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Moment of Zen. Or not... Good God are the American politics ever fucked up. So this former democratic education secretary William Bennett went on his syndicated talk radio show and said this:"If you wanted to reduce crime, you could -- if that were your sole purpose -- you could abort every black baby in this country and your crime rate would go down. That would be an impossibly ridiculous and morally reprehensible thing to do, but your crime rate would go down." Right. By golly I think he has the answer. Or not. Maybe try this on for size: if you wanted to reduce crime, quit making firearms soOOoo readily available to any man/child/woman/dog who breathes in the US of A. Just one thought. Maybe a second thought would be to shut your pie-hole and maybe think of other ideas rather than blame it on the black folk. Oiy. "Suite" tempations. Hey, I don't name the stuff. Latest Calgary Herald piece.My cocktail of insecurity. The past two days were hell for me. It actually felt like someone kicked my puppy and that was so way not cool. Sudden bout of depression, mixed in with some sleepiness plus a little tummy ache makes Megan an uncool cat. Thank God though, a blended raspberry tequila bevvie and a forehead-kiss made it all better. Well, mostly.It's tough for me to have a bad day and not get away with it. I enjoy hiding in my office, listening to my tunes and talking to myself without the constant distraction of the traffic outside the department. But then when I do in fact close my door, people are always quite curious as to my mood and why my door is shut. So, they ask. And ask they do. Now, don't get me wrong - it's great to know people are concerned and wondering what the frick is up with me, but sometimes I just enjoy hiding from the world. I have this wonderful luscious pink Gerber flower which has been living in a glass milk bottle beside my bed for the past week and a bit. I think I'm going to try keeping one on my table permanently. Mind you, it might get pricey after a while but waking up to the smell and sight of it has got to make up for the outrageous price of it. my name is megan and i enjoy sex, mint chocolate, indie-rock, pete tong, books on Rome, and driving fast. nice to meet you. Where do my subject lines come from you ask? Well, try sitting in a pathetically long traffic jam in the early morning hours where couldn't drive fast enough to even put my car into second. Yes, that slow. Random crazy shit enters the mind during those times, lemme tell you:
A bid ya'll adieu. bamboo = sequestering carbon from the atmosphere one stick at a time Ahhhh Wednesday. Not sure why it's called "Hump Day" actually. It has always made me cock my eyebrow in one way or another. Like, seriously, hump day?So, I am a bit of a media whore, always gawking at what's going on in the world, erm, the US. It's been boggling my mind reading about Hurricane Rita. They have displayed pictures of people and their kids walking along the beach, with like 10ft waves in the background. Now, do they think they're invincible? Hm... no. People amaze me - a true survival of the fittest, and smartest. Now that the hurricane has hit a category 5 - maybe people will get the fuck out of dodge and run for their lives. Or, for some, bust out the surfboard and enjoy a couple turns. Remember, global warming is a myth and nothing that humans do to the planet has any effect on our environment so I guess enjoy the waves while you can. Speaking of turns, snowboard season is upon us and hot dog am I ever nervous. Last year I ended up going twice (once to COP and once to Sunshine) and I was actually pretty stoked with my attempts at being Warren Miller. This year though, different crowd of people I'm traveling with, all of whom are superstars and will probably end up just leaving me in a mound of snow, left to fend for myself and make it down the scary run by myself. I think I heard somewhere by someone that you "don't take your girlfriend on a powder day". AKA - Megan's not going boarding with Scott this year. Happy Hump Day. A Sentence a Day... "All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know." --Ernest Hemingway, "A Moveable Feast"
I certainly hope this was a joke costume. Put a bullet right through my brain if my wedding ever and I mean ever ends up this gross looking.And at long last, she arrives. The curtain raises and Mrs. Ford walks out and blushes from the overly jubilant crowd cheering and clapping over the release of her first much anticipated (well, at least by those enamored by her) book, Against the Grain: An Irreverent View of Alberta. Maybe some of you remember me talking about her. I have taken many great words of advice from Mrs. Ford (I still can't bring myself to be as casual as Catherine), published her awesome quotes and have imagined myself being as distinguishd as her somewhere down the path. Anyways, I'll be front-rowing it for this book launch. Maybe you'd be interested? W.R. Castell Library Tuesday October 4 7: 30 - 9:30 p.m. John Dutton Theatre The tune that hasn't left my head in days. I kinda thought to myself last night, "you know you're big when The Gap is playing your tuneage". Oh and they were