Archive for December, 2008

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Calling a Day on 2008

December 31, 2008
Lily Kais first Christmas.

Lily Kai's first Christmas.

So it’s done. The crap year 2008 is coming to a close. If you listen to Weather Station 3, you know I don’t make resolutions. But I can look back at the last 12 months and give you some highs and lows, if you want.

Lows:

  • The current seasons of Heroes and Prison Break. I give up. I cannot take the crapity.
  • The whole job-loss thing. Layoffs at Christmas are like coal in a stocking.
  • The weather. The wettest summer on record, no autumn, four feet of snow in one week, then rain on Christmas Eve? Really?
  • Those people.
  • The Happening.

Highs:

  • Three beautiful, smart, funny kids, and all the new babies in my orbit: my niece Lily Kai, my new little cousins Arlo and Kholbie, my little pal Hadley, future global dominator Caitlyn and many others. Babies are the future, and they are dear to me.
  • My perfect woman, the lady of the house, who keeps me planted on this planet.
  • My mother, the centre of the universe, and her supernova of a wife, my other mother.
  • Reconnecting with my brother, who has a tattoo of a Chinese dragon on his head.
  • Branching out online: Launching Weather Station 1 and podcasting.

Hmm. Seems the highs outweigh the lows, which is a good sign. I’m ready for 2009. I’m ready to try new things and move forward. I hope you are, too.

Happy New Year.

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I Think I Need a Marshmallow Gun

December 31, 2008

We were browsing this funky little toy store downtown this morning. Yes, we just got through Christmas, and the kids were spoiled rotten, but hey, I like looking at toys for me, too. Anyway, we found this amazing, incredible device:

Now, I try to limit the weapons use in my home. There are no toy guns here (unless you count the ones the G.I. Joe guys are holding), and the recent addition of a set of Nerf pistols has caused more problems than I can describe.

A marshmallow gun, though, is extremely, extremely cool. As I write this, I know there is a bag of multi-coloured mini-marshmallows in the pantry upstairs. We use them in cocoa, but that’s so 2008. No, in 2009, I will fire them from a gun.

The one I saw, the one pictured above, was $29.99. That’s a bit steep, in my opinion. So I went online and discovered that I can make my own. I can make my own! You can, too, if you click here.

You may not hear from me for a while. I will be in the garage, cutting and gluing plastic while sitting in a big pile of marshmallows. Hey, you know what? Your envy looks good on you.

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2010: The Fall of the United States of America

December 29, 2008

I used to be a novelist, which is my way of saying I wrote a bunch of terrible novels that were never published. One was a fantasy Narnia ripoff. One was a thriller about a family of telepaths. Another was a funny mystery about a reporter in a small Canadian city. One was the story of the survivors of an epic storm. Another was the tale of the secret bloodline of Christ and the small Vermont town that protected it by hiding it behind a series of cryptic clues. Seriously. I finished it a month before The Da Vinci Code was published. I’m still bitter.

In the early 90s, I had a pitch accepted by one of those companies that publishes hardboiled men’s adventure fiction. You may know the kind of thing I’m talking about. You see them in used bookstores, stacks of thin paperbacks with lurid covers, girls in bikinis, tough guys with guns, etc. My series pitch, and the subsequent first novel in the series, explored the shattered North America of the early 21st century. The economies of the U.S., Canada and Mexico had imploded, and the continent had broken down into isolated city-states and new, smaller countries. War was constant and life was cheap. Into this chaos walks a lone wanderer, a man of peace forced to fight to survive … etc. etc. etc. It didn’t sell; the publisher told me I just didn’t have the right voice for men’s fiction, which makes sense, I guess.

Anyway. I was reminded of this today while reading about this Russian professor who has been predicting, for a decade, that the U.S. will fall in 2010. As things have gotten worse, Igor Panarin has been getting louder, pointing out that his theories are being proven right.

