Al Gore
There is life after politics. Seeing Al Gore on "The Daily Show" recently I was somewhat awed by seeing a former politician showing concern for the environment. Not mock concern, but actually being pro-active in educating people to the real concerns ahead due to the impact of global warming. Having been on the lecture circuit for many years now, Gore had recently lectured in Los Angeles and was approached by movie execs about the concept of turning his book and lecture series into a documentary. A deal was consummated culminating in the film "An Inconvenient Truth". It is about relaying the real scientific truth about global warming which is shared by an overwhelmingly number of people in the science community. It examines scenarios likely to take place to our world if action is not taken to help remedy the situation we now find ourselves. I am hopeful that this will help further spur on an aggressive movement to educate the masses to enact changes in the worlds approach to using fossil fuels.
http://www.climatecrisis.net/
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
A Few Points On Our Stupidity
1) We feed herbivores feed containing animal parts making them omnivore cannibals and freak out when mad-cow disease results.
2) We are more concerned with our economy than our environment.
3) We fail to see how much big business controls government and media thus controlling us.
4) Television.
5) We are more concerned with American/Canadian Idol and/or Survivor than we are with people starving to death.
6) Cher infomercials
7) Our inability to see people from other countries as human beings.
8) Our inability to see that tax cuts lead to essential services cuts.
9) Danielle Steele.
10) Religion or "My invisible being is more powerful than yours".
1) We feed herbivores feed containing animal parts making them omnivore cannibals and freak out when mad-cow disease results.
2) We are more concerned with our economy than our environment.
3) We fail to see how much big business controls government and media thus controlling us.
4) Television.
5) We are more concerned with American/Canadian Idol and/or Survivor than we are with people starving to death.
6) Cher infomercials
7) Our inability to see people from other countries as human beings.
8) Our inability to see that tax cuts lead to essential services cuts.
9) Danielle Steele.
10) Religion or "My invisible being is more powerful than yours".
A Cure Must Be Had!
About 15 years ago I was stricken with terrible back pain which resulted in my being off of work for about 8 weeks. The ailment has been revisited upon me once again and I have been made pretty much sedentary because of it. Yet, due to PMS, my wife last night let me know how upset she was with me for not putting the girls to bed stating that my life right now is all fun and games while she toils away to the point where she is ready to "black-out". Theo is available for "black-outs" or "pass-outs" frequently so one must be sharp as a tack to see the signs. Luckily for me I can read her mind and know exactly when to step in, but due to the extreme pain I have been in I guess my sensory perception must be off a little. I have also learned that diplomacy and mock sympathy wins out over "What are you, nuts?" "What have you been sniffing?" or "There is nothing wrong with you that a little proszac and a hammer couldn't fix." For most of each month I am very loved and appreciated, but those few days are subject to "discussions" of varying severity often dependent on proximity. Of course when she intimates to me "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AND WHY AREN"T YOU HELPING ME YOU LAZY NO GOOD BASTARD" I merely reply "I am doing something to show how much I love my wonderful wife and how I still to this day am dazzled by her beauty, sensuality and intelligence." The problem then becomes controlling the crying jag, but the upside is that I then become a great and sensitive man who can do no wrong.
