)

and.....Bon & Deb? wow! wow! 87%!!! Now thats hot!
Leems & Devin? 98%!!! who knew?
(thats a lie)

Katy & her laptop? 57%!!! (thats not!)

Beat by a girl. Sort of.

Cody was 10, he had his own radio show.


Every Saturday morning at 9:45 a.m. he would head down to the local, full-on commercial radio station; wade through the beer bottles from the Friday night show-gang, clear away the ciggie butts from the booth, wipe down the boards, fetch the news feed and flip the switch.

Bust-A-Groove it was called.

On air 4-hours and it was great.

He had full control of his show, did his own thing. Told 10-year old-boy jokes, grossed out 10-year-old-girls (who, each and every single one from every corner of the world that could, tooned in), made grown women cringe, and men (no way I'm sayin grown) **howl** and spun amazing music from classic rock to alternative. Cody did interviews, his first was Jim Cuddy of Blue Rodeo. He interviewd Nelly Furtado, Soul Decision, Edwin (the first song he ever spun on air was Another Spin Around the Sun), Nickleback, Tiffany, Jan Arden, and 98 Degrees to name a few.


How many 10 year-old-boys in the world had done that?

Never a record for such a thing said the Guinness peeps.


Cody holds the honor of creating a record, not breaking one, creating one.

Sure, doing what he did, that was cool.


How many people can say, they actually made a record?
Sure, there are records created all the time, elbow licking, largest cloned animal, the longest tongue. blah. blah. *yawn*


They can't take that away, so, technically, not beaten by a girl.

Cody held the record he created for 6 years.

And. Media loved him. CBC, CTV, CHUM, MUCH, MTV to music awards like The JUNO's, he was invited. Roots was right there making sure his ass was class. Mike Bullard invited Cody as his guest...guess who took control of that interview? yup.

Cody's record will be there, forever, to be broken time and again.
Broken record.

Girl? Kimberly Perez.
She is 5 and broke Cody's record this year.

Oh. and.

Cody signed off the air one year ago this January 2006.

A six-year veteran.

Will he return? (he's now 17)
Who knows.

(the reason for the post? People were asking if he was still the record holder. And. Who is he to me? Cody is my baby.)

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

I was reminded today.

I was reminded today that I was a scientist for 5 some odd years of my adult life.
(I was one from the age of one to 11 as well)

I used specific methods to determine results. ; correlational, casual comparative, ethonographic, historical and survey.

An example of one type of work I did. Dendrochronolgy ends with the date of the tree.
In my case, the trees I was dating, (yes, I dated trees, what can I say? *shrugs* I was ugly)
were trees that were used by the First Nations.

So, not only were these trees, typically old, in many cases, there were identifying marks on the tree that would lead one to believe it was a tree used for canoe building, medicine, and so-on. After the tree is dated, the use or uses would be determined, usually, that is where that would end.
These trees are called Culturally Modified Trees, CMT.
(ah ha! Wikipedia dosen't have that one! *nah na na nah na nah*)
A dot on a map, sometimes the tree flagged so loggers would know not to chop it down, and thats that.
I did the research to find out who, exactly (well, never exact, impossible, but as close as I could) who used that tree, when, why, how, and for what.
In some cases, I even got to take the relatives of those who used the trees (long since passed-on) to those very trees and show them what their ancestor did. That was the most amazing part of my job.
*nods* I know, very cool.
One young man, his great great grandfather was likely the one who used a particular tree, he cried when he stood at the base of it.
Then he imagined what it was like, imagined what this ancestor was doing. (the tree was used for a canoe).
This tree was just in the tree-line off a first beach. To get to that tree from land, you had to pass over the dried up lake. The lake dried up because, a warring tribe (some ten thousand years ago), had filled the feeder streams with the dead bodies of the warriors. Not only did the salmon die, but the village was in danger of loosing it's easy-catch food source making life that much more difficult. To this day the elders speak of the time surrounding that lake, the tunnels between their village and the village of those they were at war with. How they wiped out that other village, and that tribe became extinct. Although, they believe there is one family left, originating from that tribe.

I was a scientist and I loved it.

Listening to:
Remember Me by British Sea Power
Inevitable by Damian Jurado
My Girlfriend's Daughter by the Brett Rosenberg Problem
Reconstruction Site by The Weakerthans
Our Retired Explorer (Dines with Michel Foucault in Paris (1961) by The Weakerthans
Ornament by Luke Duke
Loss Leader by Codeine
Girlfriend by The Jazz Butcher
Mary by The Scissor Sisters
Stranded by Deep Fish
Tits on The Radio by Scissor Sisters

Changing the world, one apartment at a time.

