Go on. Click the Atene button. You know you want to.
He’s my homey.
stolen from The Rut
RIP Olive Riley. You found your way home.
The Unstoppable Olive Riley
Olive Riley, unofficially, but probably, the world’s oldest blogger, died on Saturday at the age of 108.
Olive videoblogged and blogged from her hostel home and recently updated everyone on her move both from her self-hosted site to Blogspot and her move from more independent living to the nursing home in the same building. In her last weeks she complained of a bad cough and distress, but remained in high spirits, giving an impromptu concert for her new roommate and friends.
You can read her last post here. An excerpt:
Penny, who’s in the next bed to mine, had a visit one day this week from her daughter, who’s a professional singer. Guess what happened! She and I sang a happy song, as I do every day, and before long we were joined by several nurses, who sang along too. It was quite a concert!
Olive’s main blog is down at the moment, no doubt due to overuse, but it is located at The Life of Riley, http://www.allaboutolive.com.au/
Not many non-Canadians know, but Junior Hockey is the bloodiest. Oh, there may be less blood on the ice, but there is far more in the stands and in the parking lot. My parents, for instance, who, having two figure skating daughters, had no particular interest in junior excuse me Junior Hockey, still went out to every game. And why?
Because they were fight fans, and they watched the stands.
Hockey parents are notoriously bloodthirsty. If William Wallace were building an army now, he would choose from the stands of Junior Hockey and be assured of the bloodthirstiness of his crew. And, in Samuel L. Jackson, this crowd has at last met its match in a coach that will say, “Fuck your pussy son’s bench-warming ass, I am playing Lucifer and Fang on defence and there is fuckall he or you or any creature in Creation can do about it, you motherfucking minivan-driver!”
Can I get an “Amen!”?
This is Yves Rossy, also known as Rocketman, also known as Fusionman, presumably because there is no word in Swiss for “Rocket?” I dunno.
Doesn’t this look like fun?
Once they get those Sharks With Frickin’ Laser Beams On Their Heads perfected, my wish list will be complete.
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