Bull On The Run In Supermarket, Cummins SuperValu in Ballinrobe, Co Mayo
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April 30, 2009 at 6:14 am (Animals, Video)
Bull On The Run In Supermarket, Cummins SuperValu in Ballinrobe, Co Mayo
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April 29, 2009 at 2:30 pm (Cool!, Firefox, Google, Hyperwords, Shiny stuff, Web browsing)
Oh GREAT! Yet another virtual shiny object to keep me busy.
Actually, this has to be the coolest and most useful add-on. You can look up websites, reference, find images, shop, translate, find the exchange rate or price in all the major currencies, and… and… and… lots of other stuff, simply by highlighting a word on a web page.
Watch the video.
April 28, 2009 at 5:46 pm (Birds, Chickadees, Driving around)
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This was filmed the day the exhaust system crapped out in the car. I FINALLY managed to get Windows Movie Maker to spit out the video. The one with the fuzzy butt was affectionately dubbed “Benjamin” as Benjamin’s nickname is “Mr. Fluffypants” (when he was a kitten, he looked as though he was wearing a pair of fuzzy pants).
April 28, 2009 at 5:27 pm (Birth control, F&#*%@ing, Really stupid stuff, Stupid stuff, The law)
On what planet????
A teen in Fairfax County, Virginia has been given two-week suspension and recommendation for expulsion for taking her prescription birth-control pill at school. If she had been caught high on LSD, heroin or another illegal drug, she found, she would have been suspended for five days.
Yes, taking drugs you aren’t actually prescribed is a bad thing. So is drug addiction and trafficking. But , to my mind, what is infinitely worse is failing to use the braincells God gave you in discerning the difference between a drug someone shouldn’t be taking and one they should.
Whatever mindless dronery drove the bureaucrat who accosted this young woman, they seem to have followed the well-trodden path of the school official who decides that kindergartners who hug a classmate are “sexually harassing” them; the principal who called the police over a student bringing a plastic butter knife to school because it was a “dangerous weapon”, and airport security who seize tweezers but allow Screwdrivers (seven inches or less in length) and umbrellas to be carried on. (The fact is that a very effective weapon can be fashioned from a section of newspaper – something the FSA seems to have overlooked).
Where do you draw the line?
Is a child who uses an Epipen in danger of being suspended? What about teen who may need to take Nitroglycerin because they have a heart-condition?
Time for some common sense.
April 27, 2009 at 7:40 am (Art, Artists, Too much time on their hands)
James Kuhn, the man who painted his face every day of the year, has finished the 365-day project.
April 24, 2009 at 11:43 pm (Cold War, Death, Evil plots, Musing, Nuclear War, Ottawa, People are stupid, Photographs, PhotoHunt)
There are a number of ways to go on this one….
This little piggie has a lot of protection. Chicken wire and a cocktail umbrella. For the full version of this project, see here: “June Bride“.
The “Diefenbunker“… Canada’s formerly top secret air-raid shelter designed to house the government, officials, and military…. while the rest of us, presumably, fried. With the end of the Cold War, the Diefenbunker is open to the curious public. It is located just outside Carp, Ontario, near Ottawa.
This is the “technology” that changed my life… I was a small child when the Cuban Missile Crisis began. Air-raid siren tests screamed out with regularity. We had a bomb shelter in our basement. Fear of the “Red Threat” was jammed down our throats. I lived with nightly and terrifying nightmares of war and death throughout my entire childhood. Even today, the sound of an air-raid siren makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This disused siren sits at the entrance to the “Diefenbunker”.
The Diefenbunker Poem:
In Bermuda shorts,
pushing strollers and giggling, tourists rush to the next exhibit.
Hoping to beat the traffic
and get to Walmart before it closes.I, on the other hand, recall the fallout shelter in our basement
and cold-sweat nights (and days),
waiting for the bomb to drop.
I can’t help thinking that the bomb-shelters, air raid sirens, and assurances that “drop and cover” would protect us amounted to little more than chicken wire and cocktail umbrellas….
April 24, 2009 at 9:04 am (Assholes, Cars, Evil plots, F&#*%@ing, Law, People that burn my butt...)
