Could this be him? A classic English smoothie of “a certain age” who’s more popular than ever thanks to the kind of spontaneous orgasm of fandom the world hasn’t seen since Beatlemania, he certainly looks the part on paper. As for whether he does the same in photos, well you can judge for yourself: Continue reading
Monthly Archives: November 2008
The Fallen
No post today, just this link to those who’ve given their lives in the Canadian mission in Afghanistan so far. And here are a couple of different links to one who didn’t.
And a re-post from July 2nd of last year:
Instead of racking my brains to come up with a (likely inferior) way of expressing my gratitude to the troops overseas, I think I’ll just suggest you read this eloquent letter from Lorrie Goldstein in the Winnipeg Sun. While reading it, I was thinking of a girl I used to babysit, now a mother of three and on her third tour of duty in Afghanistan. And I was thinking of Trevor Greene, still in St Paul’s Hospital, still working on rebuilding his life after an ambush and an axe to the head.
While you are reading this letter, never for one moment forget that the decision to go overseas, to become involved in wars, peacekeeping actions, and all such deployments, is a decision that is made not by military personnel, but by politicians. Direct your own letters and thoughts accordingly.
Given the recent lacklustre support by Toronto City Council for the men and women now serving our nation in Afghanistan, we dedicate today’s editorial celebrating Canada’s 140th birthday to all members of our military.
Thank you for choosing to serve Canada, whether you were born here or came here from another country.
Thank you for deciding that Canada is worth defending, both at home and abroad.
Thank you for being ready to sacrifice everything, not just a safe, comfortable life here at home with your loved ones, but your very lives, if necessary, to protect us and those who are in need of our protection abroad.
To the families of all who serve in our military, thank you for sharing your precious sons, daughters, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandchildren, relatives and friends with us.
Like you, we pray they will complete their missions and return home safely to you as soon as possible. Like you, we pray for a just and lasting peace.
To those who face the unimaginable grief on this Canada Day, and every Canada Day to come, of missing the presence of a loved one because they died in the service of their country, know that we are thinking of you today.
That we grieve with you. That we pray for you. And that we will remember those you loved, and what they did for us and to help people they didn’t even know, forever.
To their parents, thank you for raising sons and daughters who willingly answered the call of their country.
We will always think of them as the fine young men and women of military bearing, frozen forever in the flower of youth, that we see in the pictures released upon their deaths.
But we know you remember them in a thousand different ways built up over a lifetime of memories — of lazy summer days, at family celebrations and of how they looked on their first day of school, or on the day they graduated.
To the wives, husbands and children of all those who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the service of their country, we cannot imagine the depth of your loss.
But we share your pride in who they were and like you, we celebrate what they did with their lives, because their lives mattered.
And so on this Canada Day, on our nation’s 140th birthday, we remember them, because they represent what Canada is all about at its very best.
Strong, free, honourable, compassionate — and dedicated to the service of others
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Hacked? Back!
Not exactly sure what’s been going on, but all of a sudden WordPress didn’t like my password. In fact, they refused to accept it and let me into my own blog, no matter how many times I batted the monitor and screamed.
Imagine!
In any case, whether it was a password hack or technical difficulty, either on their end or on mine, all is now back to normal except that I’m too tired to post anything meaningful today, so here are two gay Christmas trees; you tell me which is gayer:
From our Utah correspondent:
The Rainbow Christmas Tree. All it needs is one of those spinning tree bases and the Barry Manilow Christmas Album (you may substitute Ricky Martin or anything from High School Musical if you’re of a youthfuller generation)
And this tree, spotted today up on Main Street in Vancouver:
Oops, removed! It didn’t work so good, sorry
The Pink Pine of Main Street. This was so awe-inspiring that the bus driver stopped right beside it and opened the doors so I could take a clear shot. Since I was doing bus rider surveys all up and down Main Street and the buses here don’t normally stop in the middle of a block for photo-ops, I had the attention of the entire bus. And I must say, the photo has much more detail than I thought and a lovely Seventies hypercolour flat feel to it, just freaky enough. Believe me, it was plenty freaky in real (plastic) life, especially in the early part of November.
So, after I did the picture-snapping thing I continued with the bus rider surveys and one woman was clearly bursting to talk with me. Turns out she knows the guy in the house. She told me he starts this early every year, and we ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, because by early December the entire yard is a Nativity scene and the entire house is covered with lights. Now, given the neighborhood and all the fellow is probably straight, but in the way one looks at the prodigal son and thinks “some day his parents are going to realize…” I think it fair to conclude that this Christmas tree is, if not actually gay, at least significantly bi-curious. We all want to know what you bought us for Christmas, don’t we?
Does this make my ass look fat?
The secret is contouring, darlings.
In totally unrelated news, I started a new job last week (Yay! CeleBitchy is one of the very top gossip blogs in the world!) currently on the very leanest kind of part-time because my computer is so crashy and I’m so crushed for time. At last count I was actually working SEVEN part-time jobs, all to get enough money for a laptop, since some of the funding I was counting on to make that happen has failed to materialize. It’s only till the end of the month, but the odds that I will snap and commit recreational homicide are increasing by the day, particularly in relation to those who text me more than five times per day, or telephone me more than twice per day or at all before nine in the morning.
In related news, there are some consolations. Here’s a picture from the inaugural (and highly respectful) post I did for CeleBitchy, Prince Harry remembers on the 5th of November.
The La Pequena Sarah Palin campaign video
How could she possibly have lost, with high-production-value-havin’ videos like this one?
It must be a conspiracy!
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