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The Breadbin: August 2004
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31 August, 2004. Things your kids really, really want. The cover article in Macleans this week: "A Survival Guide to Gadget World". I'm so glad I still live in the. It's subtitled "what's good, what's better, and what's a waste of money: a shopping manual for those who don't speak geek". Tell you what, friends and neighbours: some of it's good.some of it is arguably better than what you might have now.but. Of it is a waste of money. In my view, anyway. What your kids really, really want. PERSONAL DIGITAL...
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The Breadbin: June 2004
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28 June, 2004. Home, sweet home. Where the hell's my shirt? Well, that was five days to remember. THURSDAY NIGHT: Three trips to drop off valuables- the last valuables to come being our cats, Streak and B.B. ("B.B" is short for "Bug Butt", because she runs around like there's one way up there. Other possible derivations: "Blonde Brain", "Beautiful Bubblehead".well, you get the point.). I curled up in a corner of the living room floor and started to go to sleep. Awaiting the electrician, who will change t...
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The Breadbin: My First Steps Into the World You Take For Granted
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04 May, 2015. My First Steps Into the World You Take For Granted. I've owned a cellphone for three weeks. It feels longer. Somewhen around our Disney trip the phone went missing for months, plural.except in order for something to be "missing" you have to miss it, and I barely noticed the absence. (If I couldn't remember I had a cellphone when I was carrying the bloody thing, why would anyone expect me to notice it gone? But Ken", everybody entreated, "you can only use a landline at home, and only to talk.
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The Breadbin: Winners and Losers
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14 May, 2015. One of the silliest preoccupations of man is that it makes some kind of sense to divide whole categories of people up into one winner and a whole bunch of losers or also-rans. What poor sick compulsive first infected us all with that virus? Spider Robinson, whose Callahan's Place. Novels should be required reading for human beings. Adults are hypocrites: every child knows it. Case in point: abolishing scores in children's games and awarding medals for just showing up, all the while livi...
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The Breadbin: November 2004
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27 November, 2004. You're married, not dead. She Ain't Pretty, She Just Looks That Way. I've probably heard it, or a variant of it, fifty times since I exchanged vows with my wife. And it's yet another in a seemingly neverending series of things that I'll never quite understand. Check out the tits on her! Whew, don't you want to take her home and give her a tour of the ceiling? Well, I didn't see her, wasn't looking for her, and certainly have no interest in bedding her. Occasionally a tad.um, dazed&...
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The Breadbin: April 2005
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29 April, 2005. Bereft of ideas, devoid of inspiration, completely barren of wit.and my energy level's somewhere beneath the sub-basement. Luckily, as of right now, I am on HOLIDAYS! I went through hell to get here. The last month or so has seen a succession of absolutely brutal ads at work. I screwed up my orders a few times, leaving us hung with too much stock. And I'm still working through the rejection by Children's Aid: probably will be for a while yet. A cashier. From till one. Shit. You're not sup...
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The Breadbin: Insomnia is Hell
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14 May, 2015. If this blog is incoherent, blame lack of sleep. This bout has had much the same set of symptoms now, minus the ticker trouble, and caffeine has nothing to do with it. My problem is sleeping pills, or more specifically the lack of them. Okay he doesn't really talk like that. But the three choices of disease and treatment are a Scott Wright, M.D. trademark. He gave me three options, of course. The first one was something I forget the name of.Ineffectua? Small price to pay for blessed sleep.
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The Breadbin: Quick Political Wow...
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07 May, 2015. My apologies to those of you who hate my political posts. I'll try to keep this short. But I can't NOT blog about the two huge shocks that just hit Canadian politics on successive days. First of all.the NDP won Alberta. The federal Conservatives are worried. They have every right to be. This is their homeland, the place they've been able to take for granted for decades. If Notley's governance comes even close to matching her campaign, the letters N-D-P will gain huge. So yeah, I'm not exagg...
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The Breadbin: May 2004
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30 May, 2004. For your inspirational reading, we recommend. I was baptized Catholic.twice. First, when I was a baby. A Church requirement, that: a little moisture to ensure my place in heaven. Second, when I was twelve. A 'rededication' to the Faith, done with a twelve-year-old's full knowledge and consent- which is to say, it carried the weight of a political campaign promise. But that didn't feel right, either. God as a crutch for weak people was all well and good, except I felt weak myself. Not that e...
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The Breadbin: September 2004
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29 September, 2004. I dreamt of heaven. I'm currently reading a rather chilling horror novel called. The Canadian author, Susie Moloney, has mastered atmosphere: her haunted house is genuinely creepy. The scariest books give me nightmares. I've dreamed scenes from Stephen King's. Off and on since I first read that book. Might yet provoke a night scream or two out of me. That'd be me. Hyuk hyuk hyuk.). And had a truly remarkable dream. At first, I was high in the air on some kind of slow-moving amusement ...
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