For my new-friend, who recently threw a party that was described as
"a party in a phone booth" by one of his guests.

And for all my other friends. You know you wanna.

(Hubby, honey, don't go there 'k?, you'll just get freaked out *hehe*)
For those not 'in-the-know', my house, it's so tiny. How tiny is it? well.
all we'd have to do is put a hitch on the back door and drive away.

Girl Pirates

Superhero comics, girls style.

Willow Dawson

Two most famous women pirates in history: Anne Bonny and Mary Read.

Gee. Wouldn't it be fun.

(to be a girl pirate)

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Company is coming!

Corey & Theresa will be here in seconds!

Indy has a playdate with their two Golden Retreivers.

Listening to
Idaho by Bodeans
You and I both by Jason Mraz

Busy Beavers.

Busy Beavers.
Back to work.

Listening to:
CBC Radio News (I know)

Monday, December 26, 2005

Girls Don't Poop

JL: And my feet sweat, too. (i.e. I'm a guy.) Damn... Was this my Norm moment? (giggle)
Xaatm:Well, I'm a girl and we don't poo.
JL: You know, I have heard that. However, I have also been married so I know damned well that it is just a myth. But it is a fun myth...

Xaatm: *sigh*, my mother always told me, poo and he will leave you. So, she was right.

(that was from a conversation with a beer-swilling writer from another forum that I just joined.
I'm going to like that forum me thinks. Bon invited me, you know, the Baroness of Barnacles who dons the cardboard hat. I never get invited anywhere, makes me feel all special and stuff)

Listening to:
The Sweetness Lies Within by Hefner
I'm All Right by The Go Betweens

Corporations pimp'n addiction

Crackberry. TiVo. iPod.
The best.

Some of what PC World thinks are the best 50 gizzie-moes from the last 50 years.

Listening to
Old Brown Shoes - Supertramp
Chocolate Cake by Crowded House

I remember.

One second at a time.
I remember.
How could I not?
more than two hundred thousand last breaths.
How could I not.
One second at a time.

Listening to:
Canticle (Purer Natus In Bethlehem) Mode 1
Antiphon (Laudemus Dominum)

Hello Monday.

The beginning of a week deserves an official start, like a race, a competition.

Coffee stain wasn't my idea of how this Monday should get the go, so.
Sat down and listened.

anything other than coffee stains.


Listened to so far today(warning! spasticated playlist):
From Now On By Supertramp
One Lonely Night by REO Speedwagon
Goodnight Saigon by Billy Joel
Set Me In Motion by Bruce Hornsby
Even In the Quietest Moments by Supertramp
Look At All The Things That I Got by Crazyhorse
They by Jem
Astronaut by Duran Duran
Come Into My World by Kylie Minogue
Love Profusion by Madonna
Midnights and Mornings by Blusom
Sail Into The Sun by the Funky Lowlives
Barbarian by Rock 'n Roll Soldiers
Gargoyles Over Copenhagen - by Nekromantix
Booze Olympics by New Black
Chocolate by Snow Patrol
Punks In The Beer Light by Silver Jews
Hey Girl by Delays
Associate by Jack Logan
Gleaming Auction by Snow Patrol
All Men Are Freezing by Robert Pollard
Home by Harsh Krieger
If I'd Found The Right Words to Say by Snow Patrol
L.T.W.T.M.S by The Trouble With Sweeney

Hello Monday.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Thank you Michael Mann

Michael Mann was Cody's teacher for one week - Eat, sleep and breath - 24/7 filmwork, I'm not kidding, it was intense for the kid. (and the best 24/7 days for the brat I might add)

While Cody was working with Michael, as 16 year-olds will do, he was snooping.
...and found these books amongst Michaels junk.

Cody: "hey Michael, what are these"
Michael: "hey Cody, outta my shit and uh, read those"
Cody: "ok"

Ever since. Cody: "mum, I want"

I had a hell'va time finding them, but I did, and Cody's library of this author is now two.

oh, and...the entire day, Christmas Day, Cody spent on his bed....reading.

Merry Christmas.

**Listening to: On The Turning Way - Pink Floyd

and so, I emailed Michael to thank him for inspiring the lad.

Michael emailed this back:
Hi Susan,
Thanks for passing on the words.
I think whenever you give someone a gift that inspires them to spend the day
imagining that is money well spent.
I am thinking that brat is Cody right?...he worked with jamie on a pho
documentary on Snowboarding right?
Well he was a great kid really excellent to work with and very excited about
what he was up doubt this is a result of the encouragement you have
given him as a parent...When I checked out his web site I thought...damn this
kid is up to more than many twice his age....and this is due to having really
cool people in his life who believe in him and make sacrifices for him.

