So Long and Thanks for All the Fish

I like to hedge my bets. So, rather than say that I'm never going to post to Paperback Writer EVER AGAIN, I'm merely going to announce that

I likely won't be updating this blog anymore.

All two of you who read my blog might be asking yourself why. Or, perhaps, you've already hit the Next Blog button. Regardless (or, if you're the illiterate mayor of my city, you might say irregardless), I will tell you. I set up this blog as "an aspiring novelist", however I haven't aspired towards any writing, let alone novel writing for quite some time. In fact, if I were to be completely honest, I would confess that novel-writing is simply not on my radar right now, or in the foreseeable future. I've developed other priorities and interests. I may blog about those. And if I do, I'll post the link to that blog here.

In the mean time, that population of bloggers whom I read and respect can expect to see me more often in your comments section!

Which leads me to a famous quote from our beloved Douglas Adams on the topic of population:

It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

Cheers,

Trillian

I always suspected as much...

I'm a Porsche Boxster!

You're stylish, nimble, and good-looking. When it comes to having fun, there are few who can surpass you. And yet, you suffer from a lingering inferiority complex. Maybe it's because you have an older relative who is always in the limelight?

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

OK - so, I stole this idea from Balls and Walnuts. What I lack in originality I totally make up for in copy and paste skills.

You can't always get what you want

Hmmm.

I'm not really thrilled with the election results. While I thought we needed a change of leadership, Steven wasn't what I was really hoping for. Since it's a minority government, I can only hope that he won't be able to shimmy himself too far up Bush's ass or start quoting scripture in the House of Commons.

Based on the election results, there appear to be a whole lot of homophobic, bible-thumping Philistines in rural Canada (and especially in Alberta, but we already knew that).

At this point, I'm really glad I'm back in the city.

Love Lost

Compared to other Canadians, I'm not the biggest hockey fan going. But, I've loved Mark Messier for quite a while, in much the same way as I love Owen.

In fact, I had briefly considered marrying Mark, but decided not to for a few reasons:

1. He's never met me.
2. He's never proposed.
3. I worried that his insurance premiums would be outrageous because hockey is something of a violent and risky sport, and also because his LDL cholesterol readings must be through the roof, what with all the Lay's potato chips he consumes.
4. I was already married to Arthur.

I know. I know. I should have looked past these things. It broke my heart to make the decision.

I love stupid videos

Heh. Heh. Heh. This is pretty funny.

Amateur Stuntman Watch it now on StupidVideos!

Hell in a HandBasket

Good grief.

I can't believe the Conservatives are ahead in the polls. Sure, the Liberals suck rocks, but the "Reform Party with a comfortable new name" winning a majority scares the piss right out of me. See? I've left a spot on my seat!

Want to make a similar stain? Read this.

Things Better Not Said Aloud

On Wednesday morning, while having coffee with my colleagues, I lamented about how I was running out of work to do. I shouldn't have said it out loud because now, on Friday, I'm absolutely swamped.

Lesson learned.

What's ok to mentally note is not ok to verbalize. I've angered the work gods. This will not end well.