So if you’re doing something special for diabetes today, I hBa1C you! (A little medical humour there. Very little.)
In other news, I just walked the dog through the very cold streets of Hamilton, Ontario. In the park, we saw an old Chinese woman in a parka, doing slow-motion Wushu moves with an actual sword. No one else was there, so nobody will believe me. Not even the dog.
Speaking of which, here’s the little nubbin wearing his plaid turtleneck:
I was just informed by a Google alert that I was just cited by a scholar from the Balsillie School of International Affairs. I have no idea what the context of the citation is. All I know is that my first response was, “Balls silly. Heh heh. Balls silly school of international affairs. Heh heh. Balls silly.”
You know, I don’t miss Farcebook. But I do miss changing my profile pic regularly. I was going through some of my old profile pics and I saw this one, which remains one of my favourites. It’s several years old now, and my cousin’s son would probably be mortified if I showed it to him, as he is now quite comfortably bipedal:
A female friend of mine, who shall remain unnamed in this public space, is a public school teacher. On Hallowe’en this past week she wore to class an outfit consisting of a black garbage bag, on which was pasted various bits of white-coloured garbage. Her costume? White Trash. Continue reading Wanna See My Halloweenie?→