About 15 years ago I was stricken with terrible back pain which resulted in my being off of work for about 8 weeks. The ailment has been revisited upon me once again and I have been made pretty much sedentary because of it. Yet, due to PMS, my wife last night let me know how upset she was with me for not putting the girls to bed stating that my life right now is all fun and games while she toils away to the point where she is ready to "black-out". Theo is available for "black-outs" or "pass-outs" frequently so one must be sharp as a tack to see the signs. Luckily for me I can read her mind and know exactly when to step in, but due to the extreme pain I have been in I guess my sensory perception must be off a little. I have also learned that diplomacy and mock sympathy wins out over "What are you, nuts?" "What have you been sniffing?" or "There is nothing wrong with you that a little proszac and a hammer couldn't fix." For most of each month I am very loved and appreciated, but those few days are subject to "discussions" of varying severity often dependent on proximity. Of course when she intimates to me "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AND WHY AREN"T YOU HELPING ME YOU LAZY NO GOOD BASTARD" I merely reply "I am doing something to show how much I love my wonderful wife and how I still to this day am dazzled by her beauty, sensuality and intelligence." The problem then becomes controlling the crying jag, but the upside is that I then become a great and sensitive man who can do no wrong.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Held in Their Arms
I just watched "Lord of War" last night starring Nick Cage. I found the movie to be filled with information about gun running and arms dealers and tackled some philosophical and moral ideas. Some of the worlds biggest arms dealers : Jean Bernard Lasnaud, Victor Anatoliyevich Bout, Leonid Efimovich Minin, Monzer Al Kassar & Sarkis Soghanalian. These men are not strictly arms dealers. They have diversified interests which are mostly tied to transporting imports/exports. Arms dealers are flying in weapons to various African Nations and exporting their resources from businesses which are mostly owned by Westerners. The documentary "Darwin's Nightmare" examines the country Tanzania and how the natural species of fish in Lake Victoria (second largest fresh water lake in the world) have been supplanted by the very aggressive river perch. These perch are packaged and frozen and shipped all over Europe by the same transport companies which ship arms into various African Nations. The effect of guns for resources has further decimated an already feeble economy with famine and disease at epidemic proportions. In the district of Mwanza in the town of Geita (pop. 40,000) it is estimated that between 10 to 15 people die every week from HIV/Aids. Many people exist on the carcasses of Nile perch left over from the fish factories. By these arms dealers importing weapons and then exporting food resources you could say that these are people who deal death and then a little more death.
The largest arms dealers in the world: United States $18.5 billion, Russia $4.6 billion, France $4.4 billion, United kingdom $1.9 billion, Germany & Canada each $900 million.
Often the small arms dealers will work with countries that export weapons especially when that entails supplying a country these governments wish to keep secret, ie. Liberia. Often times it is in a foreign governments interest to supply arms to certain factions to insure social unrest thereby protecting their access to resources. Many westerners enjoy their style of living having no idea that their government is profiting from the misfortune of others believing the aid supplied to foreign countries is a good deed. The truth is that these aid packages offer no long term relief and is a pittance to pay for the enormous profits they make by arms sales and taking of resources.
I just watched "Lord of War" last night starring Nick Cage. I found the movie to be filled with information about gun running and arms dealers and tackled some philosophical and moral ideas. Some of the worlds biggest arms dealers : Jean Bernard Lasnaud, Victor Anatoliyevich Bout, Leonid Efimovich Minin, Monzer Al Kassar & Sarkis Soghanalian. These men are not strictly arms dealers. They have diversified interests which are mostly tied to transporting imports/exports. Arms dealers are flying in weapons to various African Nations and exporting their resources from businesses which are mostly owned by Westerners. The documentary "Darwin's Nightmare" examines the country Tanzania and how the natural species of fish in Lake Victoria (second largest fresh water lake in the world) have been supplanted by the very aggressive river perch. These perch are packaged and frozen and shipped all over Europe by the same transport companies which ship arms into various African Nations. The effect of guns for resources has further decimated an already feeble economy with famine and disease at epidemic proportions. In the district of Mwanza in the town of Geita (pop. 40,000) it is estimated that between 10 to 15 people die every week from HIV/Aids. Many people exist on the carcasses of Nile perch left over from the fish factories. By these arms dealers importing weapons and then exporting food resources you could say that these are people who deal death and then a little more death.
The largest arms dealers in the world: United States $18.5 billion, Russia $4.6 billion, France $4.4 billion, United kingdom $1.9 billion, Germany & Canada each $900 million.
