I was not so much in a production of Camelot as I was part of the production. OK, I raised curtains. I sat in a closet for a week's worth of evenings when I was 14 and raised curtains. But I heard the "tra-la, it's may song" more than most humans have and I really don't mind it that much. I bet Iggy is saying tra-la this weekend. It is sort of like listening to Robert Goulet, so manly and mapled. By the way, when preparing for a conference I spoke at this week, I was quite pleased to learn that, no, I did not have a head shot for the materials. Why do people lean at a 17% angle for promotional head shots?

• I am not sure whether buying a bit of Chrysler is a good idea for us all. I mean, I have not been in one since the old Dodge Diplomat died around 1993 - no, not true - I drive an inherited van here in 2003 before trading that in at Ford.
• How to deal with invasive species - eat them. Shows them who's top of the food chain.
• I had no idea that the Edwards Opera House was so close. Now that I have a passport I may nip over for a bluegrass Saturday night sometime. Which reminds me - we are weeks away from the Watertown Wizards.
• Stephen Fry on something other than Twitter - thinking about himself at 16.
• Ted Reynolds, CBC 70s and 80s sports reporter and part of my youth passes away.
• Why isn't PEI just a column in the paper every day like "your daily smile" except it would be "look what happened in PEI today!" and it would have a story like this one about the Environment Minister telling everyone how great it was when he was a kid and dynamited beaver dams. And they sell citizenships for profit, too!
• The season finale of Private Practice last night was the worst hour of TV ever but it was like watching a shopping mall burn - can't stop staring as careers are destroyed.

That is it. Vintage base ball tomorrow. A three team event, too. We even have hats this year. And I will be sporting a hurlihee and a part well to the side. Huzzah.