I know that my parents did these things for me and I think that is one of the
things that keeps me going as an artist and a teacher.

Your e-mail made my day and was one of the best gifts I got this christmas.
I am really glad that he got inspiration from the books I makes
lugging about 50 lbs of heavy art boosk to galiano worthwhile

cheers and I hope this year brings you exactly what you need.
all the best
Michael A. Mann


Thank you.

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays !

Saturday, December 24, 2005

To good to let die in the bowels of forum heap dumps

I am Cave Woman

I AM CANADIAN (tire guy)

"On the contrary, men know that women's crazy tantrums will blow over soon enough and are smart enough to head out to the garage, bush or ocean until she comes to her senses.

Real men don't have to tell their kids they love them all the time they SHOW it, by exuding strength, protecting them and being the rock in the family. A real man WILL hold a woman's purse because they have enough self confidence in their masculinity to defy with a glance anyone who would dare to make fun of them. Not only would a REAL man hold your hair while you vomit, but he'll pick you up off the floor and carry you to bed if need be. And finally real men know exactly what to do with their Johnston and can even spell their name with it in the snow. I'll take a hunting, fishing testosterone filled guy over one that cries at the drop of a hat any day. I want to be the only woman in the family. No mamby pambies for me."

**all links are for the sole benefit of the Cave Woman who created the above post.

That responce came from here.

And from here was started because of here.

And the story was written by my son, Chris. (you rock!)


Stolen from:

You Were Mostly Nice This Year!

Sure, you had your naughty moments... but guess what?
Santa was probably sleeping when you were living it up.
As far as he's concerned, you've been on your best behavior.
So cross your fingers, and you might score good presents.

The Courtesy Flush

Ok. So.
Your sweet little 40-something son has just toliet-trained,
and, he has even mastered flushing after business.
What a smartie pants!
Congrats! Good job.
Where from here? Next step? oft missed by mothers globally,
the courtesy flush.

Hosts everywhere will silently thank you.

If you have one of "those" on your hands, who, like dogs, wish to leave their
"scent" or enjoy the lingering "effect", I feel sorry for you. Check back over the course
of the next few days, I'm sure my gentle readers will have sage advise for this "condition".

Found out.

Found out.


Friday, December 23, 2005

So nice.

Kick ass.

This is Cody (in his costume for the movie "The Long Weekend")
(oh, and, yes, he is a real actor who kicks-ass)

This is Tenille (in her costume for "kick-ass-girls bantam "AAA" hockey")

Cody & Tenille are girlfriend, boyfriend.

He spends time with her.

And....he is happy.

(oh, and, yes, she is a real hockey player who kicks-ass)

Do the do. Christmas eve eve.

Stop in the office drop off this computer & pick up the last of the gifts
Take out garbage
Take Indy to groomers (Purple Paw)
Pick up Cody
Visit butcher - pick up fresh turkey
Invite David & Andrea over for a drinky-poo tonight
Pick up Indy from groomers
Tidy up house
Fix electrical issue - christmas lights keep going out
Pick up computer from office

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Grrrrreat News!!!!

Kev's ok!
Kev's ok!!
Kev's ok!!!
Kev's ok!!!!
Kev's ok!!!!!

Tests back and everything is gooooood!
woot! woot! woot! woot!

One more radiation treatment, off the nasty steroids and back to life.

Yah! How that rocks.

Jay's friend.

A funny Christmas story.

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose on his
fireplace the night before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for
Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true
because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were
overflowing, his poor panty hose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses
and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those
things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only
confuse yourself.

I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're
kidding me!" "Who would buy that?"

Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a
standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a
passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many
different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the
box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I
settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price
scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came
to life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee
morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the
dangling panty hose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate
some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby
tray. I went home and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his
house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left
the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back
and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her
panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came
over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.
"What the hell is that?" she asked.

My dad quickly explained, "It's a doll!"

"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.

I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.

"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.

"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer
her into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?"

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and
no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on
Granny! Hang on!"

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up
to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"

I told him she was Jay's friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to
Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we
realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had
died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise
made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the
morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room
twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.

The cat screamed.

I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the
room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth to mouth

My brother fell out of his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the house, and sat in
the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later, in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination
to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise
had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored
her to perfect health.

Louise went on to star in several bachelor party videos.