Often the small arms dealers will work with countries that export weapons especially when that entails supplying a country these governments wish to keep secret, ie. Liberia. Often times it is in a foreign governments interest to supply arms to certain factions to insure social unrest thereby protecting their access to resources. Many westerners enjoy their style of living having no idea that their government is profiting from the misfortune of others believing the aid supplied to foreign countries is a good deed. The truth is that these aid packages offer no long term relief and is a pittance to pay for the enormous profits they make by arms sales and taking of resources.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Phone Spam
Right off the bat I want to make clear my feelings on spam. I think spam gives spam a bad name. It used to be you could get some spam, spam, spam, eggs, spam, sausage and spam and not think the worst for it, but these dark days have even made the spamhearty cringe. I received a phone call this morning about some window people who "work with" Ontario Hydro who wanted to offer me a "free" estimate. Even before the woman could launch into her spiel I was rude and said "So you are trying to sucker me into buying windows I don't need". Now, I understand this is a job. This person is just trying to make a living, but, if one chooses to work in a field which is relying on your good manners and niceness not to hang up and hear them out, thereby using up your time (are we getting payed??) ; is that not rude? Is it not rude to invade a families privacy by obtaining their phone number and trying to stuff information down their throats that they haven't asked for? So, when that inevitable phone call comes, when you pick up the phone expecting a friend, work or even dear old mom and are greeted with "HithisisMarcyandIhaveagreatofferforyoutoattendCollingwoodresort
for3daysand2nightsforfreenowhowdoesthatsound?", don't worry about niceties. Just say in your most monotone voice "You are invading my personal privacy. How dare you. I hope a giant can of spam drops from the heavens and crushes you and your employer" and hang up.
Right off the bat I want to make clear my feelings on spam. I think spam gives spam a bad name. It used to be you could get some spam, spam, spam, eggs, spam, sausage and spam and not think the worst for it, but these dark days have even made the spamhearty cringe. I received a phone call this morning about some window people who "work with" Ontario Hydro who wanted to offer me a "free" estimate. Even before the woman could launch into her spiel I was rude and said "So you are trying to sucker me into buying windows I don't need". Now, I understand this is a job. This person is just trying to make a living, but, if one chooses to work in a field which is relying on your good manners and niceness not to hang up and hear them out, thereby using up your time (are we getting payed??) ; is that not rude? Is it not rude to invade a families privacy by obtaining their phone number and trying to stuff information down their throats that they haven't asked for? So, when that inevitable phone call comes, when you pick up the phone expecting a friend, work or even dear old mom and are greeted with "HithisisMarcyandIhaveagreatofferforyoutoattendCollingwoodresort
for3daysand2nightsforfreenowhowdoesthatsound?", don't worry about niceties. Just say in your most monotone voice "You are invading my personal privacy. How dare you. I hope a giant can of spam drops from the heavens and crushes you and your employer" and hang up.
Monday, June 12, 2006
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Sunday, June 04, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Abandoned
This little beauty fell out of its nest (nest of the blonde robin) and was fluttering about the ground. The parents abandoned it and after waiting several hours to see if the parents would continue to care for it on the ground it became aparent that this baby was left to its own devices (which meant dying). I tried to put it back into its nest, but the parents still would not help it. It then fell out of the nest again so I took it in. I found an animal rehabilatator in the area and am handing the bird over when they arrive. Hope it makes it.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Pining for the Pines
This time of year really makes me itchy to get up north to Agawa Bay outside of my hometown. Situated in beautiful Lake Superior Provincial Park (as I write the park pamplet) with awesome hiking trails, waterfalls, beaches, lakes, forest, rocky shores etc... It is a place where the spirit sings and after a few days your body gets into the rhythym of the land. A healing place filled with power and spirit.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Nesting Update
The chicks have hatched and have now flew the nest. We had two nests actually, one at either end of the deck. The adult robins would get territorial on the ground, but they left each other alone when nesting even at such close proximity. Here are a few pics of the last two chicks just before they left the nest.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Corina, Corina
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,Baby, please come home.
I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.
I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.
But I ain' a-got Corrina,Life don't mean a thing.
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.
I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,I just can't keep from crying.
--Bob Dylan--
Man I love this song. Always have. Always will.
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,Baby, please come home.
I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.
I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.
But I ain' a-got Corrina,Life don't mean a thing.
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.
I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,I just can't keep from crying.
