A long time ago my boss made a very good point about live shows.
When we see a comedian we want to see new material.
When we see a band we want to hear what we've heard a million times before.
True dat. Too bad he was an asshole in most every other respect.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tiki Torches
Tiki torches freak me out.
I used to live on the army base in Downsview. I think I was 6 years old, as was my best friend Pauline. Pauline had an older sister Kim; who might have been around 11 at the time.
One lazy Canadian Summer evening they went over to a friend's house, where there were Tiki torches setup around the backyard, giving it that tropical festive feel that we all love in the Summer. Somehow, one of the sisters knocked one of those torches over. Or someone else knocked it over. Whatever the case may be, a container full of fire topped oil toppled over. The combination of the splashing of the oil and the fact that it was on fire caused my beautiful friends to be burned. Not small burns like when you touch a pan as it comes out of the oven. No. Burned to the point where they had to have skin grafts done and wear protective breathable tight second skin on their arms, legs, bodies, and faces for what seemed like forever. These girls were beautiful young ladies. Imagine how one small error could affect 2 pre teen girls' social lives. Their psyches. Their futures.
Our nieghbors have them burning in their backyard as I write this and frankly, as I hear little ones run around back there, I just cringe. They have no idea.
I used to live on the army base in Downsview. I think I was 6 years old, as was my best friend Pauline. Pauline had an older sister Kim; who might have been around 11 at the time.
One lazy Canadian Summer evening they went over to a friend's house, where there were Tiki torches setup around the backyard, giving it that tropical festive feel that we all love in the Summer. Somehow, one of the sisters knocked one of those torches over. Or someone else knocked it over. Whatever the case may be, a container full of fire topped oil toppled over. The combination of the splashing of the oil and the fact that it was on fire caused my beautiful friends to be burned. Not small burns like when you touch a pan as it comes out of the oven. No. Burned to the point where they had to have skin grafts done and wear protective breathable tight second skin on their arms, legs, bodies, and faces for what seemed like forever. These girls were beautiful young ladies. Imagine how one small error could affect 2 pre teen girls' social lives. Their psyches. Their futures.
Our nieghbors have them burning in their backyard as I write this and frankly, as I hear little ones run around back there, I just cringe. They have no idea.
Number 1
Like most people I have blogs. I am not a self important person. Not at all. I'm an observant person. I get paid to be observant. But it's really just my nature, so I guess I'm pretty lucky to get paid to do what I'm decent at. But I blog about my observations. I've decided that I needed a different venue than myspace to do my random observations and odd events chronicling, so here we are.
A friend & I were talking about compiling a book of all the wierd shit that's happened in retail land, and I think this is really going to be where I do my little vignettes of people I've come across or heard tales of.
Of course, having said that, I've got nothing right now. It's a holiday in the land that I live in and my mind is a blank. I'll shelve this and come back at a later date.
A friend & I were talking about compiling a book of all the wierd shit that's happened in retail land, and I think this is really going to be where I do my little vignettes of people I've come across or heard tales of.
Of course, having said that, I've got nothing right now. It's a holiday in the land that I live in and my mind is a blank. I'll shelve this and come back at a later date.
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