Have a look at the One Word website. Given a seemingly random word, you have only sixty seconds to write something using the word as a theme. As it says on the website, “don’t think. just write.”
(Thanks, River Selkie, for the link.)
Premier Campbell arrested in Maui
Today’s article on Canada.com gives a taste of what the future holds for Gordon Campbell.
BC’s premier hasn’t been a popular guy. In fact, I can’t remember any BC premier who has been less popular. Considering the goofy politics in this province, that’s saying a lot. Since he was elected, his government has torn the health care and education systems to shreds, and at every turn seems to spare no effort to make deep cuts that affect only the poor, elderly, or disabled. How many times have protestors burned his effigy? Not a good situation in a career where popularity is the key to success.
Then on Friday, while on vacation in Maui, he was charged with drunk driving. I honestly feel sorry for him. The media sharks are already circling. This article doesn’t hesitate to point out that “While in opposition, Campbell often called for cabinet ministers to resign if they faced conflict-of-interest investigations or criminal charges.” One stupid mistake (in addition to the billion stupid mistakes as premier) and the media will tear him to shreds. If he’s convicted, he could be fined and lose his license for a year. Isn’t that enough punishment for a first offense? Do we really need to tear him down for a misdemeanor?
Well, maybe something good will come of this. If they take away his license, maybe we’ll see more money spent on our pitiful public transit system.
Rockpoint PD, tonight
Don’t forget to watch Rockpoint PD tonight on the Comedy Network at 10:30.
From comedynetwork.ca:
Misfiring tazer guns, fork- wielding newlyweds, rampaging raccoons and pugilistic mascots are just some of the “high-pressure” situations Rockpoint’s “finest” are confronted with daily. Led by the ambitious and impatient, Sergeant Grace Harris (Catherine Lough Haggquist), this motley crew of peace officers muddle through their shifts bored by paperwork and stymied by procedure. Constables Mike Edwards (Randy Schooley) and Burt Cooper (D. Neil Mark) rely on “gut instincts” and “hunches” — a sure-fire recipe for disaster. Meanwhile, rookie Constable Rita Tait (Jennifer McLean) tries the patience of her experienced partner, Constable Sam Kimizu (Simon Hayama). Supervising the squad is the morally bankrupt and politically out-to-lunch Inspector (Jon Raitt).
Orange shirt, purple jacket
It’s difficult for me to think back to that fateful day. Such painful events are best left in the past, forgotten forever. Sometimes, however, they drift back from the dark shadows of memory to be relived again.
I don’t remember the exact date, but it happened many years ago, back when I was just starting out in university. The day was a chilly day in autumn, when leaves fell relentlessly to the ground and just sat there stubbornly until the rain soaked them through and they were trodden into a pulpy mess by the hundreds of students trudging from class to class under the protection of their umbrellas or purple Gore-Tex™ jackets. That was a very long sentence.
And “a very long sentence” was exactly how a great many of the students felt about their time spent as undergrads. For years on end, we suffered unrelenting study and unpleasant food made by irritable old ladies in the cafeterias.
On one particular wet, chilly day, I woke, dressed, grabbed my jacket, dashed out the door to the bus stop. It wasn’t until I arrived on campus that I happened to look down at what I was wearing. Colours clashed like armies fighting to the death. I stood in shock, just staring at the vicious contrast between the orange shirt and my purple jacket. With a trembling hand, I clasped the jacket tight at the neck, obscuring the orange completely.
I hid in the actors’ greenroom for hours. I even missed another philosophy lecture — although I have to admit, I was looking for a reason to miss it anyway. That’s when Catherine, an actress, entered and found me still clutching my jacket.
“What’s with the hand on the collar?” she asked, frowning.
“You don’t want to know,” I said.
“No, really, ” she prodded, “what is it?”
“I… I…,” I stammered and Catherine rolled her eyes. “I made a tragic mistake this morning, Catherine.” I opened the top two buttons, revealing the shameful orange underneath. Her eyes went wide in disbelief.
“Oh my god,” she smirked, “That’s truly awful, Steve. Here, let me help.” She rummaged in her bag for a moment and produced a ballpoint pen. Very carefully, she wrote on the back of my hand, which again clutched at my collar.
“There,” she grinned. “All fixed. See you in class.” She put away the pen and dashed upstairs to the classroom.
Tentatively, I read the back of my hand. It said, WARNING. FASHION FAUX-PAS COVERING HAND.
Never again will I wear an orange shirt with a purple jacket. Never again.
Penguin
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That is all. Thank you and have a pleasant evening.