--Bob Dylan--
Man I love this song. Always have. Always will.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
The Davinci Code
Theo's family came for another visit on Friday and as usual a good time was had by all. I let them drag us to Tillsonburg to see the The DaVinci Code being the good host that I am. Besides, if McKellan, Bettany, Tautou, Reno, Molina are in it, it couldn't be that bad. I expected the worst and although it is not a film in my top 100 I can't say it was all that bad. What I do really enjoy about this film/book is the debate it has created. I love anything that makes religious zealots squirm and pound their chests in attempts to defend their faith. My way of thinking is: if you are a spiritual person you would never think of defending your ideals. Your sense of spiritual being is what it is. No amount of arguing is going to change that and being a spiritual person you would know that no amount of arguing is going to change someone else. Arguing about your faith is a sign of weakness in your spiritual makeup. It is a need in yourself to continue to reinforce your concepts of faith, or, moreover, to fill the holes in that concept. I find most religious orders help breed a sense of superiority, hence religious wars. The Muslim believes the Christian an infidel while the Christian believes the Muslim a heathen etc... I have always marveled at how people so zealously defend their faiths especially when one takes into consideration that their faith is most likely arrived at by their geography. I mean the ratio of conversions in the hotbed of any religious order is next to none. Instead of an acceptance that most religions have one central all-powerful being, the world revels in the opportunity to cling to the differences which in turn alienates creating sides thus creating friction. Most religions preach love for humanity, yet wars are fought over religion. I marvel at our blindness. Our sheepish unyeilding march towards spiritual poverty.
Theo's family came for another visit on Friday and as usual a good time was had by all. I let them drag us to Tillsonburg to see the The DaVinci Code being the good host that I am. Besides, if McKellan, Bettany, Tautou, Reno, Molina are in it, it couldn't be that bad. I expected the worst and although it is not a film in my top 100 I can't say it was all that bad. What I do really enjoy about this film/book is the debate it has created. I love anything that makes religious zealots squirm and pound their chests in attempts to defend their faith. My way of thinking is: if you are a spiritual person you would never think of defending your ideals. Your sense of spiritual being is what it is. No amount of arguing is going to change that and being a spiritual person you would know that no amount of arguing is going to change someone else. Arguing about your faith is a sign of weakness in your spiritual makeup. It is a need in yourself to continue to reinforce your concepts of faith, or, moreover, to fill the holes in that concept. I find most religious orders help breed a sense of superiority, hence religious wars. The Muslim believes the Christian an infidel while the Christian believes the Muslim a heathen etc... I have always marveled at how people so zealously defend their faiths especially when one takes into consideration that their faith is most likely arrived at by their geography. I mean the ratio of conversions in the hotbed of any religious order is next to none. Instead of an acceptance that most religions have one central all-powerful being, the world revels in the opportunity to cling to the differences which in turn alienates creating sides thus creating friction. Most religions preach love for humanity, yet wars are fought over religion. I marvel at our blindness. Our sheepish unyeilding march towards spiritual poverty.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Titanic
The movie "Titanic" was on this afternoon. If I remember correctly it won an academy award for best film. It is, to my way of thinking, one of the worst movies ever made mostly due to poor direction. I tend to judge a director more harshly than I do actors for it is he/she who can control the performances. Travolta in "Pulp Fiction' was amazing, yet he sucks in most of his other films. A good director can take a bad to mediocre actor and get a great performance out of them while, conversely, a bad director can take a good actor and make them look ordinary. Theo was watching "Titanic" today when Rain entered the room and began watching with her. Theo thought that the film had some historical merit and so allowed Rain to watch it with her. A scene near the end of the movie has Kate Winslet foolishly declining a seat on a lifeboat to remain with Leonardo DeCaprio. She runs into his arms while he admonishes her "Rose, you're so stupid. So stupid" while he showers her in teary-eyed kisses. It is at this point that Rain looks at Theo and says "Now that is some really bad acting". Cassidy takes this all in and grabs Theo by her face and says "Mommy, you're so stupid" and showers her in kisses. She knows she is being very funny. When two children ages 4 and 7 can identify movie tripe you have to wonder who is voting on the Academy board.
