Feeling human again

Monday’s and yesterday’s sleep deprivation-fest ended with a standby

flight on the “red-eye” from Calgary to Toronto and an arrival time of

7:45 a.m.. Since The Redhead didn’t have to fly back from Boston until

about 7 p.m., I dropped her off at my house to catch some sleep while I

went off to work.

Then drop The Redhead off at the airport (always a sad thing).

Then back to work.

Then over to the hospital to visit Dad, who’s stable and resting in the ICU (long story).

Then over to my sister’s house for dinner.

Then home, where I got a call from The Redhead to tell me that she’d made it home safely.

Then fourteen hours of blissful sleep.

I’m no longer functioning on caffeine, willpower and autopilot and I’m

feeling pretty sharp again. Regular blogging will resume later today.

In the meantime, here’s some reading:

A Saddam Hussein impersonator comes out of his spider hole and back into business. Jerry Haleva, who played Saddam in Hot Shots (the first movie and part deux), Mafia!, The First 20 Million is the Hardest and The Big Lebowski, went into retirement last year at the start of Gulf Wars II: Clone of the Attack. Now that Hussein’s been captured, he’s decided that it’s appropriate for him to resume his most unusual hobby.

A snippet from the article:

But

now that Saddam is in the custody of the United States Army and is

awaiting trial for war crimes, Haleva feels ready to resume making fun

of the Iraqi dictator. “I have to be fairly selective on what I can do,

because of my real job,” he said. “But if the right opportunity comes

along and I have time for it, I’m always interested.”

The only thing that may stand in his way is Saddam’s scraggly new

beard. “Clearly, we have different grooming habits now,” Haleva

remarked.

Burbs vs. downtown. The

National Post is running a series of articles that “examines the

eternal struggle within all of us: the choice between the monster

suburban home with plentiful parking or the modest plot in the city

with the coffee shop around the corner.”

As you may know, I’m renting a

modest plot in the city with a number of coffee shops (and bubble tea

shops, for that matter) around the corner, and I respect the decision

of folks like my sister, who lives in the near ‘burbs with a large back

yard, which is great for her kids. I’m a creature of both downtown (most days) and

the suburbs (weekly visit with Mom, Dad, sis, bro-in-law and nephews) and have always had a fascination with cities and suburbs,

and this series of articles has piqued my interest.

Here’s the first article, Get me outta here!, and here’s today’s, Where everybody doesn’t know your name. I’ll probably throw in my own two cents later.

Have a good day, everybody!