Announcing the end (perhaps) of the jet plane debacle
The ebook reader is here to stay. Proof? Well, how about two top-selling authors that are both writing serialized e-fiction? Atwood and Stephenson. There. Proof.
Another day of rushing around solving minor emergencies. Didn’t even manage to work up a sweat. I guess I’m getting the hang of my job.
Hey, did you hear that the F-35 jet deal might not happen? The Harper harpies shout that things are still on track. It’s just that they might be buying something else. Something like my steak supper made with a roast chicken.
NHL lockout? Still on. Can we stop paying attention, any time now?
The Beliebers (go ahead, Google it) are spinning… somebody didn’t get offered a free Grammy award, and they want to know why. Else, they might have to start their own line of awards. For the sake of argument, let’s assume that award nominations are based on relative talent. Some simple math leaves me to believe (belieb) that no talent equals no nomination. Is there something that I don’t understand?
For the last couple of hours, the dog and I have been playing a game with simple rules. It goes something like this: I open the door, he goes outside. I open the door, he comes inside. I open the door, he goes outside. What remains to be revealed is the POINT of the game. Other than him developing cold paws (we’re due for snow, any minute now), there’s not much else going on. Maybe he had a deprived childhood (puppyhood) in a different neighbourhood (the hard word from Grade One).
