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Christmas wrap

A week and a half overdue, but here 'tis. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, joyous Festivus to all.

I had some much-needed time off over Christmas, and spent most of it in Ontario visiting friends and family and generally doing the Christmas thing.

Flew in to Toronto on the same flight (same aisle) as coworker Jennifer Macdonald. In fact, she had all three seats to herself and stretched out for a nap. Lucky her. I zonked out for a bit but didn't get any significant sleep. Canjet was good, cheap, and cheap.

Spent some good time with mom, dad, Shannon and Chris, and the Simpson cats in Stratford, and enjoyed some delicious wraps for lunch/dinner. Mmm, bacon.

Headed up to Bradford for Amanda's side of the family, and met their new puppy. Good times there, and a big ol' traditional xmas meal. I was reminded of a Simpsons moment after some time with the little dog, Molly:


Burns: "Dogs are idiots! Think about it Smithers! If I came into your house and started sniffing at your crotch and slobbering all over your face, what would you say?"

Smithers: "Uh, if you did it, sir?"


We visited with Amanda's grandmother and aunt for an hour, and 'manda headed home on the plane to return to work. Back to Stratford for another night with the 'rents, then back to continue the tour in Toronto.

Visited the 680News gang for a while and caught up on the office gossip. Hit House of Lords for a new haircut. Dropped by the Church of Scientology Class V Org afterward for a stress test and baffled a French-Canadian Sea Org member with my utter lack of stress and astonishing knowledge of the inside workings of her organization. Chatted up the local franchisee about the South Park episode that exposed Incident II. Bill says, "Oh, yes, I think my son told me about South Park. Isaac Hayes plays Cook." Bill claimed no knowledge of Incident II, and I wasn't about to have him sent off to Ethics by telling him more than he knew. Though I think he was lying.

Got to chill at the Magic 8 Ball launch party with John and Rick (see below), then grooved the next night with Michael Hainsworth. Hey, Jimmy. Thanks for the tour! Howdy to Mrs. H who was sleepin'.

Sandra & Byron returned home from their westward adventure in time to kick back on Friday night before shuttling me to the airport after our traditional post-xmas lunch at Swiss Chalet. Big thanks to S&B for putting me up in the Monkey House during my time in the T-Dot. Greatly appreciated. Nice to be able to give my buggy a hug.

Thanks all around to everyone who was able to share some time. Halifax is great, but I miss y'all.

New Year's Eve was pretty cool. We stood on the balcony with champagne and watched "The Most Intense Fireworks Display in Atlantic Canada." Then watched the replay on Eddie and noted that our view was much better. Flicked over to Dick Clark an hour later (it was 2006 here before NYC) and felt bad for poor ol' Dick.

Back now to the regular weekly grind and its regular weekly stresses and tribulations. Ratings have begun at the new radio station, so the intensity is being turned up for the next coupla months.

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