The movie "Titanic" was on this afternoon. If I remember correctly it won an academy award for best film. It is, to my way of thinking, one of the worst movies ever made mostly due to poor direction. I tend to judge a director more harshly than I do actors for it is he/she who can control the performances. Travolta in "Pulp Fiction' was amazing, yet he sucks in most of his other films. A good director can take a bad to mediocre actor and get a great performance out of them while, conversely, a bad director can take a good actor and make them look ordinary. Theo was watching "Titanic" today when Rain entered the room and began watching with her. Theo thought that the film had some historical merit and so allowed Rain to watch it with her. A scene near the end of the movie has Kate Winslet foolishly declining a seat on a lifeboat to remain with Leonardo DeCaprio. She runs into his arms while he admonishes her "Rose, you're so stupid. So stupid" while he showers her in teary-eyed kisses. It is at this point that Rain looks at Theo and says "Now that is some really bad acting". Cassidy takes this all in and grabs Theo by her face and says "Mommy, you're so stupid" and showers her in kisses. She knows she is being very funny. When two children ages 4 and 7 can identify movie tripe you have to wonder who is voting on the Academy board.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Incompetent Bell Update
After further review Bell has established that they were in fact in error. They were also pleased to inform me that they owed me money and would be applying a $207.00 credit to my present account. This just days after a collections agency threatened to ruin my credit rating after being told I missed the three month window to appeal the charges even though I just found out about them three weeks ago. I believe Gilliam could have used this material in "Brazil".
After further review Bell has established that they were in fact in error. They were also pleased to inform me that they owed me money and would be applying a $207.00 credit to my present account. This just days after a collections agency threatened to ruin my credit rating after being told I missed the three month window to appeal the charges even though I just found out about them three weeks ago. I believe Gilliam could have used this material in "Brazil".
Monday, May 08, 2006
The Royal Daulton Collection
Theo's parents, George and Steffi, often come together when they visit us which is interesting in that they have quite a turbulent history of 16 years years together before they divorced some 25 years ago. Also along for the 1 1/2 hour trip from Toronto to Port Dover is her fathers second wife, Theresa (pronounced Tedessa) who is an awesome person. George is an engineer who has next to no social skills. If he had not seen you for a lengthy period he might say something to the effect of "Hey, man. What happened? You got so fat." Steffi is very superficial with most of her conversations revolving around people who have lots of money, movie stars or shopping. Theresa is very down to earth, thoughtful and a joy to be around. The three of them were sitting at my kitchen table recently. Steffi and George have Bulgarian accents while Theresa is Peruvian.
Steffi: When I retired the staff gave me these beautiful Royal Daulton figures. I mean they are just to die for. Anyways, I read in the paper that Michael Daulton was going to be in-store and would personally sign any figure you purchased that day, but I thought why not bring my new figures and try to get him to sign them. So I went and got in line and when I met him, he is a very nice man and very classy you know. You know how some people pretend to be nice, but he wasn't pretending. He asked me where I was from and he has been to Sophia. Anyways, I asked Michael to sign my figurines even though I did not buy them that day and told him they were a present for my retirement from my staff and he was so nice and he signed them. It was very nice of him because he didn't have to sign them because you were supposed to buy something, but I thought it was worth a try. You know, why not?
George: Wow, that's terrific Feffe (his pet name for Steffi). So you met Michael Bolton
Steffi: Zjorro (her pet name for George) it was Michael Daulton not Michael Bolton.
George: Oh come on man. Michael Bolton signed your statues. That's great man.
Theresa: Oh George (sigh)
Steffi: It was not Michael Bolton. Honestly Zjorro are you that.... It was Michael Daulton who is owner of Royal Daulton.
I don't say a word. I just hide my smile and try not to laugh out loud. When I look over I can see that Steffi desperately wants to call George stupid, but just as she is about to she remembers his wife is sitting next to him. I can see her smoldering as she battles the strong compulsion to lay into him. George lives to upset people and his 16 years with Steffi makes him an expert on pulling her chain. Theresa is smiling and calm, but secretly she loves watching the two of them getting on each others nerves. George will later piss off my step-father enough that he confides to me later what an asshole George is. George will also dismiss the death of my brother as inconsequential, but I don't get upset with him anymore. After 14 years I can laugh at his lack of diplomacy and have learned that by turning the tables on him I can get him very upset. The family dynamic is a beautiful thing. Oddly enough, I love every one of them and wouldn't trade them for the world.