so much fun to talk to. Check out the Frays new cd and music video.If you appreciate the idiocies of Bush as much as I do... ... then this is for you. Oh to be a speech writer.History will be kind to me for I intend to write it. - Sir Winston Churchill Also on the Calgary Herald site.It's good to know that even former Conservative PM Brian Mulroney has a human side to him. And it's even better to know that Peter C. Newman brought that to light in his new book, "The Secret Mulroney Tapes". I met Mr. Newman back in the spring when he was at the W.R. Castell Central Library downtown sharing his latest and greatest book, "Here Be Dragons". He spoke to us on his favorite people over his many years as a writer. He spoke candidly about the likes of Conrad Black, Pierre Trudeau, Jean Chretien and of course, Brian Mulroney. And now, Newman's candid writing has been published in another book which has managed to find some controversy over the past week. I for one am looking quite forward to cracking open Newman's newest book. Who better to write a memoir-like book about the man whose greatest legacy is GST, than his greatest friend Mr. Newman? Newman has managed to accomplish what not many people have been able to do: tell the truth about who Mulroney really was. He had almost unlimited resources since 1984 when they struck a deal; Newman could write his biography and Mulroney would offer his cooperation with the only rule being Newman couldn't make it public until Mulroney was out of office. Mulroney had the balls to say it like it is about his colleagues, something the rest of Canada were probably thinking too. The only thing that makes this a little more special is that Mulroney is in the public spotlight a little more than Joe Neighbor is. Nothing but praises should be given to Mulroney, and Newman for that matter. Mulroney now looks like a human - with flaws and opinions like everyone else has and Newman was just the man to tell us about them. Me and my Blog. Me and the blog, (or the Blog and I for those of you who I bug about sequence of wordage) we're having our differences lately. Obviously. There really hasn't been anything much spewing on to the keyboard and onto this little template.Maybe it needs a make-over. Or maybe I do. Just changed the hair colour so that can't be it. My life has changed; but for the better. New friends and new intimacy... new car and new found luck (read: Vegas trip). But still can't manage to type anything. Not even to my good friends over at the Herald. I feel like a complete failure but at the same time, I won't do anything to change it. Why? Good question my dear friends. Scott got me hooked on the Nip/Tuck series which was on CTV for the past two seasons. It's actually been edge-of-my-seat'esque tv. Mind you, I feel rather ill from the carnage and copious graphic sexxx scenes; nothing I can't handle though. At the beginning of each show, the two doctors say, "Mr. "insert patient name here", tell me what you don't like about yourself." After about 17 of these episodes thus far, it got my motor running. What would I change? Erm. Probably nothing actually. But the blog could use an update. Get its nails done, throw on a little paint and maybe some new fiction. And I am certainly glad I'm not the PR chick for these dudes. Viva Las Vegas, Baby! This month seems to be the month when everyone's going... including me!!! Check this out:New Era Technology Student Appreciation Days! Attend any New Era Technology course during July and August and enter your name to win a weekend trip for two to Las Vegas !!! (One entry per day of your class).Prize includes airfare and 2 nights accommodation at the Stratosphere Tower Hotel & Casino. (Value: $930.00) Daily Prizes! Enter to win your chance to spin the wheel. Yah so I fully won and I am sooOOOOooo excited and horrah horray! Thought for today. Dating is like a job interview. You might not want the job but you still want to practice your interviewing skills.But hotdog- when you get that dream job all those other little nanosecond stints were certainly worth it. So what you're saying is... Sure. Blame the companies. But a fairly large portion of the cost in of gas is... oh... you guessed it. Tax. Government tax. So... maybe the MP's should be questioning themselves...Nah that would be a weird idea. Their society has officially gone the way of the Dodo. I was watching a little CNN yesterday and they had some stress expert talk about how stressful the whole ordeal is down in the southern states affected by that bitch Katrina. Now, ok. The fact that these people have lost everything they have is one thing. But the fact that these people are taking it out by looting, shooting police officers and now shooting at patients and doctors in hospitals is another thing. There was a short newsclip which showed thousands of refugees standing outside on the streets chanting, "we want help". I'm sure they do. As cold hearted as this may sound, they would be receiving the help they want if it wasn't for those token bad-apples who are acting as snipers and making the situation a little tougher than it already is. My thoughts go out to these people though. I certainly can't imagine this happening to us here. |