Big, warm, toasty hugs and kisses to all my wonderful peeps. My personal gift to you: bar none, the absolute best. Christmas. Video. Evar.
My dear buddy Barry, who was felled much too young on Friday by a heart attack, played in a band and loved a good, raucous Irish pub singalong. So this one goes out to him and his family.
As anybody who has ever read the Peanuts comic strip knows, today is Beethoven's birthday. So today I'll be posting some Ludwig miscellanea in his honour.
First up, the wonderful illustrator and cartoonist Richard Thompson, of Poor Richard's Almanac fame, is a big fan of Beethoven. Here are two of my favourite creations:
Seen chez RedZ, Lurker and others. Post the first sentence of the first post of each month:
January: Well, peeps, it's almost midnight.
February: Here are a few more local characters from Mr. BrownA's Vancouver Aquarium visit:
March: I'm trying to remember the name of a rock band from the mid 70s.
April: Work would be great, if it weren't for all the damn people.
May: I'm heading to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan (try saying that fast a few times) later this afternoon for work.
June: Things have been so crazy, I totally forgot to mention that I'm in Vancouver!
July: You are a flashy red bra
August: Work has been crizzazy, so I haven't been posting much. But this was too good not to share.
September: Abstinence FAIL
October: Saw these knitted caps at a local outdoor equipment shop.
November: I just have one question:WTF are y'all going to blog about now?
December: I caught the infamous Philly Phlu, sent with love by Cappy to Laurie and on to me.
I caught the infamous Philly Phlu, sent with love by Cappy to Laurie and on to me.
No, not as in Rocky.
I've been going swing dancing almost every weekend for the past couple of months. I love, love, love it. I've learned East Coast Swing, some basic West Coast Swing, triple step and Lindy. But the dance I really, REALLY want to learn is Balboa. Check it out:
It's a variation of swing that originated in the 30s, and allows you to dance to very fast music, or on very crowded dance floors. It's named for Balboa, California, where it allegedly originated. I love the hold--close and intimate, with your chests leaning into each other--and the small, quick footwork. It's not as exuberant and acrobatic as full-out swing, but I think it's terrifically sexy, don't you?
I can't wait till there's a workshop or special class here to learn it.
I just have one question:
WTF are y'all going to blog about now?
I am going to a Halloween party tonight. I was planning to go as some variation on the sexy polo player theme. However, I wore a (more demure) version of this costume to work today, and realized two things:
1-Outside of the barn or horse show, my riding gear stinks.
2-I am really sick of random creeptastic guys coming up and asking me if I'll whip them, or ride them, or if they can be my horsey.
So, what to wear tonight? I was daydreaming about something totally unrelated, when it suddenly came to me:
Yes, my people: I will be going as Hrundi Bakshi, the klutzy Indian film actor portrayed by Peter Sellers in The Party. To wit, I have:
-A beige suit
-A white shirt
-A bright orange tie
-White shoes
-A turban
-A cap gun ("howdy pardener!")
-A toy parrot
Now all I have to find is a green plastic bowl and some stickers that spell out "Birdy num num". Pure genius, I tell you!
Tomorrow is election day here in the Great White North. It's been an intense, strange and often howlingly funny six-week campaign (seriously, gotta love the fast and furious. You guys should try it sometime).
The highlights:
-Prime Minister Stephen Harper, on a stop at a vegetable packing facility, surrounded by fresh produce, was asked what kind of vegetable he would be. He replied, "actually, I think I'm more like a fruit: sweet and colorful".
-A number of asinine stunts or comments got several candidates into hot water--some were even kicked off the campaign. A Conservative candidate in Toronto got the boot for posting something on his blog basically blaming that horrible beheading on a Greyhound bus this summer on the liberal left turning us into a nation of soft pussies. WTF? Then a Liberal candidate was turfed by her party for comments she made years ago about an Israeli conspiracy in 9-11. She is however staying on the ballot as an independent. And our most left-wing party, the New democrats, kicked out a candidate in B.C. when news came out that he was charged with indecent exposure over 10 years ago (he went skinny sipping a little too close to a camp for teens.),
I'm trying to get some people to come over tomorrow night to watch the coverage and see Mr BA on TV! I've decided the magic pundit drinking game words will be "coalition", "split left vote" and "shocking upset". I may try to liveblog. Who's in?
