For a couple of weeks it has been hotter than I would have ever known as a kid in the Maritimes in early August, let alone late spring. So my brain is frizz. Fangdoogled. Yet I have posed this really dumb project that I am supposed to add to every Friday. Trouble is, I need dumb things in the real world to happen to feed my dumb project. Lately, the only things that are happening are this guy's public and personal end-times and that seems suddenly to just no longer be news.

So I am kind of hoping that the folks from the heart of the Bible belt of Ontario (including a secret spy MP - what fun!) throw a wrench into the works tonight - and why not? What would be more fun than an election triggered by the fundamentalist wing of my own faith during a long, hard, stinking hot summer? I can imagine the parades of gay couples [Ed.: have two years really passed?], personal pot users [Ed.: that was in 2000!] and shirtless ladies [Ed.: was that really eight years ago?!?] triggering a panicked sweaty rush to the Tories night-rallies given that the end must be really, really nigh...or at least nigh-ish given that the smiting of the Almighty is taking just a wee bit longer than originally imagined.

Update: Interesting to note that one of the votes tonight, on Bill C-25 entitled the Remote Sensing Space Systems Act, is about protecting national security in relation to data flows in outer space. Freaky. But fortunately the definition is this one:

“remote sensing satellite” means a satellite that is capable of sensing the surface of the Earth through the use of electromagnetic waves...