P is for Patriotism and a few other things

I admit it. I'm the closest thing to a flag-wavin' nut you're likely to see in this country. I get goosebumps listening to the Anthem, and I get a real swell of pride on Canada Day, watching the Snowbirds, and even on Remembrance Day. I dunno what it is, but I've got it. I love the flag, I love all the things this nation has accomplished and I appreciate the fact that its largely done without a lot of horn-tooting.

Of course, I can appreciate some good satire when I see it. These guys really top the list:



and



Gotta love it.

I suppose I'll even grand some grudging admiration to Weird Al and "Canadian Idiot"



But of course, "P" is really for Penny. My favourite Canadian Pervert (thanks, Kal. Btw, how's that ilicit sex video traffic doing?) I know I've raved on
ad infinitum about the awesomeness of my wife. And I'll continue to do so. So there. She rocks. and she's MINE. (Sorry Lowk, Kal, Larry, Dani, Callie, et al....)

And just for her, I'll leave you with this video from one of her favourite Canadians:



P.S. Ed, I haven't forgotten about the Meme tag. I promise I'll get to it.

O is for Ouch

Ouch. So there I was. No shit. Game was scoreless through 2 periods. 2:30 into the period they score. And again. And again. We lose 3-zip.

A disappointing state of affairs.

O is also for Oops.

When the venerable Grey Cup is presented to the winning team after the game, the boys get their hands on the actual 94 year old trophy. Unlike the Stanley Cup, which has 3 replicas on the go and the original safely on display at the Hockey Hall of Fame in Toronto. As with anything else which is 94 years old, the Cup tends to be a little fragile....as a BC Lion discovered to his chagrin on live TV when he....

Broke. The. Grey. Cup.

Yep. He broke it. Snapped if off its base.

This thing has had its share of bumps and bruises over the years but its never been busted like that before. And certainly not on live television.

It has since been repaired by a very talented Winnipeg welder.

Oh is also for Oh My God. As in what was Michael Richards thinking??

Oh, I seem to have reached the end of this post. Oh dear.

N is for "Now??"

...something I often ask Penny.

N is also for "Never say Die", which is exactly what the BC Lions did all season long and they kicked the asses of the Montreal Alouettes all over the field in the 94th edition of the Grey Cup, held yesterday in Winnipeg.

N is for Nit-picky. That's how I was working on a recent photo editing assignment. I was stuck in pixel land and I wasn't sure I was coming back.

That is all...

M is for Magna Carta

Okay, okay, so its a little historical geekery in the title. This rather belated entry is actually not about the 1215AD document as the foundation for representational governance. Honest, its not!

Its really more of a tribute to she who is My Wife. She who is Magnificent. Mollifying. More Meticulous than the gives herself credit for. And, most importantly, MINE.

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!

(heh...sorry. Got a little carried away there.)

Have you ever had one of those "reality" moments? A moment where you think , rather objectively, about a situation that you're in and you just say, "How. Holy shit." Or words to that effect. "Is that really what happened?" I had one of those, recently. Not in a bad way, or anything. Just one of those, "wow, I really married this woman?" moments. More of a recognition of good fortune. She really is awesome, MY wife. I just love her to bits.

k, fine. So this wasn't really a "M" post. Except for the fact that Penny is Mine. My Wife. My Love. Mea Vita. Meum Mel. My pearl beyond price.

And, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
(so what if it's TMI? Ed and Sue will understand) ;-)

L is for Loss

The idea of "loss" has been much on my mind for the past several days.

So here we go.

Loss - what my Thursday team managed to do despite some unexpectedly
strong efforts on my part.

Loss - what my Argos managed to do on Sunday afternoon after fluking their
way to the East Final. A disappointing game from them on all fronts.
"Loss" will no doubt be felt by those who will not be returning to the
team next year.

Loss - what the Leafs managed NOT to do, despite losing Sundin and
Raycroft over the past couple of games. A 5-1 rout of Montreal was
clearly what the Team Therapist ordered.

Loss - Keenly felt on November 11th as Canada paused to remember those
killed, wounded or forever scarred by war. I can't help but notice that
my Legion's contingent in the town's parade was a little smaller this
year.

Loss - What my colleague 'L' is no doubt feeling after the loss of her
baby, just 11 days shy of her due date. She and her hubby had been trying
for 6 years to get pregnant and we were over the moon for her. We got the
sad news on Friday. Such cruel irony that many unworthies breed like
rabbits, yet this wonderful woman and her husband face yet another
staggering setback. Sometimes words are just not enough.

K is for Kick-Ass

(Don't get on me about hyphenations. This is my blog, so I'll do what I wanna!)

Yes...kick-ass would be the way to describe this last week. Or Kicking ass. Whatever works.

• I kicked ass in my most recent assignment for school. Got another "A". (Kick-ass!)
• I saw two totally kick-ass football games this weekend. The Argos and Bombers played a thriller, albeit in front of a disappointing playoff crowd. Then the Roughriders and the Stamps put on a great show.
• Michael Bishop - kicked ass coming off the bench cold to throw 2 TDs to clinch the Argo win.
• Saskatchewan's Defence - kicked Calgary's ass for the bulk of the game, setting up a major West division update
• My current model building efforts on a 1970 Plymouth 440 GTX - kicks ass.
• My Monday team - kicked ass last week to keep us in the top half of the league
• My Thursday team - kicked ass last week in a nice upset win.
• My wife - just generally kicks ass for her awesomeness

So there's your kick-ass post for a kick-ass Monday.

J is for Jones

Technical Designator: Jones, Kalezac Prometheus (ussy-Pay, Mk 1, Mod 0), one each, for the purpose of.

Scientific Nomenclature: Gluteus Irritatus Maximus

Ah, Jones. Wifey-pooh's vassal. Motherdear's firstborn. BG's endless competition. Handler of Recondo, keeper of The Garage, and major-domo for Rasta Cat. Jones, the Shameless luster-afterer of Penny and self-proclaimed successor to The Stony One in the event of his untimely (yet likely suspicious) demise. He, closet photo documentarian; tireless denouncer of irritating Mass-holes and ardent political op-ed blogger.

Truly, my friend, what can I say that has not already been said?

I think the burning question in everyone's mind is, "Dude, seriously. Like, what's up with the creepy rotting food pictures?"

Yes, friends, J is for Jones. World wthout end, Amen.
(pass the potatoes)

I is for Idiot

Well, what the hell else would I use? My loyal readership knows that I don't suffer fools well, and as Nov 11 draws closer, they seem to come out of the woodwork more and more.

Here's the latest example and aftermath.

People's lack of respect and consideration never cease to amaze me. And if ever there was a group of Canadians who deserve it unconditionally, its our veterans.

And then, just for kicks, you get idiots like this one. I don't envy the officers who have to learn to cope with what they see. Humanity saddens me sometimes.

I is for Idiot, indeed.

H is for Happy Birthday!

...and a Happy Birthday to The Panama Jackass, that Missouri Masher, that Nature Boy, that Deuce Bigolow Wanna-be...

LARRY!