Harper’s Image
Did you watch Stephen Harper on the National tonight? Did you notice he wasn’t wearing a wedding band? Just sayin’… I mean I though he was all over that “sanctity of marriage” thing. Is he on the prowl now?
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Dear Mr. MLA…
It’s your buddy Brad, here. Remember me? You came knocking on my door earlier this evening and caught me (slightly) off guard. Truth be told I really never expected to hear from you, well, apart from that generic pre-recorded phone message last week and the little hanger with your photo for my front door. But there you were, in person, and when I looked through the glass the first thing I thought was, crap, someone is gonna ask me if I’ve been saved again… But no. It’s that time of the political cycle. Every thirty seven years or so you need to go out and make sure you’ll still have a job next week. When the doorbell rang I think the dog was more excited [...]
who polled you?
Someone, anyone, write a comment here if you were among the Canadians in last six weeks to have recieved a phone call from a pollster. I just need to know that someone, somewhere got asked, and that these numbers came from a group of individuals even marginally representing my demographic. It may seem slightly in the vein of ‘conspiracy-theorist’, but I don’t think the modern poll is all that accurate. For one, I have neer been asked. That sentiment might seem a tad egotistical, me assuming that as my opinion is not one among the two-thousand daily thoughts that make up the bouncing numbers we hear on the nightly news that they are not valid. But strolling through the CBC’s website, I found an interesting [...]
killing lobsters slowly
Brett and Lenore were over for seafood last night. It’s the [plug] Save-On Foods Lobster Event, wherein we land-locked folk are able to purchase for a reasonable price the temporary companionship of a live lobster. We bought four, and cooked them in a broth of lemon and onion. It’s one of those rare events: a brutal evening when one is forced back to the primal roots of times past of killing one’s own food. Maybe that’s why it was suggested (albeit mostly in jest) that we should make a little lobster snuff video. We didn’t, and instead retreated to the living room to discuss politics over the muted election debate broadcast on CBC. There’s almost a metaphor there, no? Four helpless politicians being prepared for [...]