Pond Rocky

Last week it rained and then there was a cold snap, so the lake was super awesome, and it only lasted one day before there was some crappy warm weather and snow again. But I got this picture and some good real winter experience. There is something to be said for skating on the wide wide rink the lake provides.

Jurassic Lark

Check what I did. See quantz link. I don't want to make too much of this, but I am now famous by virtue of having received the recognition of Ryan North and this is my greatest accomplishment since my hockey team won the Kingston Church House League Championship in 1987.

Foregone conclusion

Well I just caught the end of the hockey game. Man the leafs got smoked.

TV in CC playing 10CC

It used to be that I only ever saw closed captioning in bars. It would be Hockey Night in Canada and the Leafs would undoubtedly be blowing another two goal lead. So I'd drink some more and try to read the scores of the other games flashing at the bottom of the screen. But I'd be having trouble catching all the scores because the words of Harry Neale kept getting in the way in the form of horizontal black blocks spreading across the screen. I would think: 'reading's for chumps'. I was biased though because I probably had about six or seven articles and a couple of books to read that week. So it followed. Obviously I had not yet discovered the real purpose of closed captioning: to ROCK.
It started while I was working up in Canada's Arctic. After a long day of work sucking, there's not much I liked doing more than plugging in my electric and playing loud punk songs way too loud in the little rooms I was too loud in. Loud. Then I'd probably watch TV. One day I got put in a house with another Northern worker who kept complaining about the last guy he lived with; how he'd watch Seinfeld DVDs with the sound off and play his guitar at the same time. What bothered my co-worker wasn't the guitar playing per se, but rather that the guy sucked, and he did this all the time. So I started doing the same. Nah, I actually waited until that co-worker was shipped off somewhere else.
I'd watch hockey games cause you don't really need sound except for Coach's Corner. It wasn't long before I'd turned on the closed captioning and was watching other things while playing my sweet Charvel. I recommend everybody try it. Some shows are better than others in close captioning accompanied by a trans-like blues riff you've been playing for 90 minutes. Most notably: CSI:Miami (Horatio is even more hilarious when you imagine his voice), Seinfeld is good for this(it helps if you've seen them all ten thousand times), and Sue Thomas FBI (I love the little music notes, also the irony). Of course there is a major drawback. Commercials generally don't have closed captioning. Luckily I watch enough TV while not playing the guitar to have seen most of the commercials elsewhere. Doesn't that last sentence sum it up though? Life is divided into time spent playing the guitar, and time spent not playing. Oh yeah, mowing the lawn and doing dishes too.

Polar Bears

So now that i've moved away from the north I can write about polar bears. Had I written earlier, some jerk polar bear, having read my blog in his cubicle out on frozen Hudson Bay, might have made it his duty to maul me to death on my way home from hockey one night. Call me a paranoid superstitious-bot, but wouldn't that have been cream on the cake, or icing, or whatnot.
Anyways, can you believe tourists pay thousands of dollars to go up north to see polar bears?! Some don't even want to shoot at them! Personally, living on the outskirts of town not far from the dump, they're the last thing I wanted to see. Should I want to see one now, I'll go look at a skinny depressed one at the Toronto Zoo.
I did see a fox and a rabbit in Chesterfield. They were cute, but someone said the fox has rabies. They're not bears though, so I don't know why I wrote that.