Jess ponders: What’s the point of becoming a blogger? I’ve been browsing through other people’s blogs and nearly everyone has a reason for maintaining a blog. Most of them are as simple as just feeling that things need to be said or recorded and why not here? Personally, I have a couple of reasons. One, I’ve mentioned, is to match wits with Brad. (I’m not sure who’s winning that one.) …

Brad admits: Probably you. But only because you seem to have a whole lot of time on your hands. Let me reflect — for a moment, if I may — on the busy.ness of my life. Let’s assume that I am, for the sake of arguement, very busy. Yes. Yes. Yes. Very busy indeed. For example, right now I should be doing other things than typing in my blog. (That’s just how busy I am.) In fact I’m so very, very busy that I need to supercede the layer of busy.life that surrounds me, step out from that busy.sphere if only to justify my existence and tell people just how busy I am. I am busy. So, yeah. Instead of lighthearted witisms on the meaning of life, I must — it is my sworn duty or something like that — to relate the patterns of my.so.called.busy.life. On the other hand, I only write here to compete with you, Jessica. I KNEW that someday you would start one of these — simple temporal physics — and so I started one before you had a chance. It’s kinda a chicken and egg thing, again.

on.the.other.hand

Karin and I got free tickets to the sneak preview of “Knockaround Guys” last night. It was sort of funny, and if only because it was filmed partly in Alberta, and has some country.hick.ish humour that prairie folk could easily appreciate, I would admit that I — at least — enjoyed it.