This morning, I drove down town for our bi-weekly chiropractor appointments.
As usual, I tried to find a parking space but found that the only free spaces were taken by taxicabs idling in front of the Public Library instead of in the taxi rank outside the Indigo Hotel where there is ample space.
No, firstly, they aren’t paying for the parking spot, which is illegal. Secondly, they are idling which isn’t just bad for the environment, here in Ottawa, it is against the law unless it is above a certain temperature or below a certain temperature. Thirdly, when it is suggested that they need to move their vehicles they either ignore you or are downright rude and refuse to move.
Often, as I am up in the Chiro office, I watch the cars parked along that section of Metcalfe Street and can see the same taxis parked for well over 20 minutes. Often, when I come down tot he car after my appointment, the same drivers are in the same spot or have merely moved up one spot when someone who had parked has moved their car. Often, they are out of their cars, chatting while their cars are idling.
There is no Earthly reason why I, who am willing to pay for parking, should be shouldered out by taxi drivers who DON’T pay for parking. Especially, when parking downtown is at a premium.
So… while I drove around the block for yet another time looking for a space (using yet more fuel and causing more pollution) I find myself behind a line of cars waiting for a woman to cross the street who is slowly ambling across yakking on her cellphone.
So I yelled at he “Get off you fucking phone and cross the street”. As I made my way down the street, she barreled up to the car and whacked my window. As “luck” would have it, after finally getting a taxi driver to move and park my car, who should wander up the street but the woman I yelled at. She called me “vicious” and said she felt “sorry” for my mother because I was so “rude”. She said she had some sort of “injury” which was why she was so slow crossing the street. I opined that if she has an “injury” she seemed to have recovered from it and didn’t seem to be having a problem when she ran up the street to whack on my window.
Fact. She was walking and talking on the cellphone and was too preoccupied with that to know just how slowly she was walking and was oblivious to the fact that she was holding up traffic while she carried on a conversation. Not only is it silly and vain to walk on the street carrying on a conversation on your phone, it is dangerous. End of story.
Regarding the taxis idling, I emailed the taxi company and Cc;d the city bylaw enforcement and the mayor, attaching the relevant City bylaws. So there… Pttthhhhttt….
I received this response from Christine Vonk at Blue Line, the main culprit in this…
“I have forwarded your e mail to managers and they will ensure that messages are sent out to all drivers regarding this issue—I am sure this will be dealt with asap—thank you for your concerns!”
April 23, 2009 at 9:15 pm (Dragon Fruit, Food, Fruit, Pitahaya, Shopping)
This evening, I went to the grocery store to get a few odds and ends.
I trolled by the “exotic fruits” bins in the vain hope that they might have “Dragon Fruit” (Pitahaya). Towards the end of winter, the Loeb store near us started carrying some more unusual fruits like varieties of Passion Fruits and the aforementioned “Dragon Fruit”.
There are a number of varieties of Dragon Fruit. The one the store was carrying was the one which looks like this…
It is the fruit of a cactus. Unlike the more ubiquitous “Prickly Pear” you often see, the seeds are more like those you find in a Kiwi fruit. In fact the flavour is sort of Kiwi-esque. It is easy to peel. Simply cut in half lengthwise and slip a spoon or even just your thumb between the thick leathery skin, slide it along the length of the fruit and it will pop out the pulp in one go. Slice it and serve.
The one I have been hoping they will get in is the red variety. Looks exactly the same as the one above but it has bright fuchsia flesh inside. Apparently the flavour is incredible.
Recently, Loeb stores across the province began being rebranded as “Metro” stores, having been bought out by the Montreal -based grocery chain, Metro Inc. Today, the Loeb near us opened as a Metro store.
AND… Lo, and Behold! After many weeks of checking, there in the exotic fruits bins were my beloved Dragon Fruit! They were a little droopy but I expect they will tase just fine….
April 21, 2009 at 5:56 pm (Uncategorized)
Recorded at a 1999 charity show. This shows that she isn’t a one-song wonder. This actually DID bring tears to my eyes.
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