Happy New Year!

And may 2008 bring you and yours all the best in health, happiness and success.

And to provide you with some stress relief in those trying moments when the above wishes aren't exactly making with the nice, I present to you my gift for the New Year... virtual bubble wrap. Please to look to your right.

Hint: if you click on Manic Mode, you can pop the bubbles just by passing your mouse pointer over them. Sounds like fireworks. Which is all we're getting 'round these parts this year as our fireworks have had to be cancelled due to the high winds accompanying the FOURTH SNOWSTORM IN AS MANY DAYS!!!! Not that that's bothering me. Oh no. I love to shovel. Love it. Mwa ha ha! Shovelling! Ha! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

*ahem!*

Happy New Year.

Big time sensuality x 2

It doesn't take much to amuse me

My Christmas wish

Click for Christmasy joy.

I have no idea what he's talking aboot*

Posted before, but now with new and improved video, eh?

*No one actually prounounces it "aboot." No, we don't! Take off, you hoser!

My car is possessed. Not repossessed, you understand. Just possessed. As in having demon(s) contained within.

Not long ago I noticed the keyless entry remote wasn't working quite as well as it had previously (on L.A. Law. Sorry. I have to follow the word "previously" with the phrase "on L.A. Law." In accordance with prophecy. Or something.)

Where was I? Oh, yes. Unable to get into my car with any reliability. So I hoped it was just the remote's battery running down, as those puppies are about $150 a pop. (The remotes, not the batteries. What are you, crazy?)

Sooooo... then the car starts honking its own horn. Randomly. I'm sitting at the computer and I hear, "Beep!" from the front of the house. Then, "Beep!" again. I look out the front window and there's not a soul to be seen. "Beep!" goes my car. Right...

I can only hope the horn won't start sounding non-stop as I don't know which wire to cut (disconnect the battery, someone recently told me - good to know.) and I don't want my neighbours to kill me.

Then, the locks begin operating of their own free will. I unlock the door. Get into the car. "Click!" the locks lock themselves. "Click!" They unlock themselves. "Beep!" the horn honks. I haven't even put the key into the ignition yet. And I feel like calling a priest.

This continues for a few days with the locks randomly locking and unlocking themselves. I feel like I'm driving a prop from a Stephen King movie. It's production week of a play I'm stage managing. I haven't got time to have my car tied up in the shop. I hope for the best.

Then comes the day the remote doesn't work at all. It'll still pop the trunk (boot for my H'English friends) but that's not my preferred entry point on the car. Awkward as arse, that is.

So I go all medieval on the car and actually USE THE KEY... and it works. Fine, I think. Still time to get this play over with and get the car to the shop.

"Not so fast, carbon-based one!" says the car. Suddenly, the key doesn't work anymore, either. Nor can I unlock the door from the inside. By this time, it's production week for a choir gig and I can't afford to have the car in the shop that week, either. Also, I'm broke. And mechanics seem to like to be paid BEFORE they give the car back.

So for the past couple of weeks, I have been entering the car from the passenger side and doing a contortionist act to get into the driver's seat. Which is awkward as arse.

Suddenly, climbing in through the trunk doesn't look so bad.

So. All shows are now over. I have an appointment with the mechanic. And if the blizzard they're predicting doesn't show up, I may just be able to get into my car like a normal person tomorrow.

Good night, Christine.

Ten singers singing

It's back...

Argh.

Clue #4,322 that you're a Canadian

You receive a piece of business correspondence that contains the sentence, "You have a good holiday, too, and will talk to you in the new year, eh?"

Clue #3,742 that you're a Canadian

When you set your shower temperature to PARBOIL to offset how cold the house is first thing in the morning.

Mr. Fancy Pants

You'll be singing this all day. I guar-on-teeee!

LOLCAT. IT HAZ A HISSTRY

Wanna go for a drive?

In the interest of the international exchange of culture

Also, if I have to listen to this, so do you. Why should I be the only one to suffer?

Free Rice

Found this link to a word game on Tomato and Basil Sandwiches. Go play it now!

You know you want to...

Update 5000 grains of rice, best vocab level - 47

Beat that!