It's the meteorological chitchat that keeps you coming back. I know it. We spend so much time looking forward to a bright hot day that you would think we would record them in binders like family albums, categorized by how nice the breezes were or how long the evening seemed to last. Tomorrow bodes very well. Perhaps 80F in April on a sunny Saturday. 70F this Friday evening. This very day. It's the anti-blizzard weekend. The one you wanted on a Tuesday in late January.
- I sure love it when people who accuse others of having no moral compass then have to admit that the guy was pretty much right. Oh, what a giggle we will have in the next era when we look back on these times.
- I would have thought the whole "eating a replica of our bodies" might have been a bigger issue than the name.
- SPACE BLOB!!!
- I thought this was pretty funny. When to worry about the IT geeks planning to control your lives? When they say "...people are passionate about your product..." or "IZ: You mean enhance civilization, make it even better?" you know someone is quite enraptured by an impending cash-in.
- In the same vein, when someone says "Can we just retire this stupid line of questioning once and for all?" after referring to "the straw man" you may need to realize they are facing an argument they don't want to admit is lost due to the weight it places on the possibility of being enraptured by an impending cash-in.
- Sometimes the things that got cashed-in die and, quite surprisingly, take 675 employees. Can you believe GeoCIties was bought for 2.9 billion ten years ago?
- Not necessarily my deepest love with a french fry van - I reserve that for Colburne's of Pembroke, Ontario - but certainly my first. Sitting on the wall at the Halifax central library having a Bud the Spud was a big part of my youth.
- Why are we not hearing news item after news item about how Ford saw this coming, may well never ask for a penny of public money, is about to crush its competition through sheer prudence and actually makes cars people buy?
And you may ask yourself how do I work this BBQ? You may ask yourself where is my suntan lotion? And you may ask yourself where does that garden path go? Is this my beautiful yard?
Comments
Mike C - April 24, 2009 8:55 AM
Yes, good luck to Bud.
brodie - April 24, 2009 11:26 AM
oh I don't know, i think it is about the name. we also have "licorice babies" which still take the shape of a person (kinda) but they dropped the nasty part of the name long ago. well, most did anyway.
(lyric link blocked by IT overlords btw)
Jay Currie - April 24, 2009 2:05 PM
We are headed for much the same weekend weather out here - a week after I froze my extremities at cub camp.
I was never much good on the candy name front having believed for most of my youth that I was gobbling down the incomprehensibly named "Jew-Jews".
seanie - April 25, 2009 9:12 AM
lol.. Brodie got truncated... My week is complete ha!
Not surprised about Geocities one iota. When it was bought out it was buggy and silly and the only bonus was it was free. A huge waste of 2.9 billion. One can only assume that there was a time machine in google's offices and they saw Geocities becoming something like blogspot/blogger and decided to kill it.
As far as candy goes, I am nothing but pleased that I no longer have to have my Curly Wurlys delivered via airship and they are available at the Bulk Barn of all places. Didn't they used to be called WigWams or something like that over here?
seanie - April 28, 2009 5:42 PM
Aha! A Wig Wag!
Curly Wurly is a type of chocolate bar manufactured by Cadbury Trebor Bassett and sold in the UK, Australia, Germany, Portugal, and the Republic of Ireland. It was launched in the UK in 1971. Its shape resembles two flattened, intertwined serpentine strings. The bar is made of chocolate-coated caramel. Also available are "Curly Wurly Squirlies," which come in a bag and are just the cross beams of the ladder. This design was created by Charlie Simmonds as an apprentice at Cadbury.
A Canadian version of the Curly Wurly, known as the "Wig Wag" was available in the 1970s.