I think Grandpa still calls her.
(no idea who the author is)

A funeral.

Our accountant, Kim, her father-in-law passed away yesterday.
He, was in good health.

Kim's husband, the only child, well, faced with grief, funeral arrangements, sorting through the estate.

We stand-by with any assistance that is needed.

Christmas, marches on.


It's Thursday.

Today my friend, Keven, finds out,
how much, how not, how to, how, what, what, what!!

2.5 years ago, they told him, he wouldl die within 6 months.

So. I'm not holding much in what they have to say today.

He will be surrounded by family. Friends are in the wings
and, I believe, angels are on his shoulder.


Well. So there. and so here will wait for Keven.


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  • Plasma cells are antibody-producing cells normally present in the bone marrow.
  • A cancerous plasma cell is called a myeloma cell.
  • In myeloma, these cancerous plasma cells increase in number (>20% of marrow cells) and activity.
  • These myeloma cells cause the problems, which ultimately require treatment.
  • Myeloma is called "multiple myeloma" because multiple patches or areas of bone marrow are typically affected.
  • There is substantial variation between patients because of major variation in the
    • Number of affected bone marrow sites;
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Venice (CA that is)

Hi Carrie!

Hope you are diggin your new digs, sure looks nice from here!

Um. Well said.

I'd respectfully suggest that some people in the local forum racket grow up, get a life and acquire a sense of humour.

While they're at it, they could quit writing complaints, gossip and outright lies that misconstrue others actions, and extrapolate meaning that do not, in fact, exist.

I believe that local forum boards as they currently exist, are a crock.

Many people agree with me. And it is outrageous that people cannot bestir themselves to create an entertaining forum board for the public, not merely for themselves.

The local forums are not only crass and tedious reading, they fail to promote our wonderful community...Remember that ****** ******, westcoasters, like people all over the world, don't actually participate in forum boads out of patriotic duty.

They participate in what's entertaining, moving, informative and exciting.


Missing you.

Miss you.

Henry to Dakota.

Henry and Jessie Davis.
Dakota, he was almost named, Henry.
I know.
How did we go from Henry to Dakota.
It's a long story. I'll save it.



zoom. zoom.

Swank Pad

Oh Canada!

1. Pot
2. Gay Marriage
3. There is no 3 (according to the Barnacle Baroness with the cool cardboard hat)
4. Swingers Club's


I needed that.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Get your freak on.


Freak me out.

and...I'm scared about Thursday.
Whats Thursday?
Check in and see.

Horny. (*tsk*, I'm talking about dogs!)

Ok. So my baby, Indy, he is the Write On! greeter.

His sole purpose in life, combat the new Wal Mart greeter coming to our community.
Almost one year ago, Wal Mart opened in our small town.

I freaked. (that Wally world was coming)

My responce?

The same any self-respecting company president would have, run out and get a dog.


The SPCA has this beautiful dog. I bring him to the store.

I tell him, "sic Wal Mart, sic 'em boy, good boy". Be the best Write On! West Coast greeter ever. and...he has.

Poor thing. Puts up with soooo much crap. All that butt sniffing, treat eating, belly rubbing, staff taking him for 15 walks a day. Ruff life.

One problem.

When his-kind-clients attempt to hump him, well, he gets mad.

But really, how do you sell a computer to a customer, with a straight face, while their dog is dry humping yours? and your dog is growling at the horny dog.

Then the customer says, "well, seems your dog isn't interested, what's wrong with it?"

"What?! WTF?. "what did you just say?"

What is wrong with MY dog? EXCUSE me?

"You come in here to buy a computer, and your dog trys to hump my dog? and you have the nerve to ask me what is wrong with my dog?!" "How rude."

And, CLEARLY (with a audible 'sniff' for effect) your dog is a horny gay-dog, cause mine is male and so is yours.

So. (with hand on hip) Take your horny gay-dog and YOUR sorry ass outta my store.

The both of them, their tails between their legs leave my store.

Then I woke up.

Sweating. Did I say that? (I've been known to, well, not be the best customer service representative for my company, so I do have to ask)

I'm confused. Where am I?

The dog burps, the hubby farts, the sheets rustle...or, was that the dog farting?
(Hubby insists he has never farted since the dog arrived)

The dog humping bit? happened, yesterday.

Those words?

I did say them, but in-my-head, you know, to that little inside-you person, not to the customer.

Guess I really needed to say it, cause I dreamed it.

Um. You do have a little-inside-you that you talk to don't you? Tell me you do. please?

Gawd I hate Mondays.
I think my dog does too.