Right now I am living deep inside a real big chilly. It's something like -42 C or whatever. When it's that cold, does it matter any more? I don't even check. It's -40, yada yada. Up until recently, it's been fairly easy to live with. But ... there's always something. First, my truck wouldn't start.…
Tag: humour
Don’t Call Me Petal
Are there "pet" names in your life? Names that are perhaps more sour than sweet? Names that make you roll your eyes? Or worse, make you want to hurl? I mean, I've been called names that, well, I can't repeat here. Like, you know, twitface and frackwit. I can take those. But what I really…
Trumpian Pee Soup and Other Political Delights
Trump has insulted our prime minister. Badly. He called PM Trudeau "weak," "meek and mild" and "dishonest." One of Trump's advisers even went so far as to proclaim that there is a "special place in hell" for Trudeau. Now, no matter what your political stripe, that kind of unregulated and moronic loudmouthery is something that…
Another Take on an Internet Behemoth
Having recently reblogged a post from Jill Dennison about the issues with Facebook, I was chuffed to find a similar one from Curmudgeon at Large. Wry and funny, I hope you enjoy it, even though you might find that it's hitting awfully close to home... FOAF has found another winner. It undoubtedly appears elsewhere but,…
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Meltdown
I first published this post in 2012, not long after I started this blog. I was particularly annoyed about how pushed I felt to participate in the buying of stuff and produced this rant. I've made a few changes to it but otherwise, here it is again, in all its grinchy glory. Ahhh ... Christmas.…
Twisted Seasonal Songs
And now ... the moment that no one has been waiting for! It's Twisted Seasonal Sing-Song Time!!! Good King Donnie T (to the tune of Good King Wenceslas; arr. L. d'Arty-Cross) Good king Donnie T looked out On the Feast of Stealing, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone Till's head…
Enjoy the Fabulous Humour of Brian Lageose
1. Thelma and Bleu Cheese An unhappily-married woman gets fed up with, well, everything, so she hops in a car and decides to just drive places and see what happens. All of her girlfriends have mani-pedi appointments that they don’t dare break, so Thelma is forced to take along a bottle of salad dressing to […]…
The Narcissist’s Piano, and Other Foolishness
I found this in my search terms: narcissist piano. I did the mental equivalent of shifting from one foot to the other while I mulled that over. What does it mean??? Is it a typo? Is the searcher wondering if pianists are narcissists? Is that an actual type of piano? I mean, this is the…
A Few of the Blogs I Follow
Happy New Year! 🙂 I hope 2017 is off to a good start for you! To begin the year with the right winter flavour (Yup. I know. Some of you are in much warmer climes, and yes, I'm jealous), here's a seasonal winter picture that I took in my former hometown: …
Fruitcake, Anyone???
At this time of year, there’s always a fight with the fruitcake gods … or whatever, so I dug up this old piece 😉 from three years ago.
I have an uneasy relationship with fruitcakes.
You know, the stuff you eat. Well, I suppose you eat it. I mean, from what I’ve heard, no one eats it. It gets shoved into the back of some cupboard, or into the corner of a freezer, and there it stays until is discovered, like an Indiana Jones artifact. You have to dig it out with a pick.
And by then, it will have acquired the density of a hockey puck.
But my questions is, if so many people hate it, why does it keep showing up on store shelves? Somebody must be buying this dreck.
And what about the people who make them?
If you stop and think about it, there’s an awful lot of fruitcake around at this time of the year, and if you can find one person who says he or she likes it, then you’re farther…
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