In a survey conducted by Leger Marketing, 59 percent felt that they were either very or somewhat satisfied with the education system in their province.
Unfortunately, 41 percent didn’t understand the question.
Jailtime for work of fiction
When Brian Robertson was 18, he wrote a story–a fictional account of an armed invasion of his school. He was charged with a felony and could spend up to ten years in jail, if convicted.
After searching Robertson’s car and his parents’ home, authorities found no weapons, traces of explosive material or any other evidence that the teen was planning to attack his school.
But authorities said the story Robertson wrote was sufficient to charge him under an Oklahoma state statute, which was passed in the wake of school shootings across the country in the last few years. *
Well, maybe it’s for the best. We certainly don’t want children to waste their time writing fiction anyway. All kids who write “dark” fiction should be rounded up and charged with sedition. It would solve the problem of over-crowding in schools. This is a step in the right direction, in my opinion.
Only a few days left
Only a few days left until The Two Towers is released on video. I won’t buy it, of course–I’ll wait until the extended version comes out later this year. Until then, I’ll watch the original edit for the second, third, and possibly tenth time.
Anyone up for a Two Towers vid party?
Link: www.thetwotowers.com.
Lunch with Cubey, Part Two
Today, I bring you Part Two in the epic cubicle drama that I call “lunch”.
In the end, I couldn’t decide if I wanted maki or negiri sushi, so I bought the sushi combo. It’s got bits of all kinds of raw fish in it.
I think I’ll start with the tuna. Mmm. Cold, soft, and squishy. Just the way I like it. This always reminds me of those scenes in The Two Towers in which Gollum eats the whole raw fish. Yummy fishessss.
Cucumber maki? I really don’t see the point of cucumber maki. If I wanted vegetables, I’d go to a salad bar.
And now, some salmon. I’ll just put some wasabi on this one.
Mmm. Salmo–
Aaaaa!! Wasabi…stings… hot!! Sinuses… burning!!! Eyes… watering!!! Must drink miso–
AAAAA!!! Scalding miso!! Tongue burnt!!! Cool it with slice of mackerel!!
AAAAAAAAAA!!! Chopsticks slipped!! Mackerel up nose!!!
Wasabi-sneeze coming on… aaaaaa….;laksjf edl;e;oi 99e7fpo9uq2 ;
Nooo!! The mackerel exploded from my nose at high speed and splattered all over my keyboard.
Here comes the manager. Must act normal. I think I’ll just bring this lunch to a close.
Lunch with Cubey, Part One
Blogs, as we know, are an excellent forum for exchanging important ideas and sharing experiences with the world at large. In that spirit, I bring you Part One of a ground-breaking series that I call “Lunch with Cubey”, in which I share the experience of eating a cubicle-dweller’s lunch.
Today, lunch is a salad from the Robson Public Market. I’ll take off the cover now. It’s kind of goopy with ranch dressing. Now I’m picking up the plastic fork.
I’m starting with a celery stick. Mmm. Plastic forks never seem to be strong enough to really stab into a celery stick. Carrots too. Crunch crunch crunch crunch.
A few of croutons. Did you know that the word crouton comes from the French word, croûton? It’s true. It’s also crunchy.
Now I’m eating a salad olive. Mmm. Tangy.
Cucumber slices. Cherry tomatoes. Those ones are always risky–there’s a chance that it might explode when you bite it. This one didn’t, fortunately.
Feta cheese. Can’t have a good salad without it. More feta.
Broccoli now. I think I’ll name this piece Albert.
The chunks of green pepper liven up the salad a bit.
Green lettuce now. I dislike iceberg lettuce because it’s flavourless.
More lettuce.
More lettuce.
More lettuce.
Lettuce still…
I think I put too much lettuce in this one.
Oh, no. Under a layer of green pepper, I discovered another layer of lettuce! I thought the lettuce was over. I can’t seem to get to the end of this stuff.
I need a break. There are splatters of ranch dressing all over my keyboard, and the some bits of the chopped green onion have escaped and lodged themselves in the CD-ROM drive.
Disaster strikes! As I reached for a sip of carrot juice, I knocked over the salad container. The horror! The horror!
My only recourse is to abandon my desk and move to the meeting table, carrying a handful of dripping leaves. I’ll attempt that now.
In my haste, I slipped on a cucumber slice. Now there’s carrot juice all over the floor. Cordon off the area!
Next time on “Lunch with Cubey”: the take-out sushi combo dilemma… maki or nigiri? Will the drama never end?