Old Dog

Congrats!!!

I think I built something like that with a Meccano set when I was a kid....

I am much the same. Family and work friends on FB but everything else happens here. I only had MySpace to get in touch with an old friend but she settled on FB and that was done, I can't see much point of Twitter.... no one wants to know I am napping or on CERB!

like these???

uh oh... Sookie time.

Sometimes Ren & Stimpy understood the whole world.

I was thinking the same way. I would think for a guy, this shoe would be ideal. If you hear "hunny, can you bring down my shoes?" this one is a winner. It will match pretty much any colour she is wearing. then there are the weird: Ummm didn't Sigourney Weaver kill those in Alien? I keep thinking Clydesdale... dunno why. and finally.... I'm sorry... you show up in these, I am closing the door. Fast.

You see, that was the problem in my life. Instead of marrying the one hiking up her skirt and letting it all hang out, I married the one on the extreme right, the one pretending she didn't have a vagina.

That seems more benevolent... I am just hoping that WiT doesn't use his new found powers for the forces of evil....

Every death deserves some commemoration, just as every life deserves celebration. I too may have been a bit harsh in my original comments. Norway hit me harder, because I can only envision my own kids in that context. I can imagine them in the company of friends enjoying a lovely weekend. I can imagine them with their own full lives waiting at the doorstep. I can't imagine the depth of shock or grief that the parents and loved ones of the 85 kids being told that their child is no more. I will say without equivocation that I would rather die a thousand times than to hear that horrible news. Amy Winehouse does deserve commemoration. She was unable to escape the darker seductions of fame and fortune and in the end was consumed by it. Her death and 92 others have been the source of sadness today.

Owned that album plus: and I raise you one Popeil's Pocket Fisherman!

That's not just your neck of the woods... I am heading to sunny Sauble Beach next Friday!!!!! It's the annual tradition that has been unbroken since 1970!

Jeebus WiT.... does this mean you can now shoot lightning from your fingertips?

Seriously, not my cup of .... ummm.... well we'll just leave it there. This goes into the category of "whatever floats your boat, but if it does, please NEVER let me know."

In Soviet Union, you do not lick the pussy. In Soviet Union pussy is trained to lick you.

Elvis, Kurt Cobain, Michael Hutchence, Ian Curtis, Jim Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Stuart Adamson, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Keith Moon, John Bonham, Wendy O. Williams, Michael Jackson... just a few names of musicians that have had a hand in their own demise. Some will be remembered for their impact on the world of music, some will be remembered briefly for the impact of their lives and forgotten. Amy was a talented individual who let her demons get the best of her, and in the end they won. My heart however does not go to someone who had everything and was a victim of their own success. As Cleo said, those lives lost in Norway over the past 24 hours or so have had and will have a more profound impact on all of us. The 92 Norwegians, for the most part, were anonymous to us, as we were to them. They conducted their lives away from the spotlight, loving people we will never know, working at jobs as anonymous as they were, living in neighborhoods that we will never see. Those 92 people were more like us than Amy Winehouse. They lived normal, vanilla but no less valuable lives than Ms. Winehouse. We were the same as them. Where Amy took her own life of her own will, these lives were ended short of the achievement of their dreams. Who knows what any one of those 92 could have achieved? If there was a hierarchy in terms of depth of emotion, the grief for these 92 is far more profound.

... when your first encounter with someone FAR exceeds your wildest dreams...

I want my own baby vamp....

You know that you are old when you can remember when strip clubs didn't have anything BUT the stage show.

July 23 1901 - October 14 1996 Today would have been my grandfather's 110th birthday. He made it 95 wonderful years, and I can honestly say that barely a day goes by that I don't think of the man. There are people that make you a better person just because they are or in this case, were, in your life. The man was special. There was a warmth to his character, a genuine charisma that drew people. If you knew him, you loved him. He had that small town charm - the kind of charm that made you want to stop and say hello, maybe exchange a few stories. All of his life and wherever he went, people wanted to know my grandpa. He wasn't a particularly physically affectionate, he wasn't all huggy or kissy - but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he cared deeply for the people in his life. He wasn't rich. He wasn't particularly handsome nor did he hold any position of power in his community. He was just "Bill." He understood what it meant to be a man and what it meant to be human. He saw alcoholism and spousal abuse in his family; he took steps to protect the ones he loved from both. He understood that both his son and his daughter would need an education and he made provisions to make sure that both of them would succeed. He loved his wife, his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and never have any of us doubted the depth of his feelings. It was truly reciprocal. That man has left a legacy of character to each and every person whom he met. If I could be even 1/10th the man he was, I would feel that as an accomplishment. So here's to Bill, my grandpa and my personal mentor. I miss you. I love you. I think of you every day. Is there/was there someone in your life that made that profound difference?

oooooohhhh... in the same direction, Kmart refused to sell this album in the USA until they removed the poster insert....

I love it when I walk through the door of my place and, on a day like today, feel that incredible rush of cool comfortable air....

Pepperpot ladies!!!