Theo's parents, George and Steffi, often come together when they visit us which is interesting in that they have quite a turbulent history of 16 years years together before they divorced some 25 years ago. Also along for the 1 1/2 hour trip from Toronto to Port Dover is her fathers second wife, Theresa (pronounced Tedessa) who is an awesome person. George is an engineer who has next to no social skills. If he had not seen you for a lengthy period he might say something to the effect of "Hey, man. What happened? You got so fat." Steffi is very superficial with most of her conversations revolving around people who have lots of money, movie stars or shopping. Theresa is very down to earth, thoughtful and a joy to be around. The three of them were sitting at my kitchen table recently. Steffi and George have Bulgarian accents while Theresa is Peruvian.
Steffi: When I retired the staff gave me these beautiful Royal Daulton figures. I mean they are just to die for. Anyways, I read in the paper that Michael Daulton was going to be in-store and would personally sign any figure you purchased that day, but I thought why not bring my new figures and try to get him to sign them. So I went and got in line and when I met him, he is a very nice man and very classy you know. You know how some people pretend to be nice, but he wasn't pretending. He asked me where I was from and he has been to Sophia. Anyways, I asked Michael to sign my figurines even though I did not buy them that day and told him they were a present for my retirement from my staff and he was so nice and he signed them. It was very nice of him because he didn't have to sign them because you were supposed to buy something, but I thought it was worth a try. You know, why not?
George: Wow, that's terrific Feffe (his pet name for Steffi). So you met Michael Bolton
Steffi: Zjorro (her pet name for George) it was Michael Daulton not Michael Bolton.
George: Oh come on man. Michael Bolton signed your statues. That's great man.
Theresa: Oh George (sigh)
Steffi: It was not Michael Bolton. Honestly Zjorro are you that.... It was Michael Daulton who is owner of Royal Daulton.
I don't say a word. I just hide my smile and try not to laugh out loud. When I look over I can see that Steffi desperately wants to call George stupid, but just as she is about to she remembers his wife is sitting next to him. I can see her smoldering as she battles the strong compulsion to lay into him. George lives to upset people and his 16 years with Steffi makes him an expert on pulling her chain. Theresa is smiling and calm, but secretly she loves watching the two of them getting on each others nerves. George will later piss off my step-father enough that he confides to me later what an asshole George is. George will also dismiss the death of my brother as inconsequential, but I don't get upset with him anymore. After 14 years I can laugh at his lack of diplomacy and have learned that by turning the tables on him I can get him very upset. The family dynamic is a beautiful thing. Oddly enough, I love every one of them and wouldn't trade them for the world.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Hagersville Station Grain and Feed Restaurant
Last night Theo and I took Rain to a play performed from students at the local Elementary school called "The Case of the Wolf vs. the Three Little Pigs". It was a musical set to 50's music "Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh daduh sha na na na sha na na na na" which pitted the Big Bad Wolf against the Three Little Pigs in a courtroom. Hogney Dangerfield was the prosecution lawyer and the standout of the play "Pigs get no respect. Pigs get no respect. Put any old dog in a movie and they win an academy award. Put a pig on stage and they call him a ham". Prior to the play we took the opportunity to experience some of the local cuisine, hence the name of this posting. Now, we should have known right away from the restaurants name what we were getting ourselves into, but we were hungry and the choices slim. We entered and took a booth near the door and sat waiting for our waiter. And we waited. And we waited. And we waited. There was one other table; an older couple and they waited also. After a few minutes a waitress appeared with heaping mounds of ribs, potatoes and vegetables (it was a daunting amount of food) which she dispatched to the waiting couple and then made her way over to us. We asked for menus and were told they really don't have menus and she proceeded to peel of the items available. Chicken nuggets and fries were Rain choices while Theo and I could choose between ribs, steak, roast beef dinner or burgers. Theo went with the roast beef (a la yorkshire pudding) while I settled on the striploin. We were just ordering our drinks when Rain got my attention by directing my eyes to a number of red ants crawling on our table (Run