March 5th is a special day: it’s my sister’s birthday!
Happy birthday to the best sister in the world!
You were the only one who listened when the others fell deaf,
my only advocate when no one else would stand up for me,
the only one who believed when everyone else doubted.
You’re the best, sis.
Isn’t it funny how much the alleged mastermind behind 9/11, Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, resembles porn star Ron Jeremy?
…also known as Shrove Tuesday, the day during which you’re supposed to do spiritual housekeeping before Lent. I’m not sure why College Girls Go Wild on this day…maybe it’s the pancakes.
As for the Atkins thing, it is possible to have Atkins-friendly pancakes…if you’re willing to blow thirty bucks. Atkins Bake Mix is almost CDN$20 and Atkins Pancake Syrup is CDN$10. Even if you order room service pancakes at the Ritz-Carlton, I’m sure they don’t cost this much.
Today, I’m quite busy with work. Today, Yahoo News has got some great photos!
Why not combine the two for you-got-your-chocolate-in-my-peanut-butter goodness?
In case you didn’t get it, the title of this photo is a South Park reference.
The grooming habits of supervillains (ahem, alleged supervillains) ain’t what they used to be.
Little know trivia fact about Burt “Robin” Ward: he almost landed the starring role in the movie The Graduate.
While waiting for something to print out:
“I never knew that there’d be so much politics at a government office!”
I’m still wincing from that one.
…I will have an all-female bodyguard squad like Muammar Khadafy/Gaddafi/Quad’a’fi.
(Too bad they weren’t allowed to follow him into the Arab League summit, which is a strictly “no chicks allowed” kind of shindig. What is this, 10,000 B.C.?)
On Friday night, Paul and I took the guitar-and-accordion act to Mullins, a pub in the Bay-and-Wellesley area. For those of you not familiar with Accordion City, Bay and Wellesley’s kind of quiet mostly-condos area nestled between the financial district to the south, the University of Toronto’s main campus to the west and “Mink Mile” — a shopping district with the kind of stores you’d expect to register at for your wedding — to the north. Since this is good ol’ multicultural Toronto, Mullins is an Irish pub managed by an Asian guy named Ken.
Mullins has an open mike night every Friday night hosted by our friend Dave Ellul, one of the members of a fine drinking club known as the Thirsty People of Toronto. Word about the open mike night hasn’t gotten around yet, so while the pub is usually packed with patrons, Dave usually ends up being the only act for the evening. Paul and I thought we’d come and help lighten the load. We even brought our own groupie, Eldon. The rest of the Thirsty People were already there when we arrived and our buddy Rob — he who gave me the accordion almost four years ago — met us at the pub.
