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A long January speeds past

Hey, rockstars. Man, this has been a long month. Post-xmas blahs, winter blahs, election blahs, whathaveyou. January seems to be whipping past and crawling along at the same time. Apologies to anyone who I'm usually in touch with and haven't been -- it's just been one of those months, if you can dig it.

Thank goodness the election is done. Monday was a long night at work. Glad that's over with. Just hoping this doesn't become Common Sense Revolution: The Motion Picture, with protests and angst throughout the term of Harper's term.

Got out to do a small bit of sight-seeing in south-end Halifax on Saturday. Some gorgeous old houses in some beautiful neighbourhoods. I wish I'd brought my camera along. Next time.

Paid a visit to Pete's Frootique, home of CBC's Produce Pete Luckett, he of the "toodleedoo!" fame. Saw lots of imported goodies from Britain, the USA, and parts unknown. A neat, if unfruitful, shopping excursion.

Not a whole helluva lot to write about right now. As said, January is dragging along.

Oh, I read a book! Yes, a book! I don't remember the last time I read a book! Eats, Shoots and Leaves is a book for punctuation sticklers.

Had a one-second TV appearance last Friday when various outlets made a big stink out of deputy Conservative leader Peter MacKay telling former NDP leader Alexa McDonough to "stick to her knitting."  Grabbed clips from Little Eddie Dingle and burned DVDs for the bosses to score a brownie point (and for them to score points with their bosses uplines).

Hoping February will bring an upswing in activity and enthusiasm, and many more interesting tales and adventures (and photos!) for the bigass fan base. And fingers are also crossed for 'manda to score a lucrative employment opportunity to alleviate a percentage of stress for her and help ensure continued prosperity in the BigAssHousehold. We'll make do even if there's a gap in employment, but y'all can understand the stresses involved with end-of-contract dates looming.

'Til next time, I leave you with something a regular read passed along that prompted a giggle: Feminal, the portable urinal for women. Enjoy.

Oh, and same reader, the man with The Plan, alerted me that it was on this date in 1985 that Church of Scientology founder and Battlefield Earth author Lafayette "L." Ron Hubbard (aka LRH, Source, The Old Man) died. There's some controversy surrounding that, as Wikipedia relates:


Several issues surrounding Hubbard's death and disposition of his estate are also subjects of controversy -- a swift cremation with no autopsy; the destruction of coroner's photographs; coroner's evidence of the drug Vistaril present in Hubbard's blood; questions about the whereabouts of Dr. Eugene Denk (Hubbard's physician) during Hubbard's death, and the changing of wills and trust documents the day before his death, resulting in the bulk of Hubbard's estate being transferred not to his family, but to Scientology.

Churchill also died, same day (different year). The Mac was released. Worst earthquake ever happend in the 1500s. Etc. etc. But BigAssSuperstar.com doesn't report on those things.

'Til next time, mes amis ...

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