Something Old

This is from a long time ago, but Leif put this ad in FFWD in the… I don’t know… Wanted section? Leif is all kinds of crazy and creepy, which is why I love him. But still this was one of his crazier moments. He was of course referencing my camel leather bag and my kangaroo scrotum change purse. The rest simply his own brand of nonsense and ingenuity.
Something Borrowed

Yesterday, I looked down at my desk and a single penny was sitting on my desk. This is that same penny. From this penny flowed a beautiful conversation with my “friend” Brendan.
me: im listenin to wiretap / its crazy / i have an american penny on my desk from 1934
Brendan: That is a non sequitur.
me: i dono what that means
Brendan: It’s Latin for “doesn’t follow”.
me: its amazing
Brendan: Because it’s a random observation that has nothing to do with anything we’ve been discussing.
me: this penny was around for the last depression and now its around for the new one
Brendan: If you’re testing blog material on me, I expect compensation.
me: initially I wasn’t but I’m changing that opinion because you’re an ass
Brendan: 4:20 bra!
me: dont say bra
Brendan: You’re not the boss of me.
me: i could be
This is why Brendan and I are going into the radio business together—we have chemistry.
Something New

Or relatively new. Every time I go to the grocery store or Shoppers, I have to test my pulse. This is proof that I am an elite man that is basically super-human. I am naturally, without effort, in the best shape of my life… or something.
Something Blue

Could I be anymore clever? I think not. Well there is an election coming. Apparently the federal government knows that I live here because I am registered to vote. Or maybe it’s because I have the grand luck of being in Stephen Harper’s riding. Canada, take note, if you want your vote to mean something do not move to the leader of a party’s riding that you—on basically every level—oppose.
I had thought, prior to realizing what riding I was in, that I might vote Liberal. I had thought about voting for the Liberal candidate, because I suspect that Dion has more to offer than he is able to communicate. Frankly, Magnum Jack (Layton) just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I do enjoy the fact that he is a bald pitbull, but I don’t find he represents me. But being the riding I am in, I will vote—most likely—for the Greens because I agree with their ideals and when I want my vote to count I will vote for the party who will benefit from the proportional funds.
You know the strange thing? I have been at home, for the most part, over the last three weeks and not one candidate has knocked on my door. Though, as you can see, Stephen Harper called, but to continue an already lengthy list of disappointments, it wasn’t actually him.
And a silver sixpence in my shoe.
I had an interview today that went well and I am really keen on the company and position. I like that word: keen.