Canada's Secret Weapon.
I would even consider applying for a job. Sounds interesting, but the best thing would be all the free coffee.
Canada's Secret Weapon.
Beware the Goober.
Do you even know who you are calling?
The gift that keeps on giving.
Many other things.
And another, and another, and another...
Tim Bailey - He's new, and Canadian, so it is like against the law to be mean to him.
Stefani, from New York.
John Connolly, a writer. I don't think I have ever read any of his books but I just might now.
Jack over at Richmond Magazine has a column called And another thing. Might put that on the daily read list. Just for shits and giggles.
Doug, a voice coach. Not sure what that is, but good on ya, Doug.
Mark Levin from the National Review, it's political so I probably won't read it.
Ted Reinstein, BostonChannel.com with yet another column of the same name. Guess he didn't google it either.
What I have learned from the whole experience.
Something is definitely 'up'.
Happy Father's Day Dad.
I.O.U...six hours.
You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the lambs.
Picture it, Sicily... Donna and I are at a pub, we are sitting at a table with some other girls from work. She looks over at a table containing 5 guys.
"Well those fuckin' guys must be gay!", she says, too loudly for the volume of the music.
"Why is that?"
"A bunch of guys all sitting together at a bar."
"Um, we are all sitting together..." She misses it.
Then she spots a guy wearing a white belt with studs on it. She staggers up to him and says, "Holy shit, with a belt like that you must be taking it up the ass, right?" It is a question, and she expects an answer.
The table we are sitting at is very close to the low stage, where our friends from work are performing an acoustic set. Donna is sitting so close that the guitarist could literally bash her scull with the butt of the guitar without much effort. It surprises me when he doesn't. Remember they are playing acoustic. She yells to me like we are at an AC/DC concert, "Holy shit these guys suck!" and starts screaming "FREE BIRD!"
We decide to grace another bar with our presence. It is at the other end of town, we start walking. (when I say the other end of town, it is a small town, maybe 3 blocks) This is a ghost town after midnight. Donna decides she has to pee. At this hour there is only one place open, a pizza joint. Does she go inside? No. She doesn't even notice the place. She picks that spot on the sidewalk to haul her drawers down and piss on the sidewalk. I just shake my head.
We get to the other bar, she is sitting quietly. This makes me very nervous. She is staring at a black dude, he is wearing parachute pants, a muscle shirt and he has elastic bands on his biceps. Finally, she stands up, "Fuck it! I have to ask."
This is where I exit the establishment. To this day I have no idea what she so desperately needed to ask and neither does she. The real miracle is that she did not get her ass kicked. For some unfathomable reason, no one ever gets pissed off at her. They laugh. I don't know if it is how she says it, or if they think she is trying to be funny, but they think she is hilarious.
Those Kookie Kanadians!
Amir and the laptop.
Get R and D on that immediately!
The Joh.n How.ard Conspiracy.
ME: Didn't this happen a month ago? Your just getting around to the boy?
FIVE OH: His name came up. He was there.
ME: What did the supervisor say?
FIVE OH: Huh?
ME: Oh I get it, there was no supervisor.
FIVE OH: No, we only talked to the kids.
ME: Nice, so we are taking the word of a bunch of kids, not mine of course, you can't believe a word he says right? (he gets the sarcasm)
FIVE OH: Well we have decided to allow them to go through Joh.n How.ard Soc.iety.
ME: I get it now.
FIVE OH: Excuse me?
ME: Never mind, tell me when to be there.
PSA.
Is there such a thing as being too prepared?
After three, you get a free scarf.
Stupidity, not just for American's anymore.