Panarin predicts:

  • The U.S. dollar will soon fail.
  • Massive unemployment, unchecked immigration and widespread poverty will trigger anger and uprisings.
  • Civil war will break out.
  • The U.S. will cease to exist, becoming instead a land of fractured, isolated city-states and anarchic wastelands in between.

Now, I’ve never met Prof. Panarin, and had never heard of him until today. But his theory sounds a lot like the plot of a bad, failed science fiction adventure novel … mine. So I have some doubts about all of this.

If, though, the U.S. does collapse, I have a few requests (on behalf of the people of Canada)

  • Can we have Vermont and Maine? Those are nice states, and would make nice provinces. Hey, face it: they were pretty much already Canada anyway.
  • We would also like Washington and Oregon. Washington because of the coffee (we are officially sick of Tim Hortons) and Oregon because we need another NBA team.
  • We’ll take one Disney park. You can give the other one to Mexico.
  • The major film studios can move to Vancouver and Toronto, but Jack Black can stay in California, especially if it’s overrun by gangs and lots of people are getting killed.
  • You can give Alaska back to the Russians. Maybe Sarah Palin will finally, really, be able to see Russia from her house …

If the U.S. does fall, I’ll let the Obamas know they can come stay at my place until things settle down. I have lots of old comics.

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Did Bristol Use The Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator?

December 29, 2008

Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston are parents today, as young Tripp Easton Mitchell Johnston made his appearance at an Alaska hospital. This is the couple’s first child, and the first grandchild for Alaska Governor Sarah Palin, who some people might say is really hot for a grandma, but not me. I don’t think like that.

Anyway, baby Tripp joins his uncles Track and Trig and his aunts Piper and Willow in the Stupid Palin Name Club. Tripp? Uh, what is that? I wondered if Bristol used the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator to come up with that chestnut, but it doesn’t appear they did.

Just for a laugh, I entered the baby’s full name into the name generator, and this is what I got: Geese Whalebone Palin. That’s choice! That’s prime! And I’ll bet that’s what Grandma will call her little bundle of baby when Bristol and Levi drop him off before school.

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Today’s Moron: Muoi Van Nguyen

December 29, 2008

Today’s moron just really, really wanted to get hammered. Police in Spokane, Washington allege this character named Muoi Van Nguyen — not the soccer player, but a totally different guy — just wanted a drink so badly he broke into a liquor store last month to get some booze.

Stay with me here, please, as I outline the details of this mastermind’s criminal enterprise:

  1. Thief wants booze.
  2. Thief sights booze in window of liquor store.
  3. Liquor store is closed.
  4. Thief finds rock, tried to break window.
  5. Window does not break.
  6. Thief goes to hardware store, buys hammer.
  7. Hammer works, window breaks.
  8. Bottle of wine stolen.
  9. Thief spotted, arrested.
  10. Cost of hammer: $11.
  11. Cost of stolen wine: $9.
  12. Net loss to thief: $2, plus wine and hammer seized by police, and also the whole problem of having to go to jail.

I know drunks can do some stupid things, but this is prime stupidity, and glorious moronity. I should point out that Muoi Van Nguyen has been charged, not convicted, but I’m looking forward to following this case. I want to hear his defence.

While we’re on the subject of hammers:

That’s funny.

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Big Bad Hair

December 28, 2008

Yesterday, I told you about the launch of Starbase 66. By sheer coincidence, another new show kicks off today. Our little United Federation of Podcasters has had a busy week …

Anyway, the new show is called Big Bad Hair, and it’s a look at the music and entertainment culture of the 1980s. In other words, it’s me reminiscing about my teens and early 20s. This week, Rick beamed over from the Starbase for a chat about an album we both worship, Blue Oyster Cult’s Imaginos.

Each week, I’ll talk to someone about 80s music. And I’m always on the lookout for guest co-hosts. So if you want to take part, drop me a line at bigbadhair@post.com and we’ll set it up. All you need is a microphone and Skype. We’ll have some fun.

Check out Big Bad Hair on iTunes or here.

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