away!!!). We decided to persevere and moved across the room. I was instructed upon receiving our beverages that my meal came with a salad and that the salad bar was around the corner. I headed for the meager fixings only to find no utensils to serve myself. Seconds later the waitress appeared and saw my dilemma and offered her apologies. She explained: "I am pretty new to this. The usual waitress always does this stuff, but she's drunk". "Drunk?" I asked. "Yep. Completely tanked" she replied. "Wow" I said. "Yep" she replied. "So much for dependable help I guess, eh" I said. "Oh she's here. She's in the kitchen. She's just too drunk to serve" she said. At this point I became relatively speechless. It was either shut up, nod and grin or laugh hysterically. We could not eat all the food they gave us. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be though the atmosphere (country music in the background) was pretty frightening. As I washed up after dinner in the facilities I spied (I could not miss it in its enormity) a framed wall hanging in what appeared to be inked onto a sheet of fleece. The scene was a sleigh being pulled by three horses with two voyageur looking men riding inside. They were being chased by what appeared to be a pack of wolves through the forest. One voyageur had a giant hoop earring (bigger than his ear) while the other sported a beard and a rifle. You can not buy experiences like this. They just happen when the planets are properly aligned. Although I know I shouldn't, I have to bring people to this place just to screw their heads up.
Last night Theo and I took Rain to a play performed from students at the local Elementary school called "The Case of the Wolf vs. the Three Little Pigs". It was a musical set to 50's music "Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh daduh sha na na na sha na na na na" which pitted the Big Bad Wolf against the Three Little Pigs in a courtroom. Hogney Dangerfield was the prosecution lawyer and the standout of the play "Pigs get no respect. Pigs get no respect. Put any old dog in a movie and they win an academy award. Put a pig on stage and they call him a ham". Prior to the play we took the opportunity to experience some of the local cuisine, hence the name of this posting. Now, we should have known right away from the restaurants name what we were getting ourselves into, but we were hungry and the choices slim. We entered and took a booth near the door and sat waiting for our waiter. And we waited. And we waited. And we waited. There was one other table; an older couple and they waited also. After a few minutes a waitress appeared with heaping mounds of ribs, potatoes and vegetables (it was a daunting amount of food) which she dispatched to the waiting couple and then made her way over to us. We asked for menus and were told they really don't have menus and she proceeded to peel of the items available. Chicken nuggets and fries were Rain choices while Theo and I could choose between ribs, steak, roast beef dinner or burgers. Theo went with the roast beef (a la yorkshire pudding) while I settled on the striploin. We were just ordering our drinks when Rain got my attention by directing my eyes to a number of red ants crawling on our table (Run away!!!). We decided to persevere and moved across the room. I was instructed upon receiving our beverages that my meal came with a salad and that the salad bar was around the corner. I headed for the meager fixings only to find no utensils to serve myself. Seconds later the waitress appeared and saw my dilemma and offered her apologies. She explained: "I am pretty new to this. The usual waitress always does this stuff, but she's drunk". "Drunk?" I asked. "Yep. Completely tanked" she replied. "Wow" I said. "Yep" she replied. "So much for dependable help I guess, eh" I said. "Oh she's here. She's in the kitchen. She's just too drunk to serve" she said. At this point I became relatively speechless. It was either shut up, nod and grin or laugh hysterically. We could not eat all the food they gave us. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be though the atmosphere (country music in the background) was pretty frightening. As I washed up after dinner in the facilities I spied (I could not miss it in its enormity) a framed wall hanging in what appeared to be inked onto a sheet of fleece. The scene was a sleigh being pulled by three horses with two voyageur looking men riding inside. They were being chased by what appeared to be a pack of wolves through the forest. One voyageur had a giant hoop earring (bigger than his ear) while the other sported a beard and a rifle. You can not buy experiences like this. They just happen when the planets are properly aligned. Although I know I shouldn't, I have to bring people to this place just to screw their heads up.
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