a saucer full of seeing eye dogs' glasses.

I chatted with a colleague today. I told him he looked good. He said "really"? "Well I am tired, but that's okay cause I am gonna have holidays soon. I'm taking 5 weeks off." We spoke about his daughter, who is overseas on holidays and phones him regularly. We spoke about his siblings. The conversation carried a little more weight than most do. As he sat at his post he cheerfully said bye to each person as they walked out. Some were friendly, engaging him with a smile and a comment others walked on with no comment. He kept up his cheerful rapport with every one who passed by. One thing that is amazing about his whole demeanour is that he is content. He is just taking his days one by one, speaking those things that need to be spoken about, and not concerning himself with things that really don't matter. It wasn't but 8 weeks ago when he showed up to work with a cut across his forehead. He had also an incision just below his left ear. I casually asked if he was doing well after his lobotomy. He laughed. A couple of hours later I crossed him in the halls and quietly apologized. "Sorry, about making light of your battle with cancer. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful." He smiled and said not to worry, he didn't take any offence. I am impressed with this true gentleman who when things are not going well ( an understatement ) is a cheerful ambassador about living with a smile and respecting those he comes in contact with.

Now for the horse race. ( You may want to go to "view my complete profile" and see what the standings are before you hear the starting gun shot..... aaaannndd they're offff....

1. Tell me.... Which was the first country in which the phrase was coined... now how did it go... " The Empire in which the sun does not set. "
2. What is happening at Semtokha? Why is it behind?
3. Which country does this place (semtokha) belong to and who is their biggest exporting partner?
4. tell me... what DOES "fish cats dogs chase eat swim fast" mean?
5. tell me, tell me more. a 10 word story.


Oh and finally.....

have a better than donkerslee day.

thanks dadost, for your input.

It was a "Donkerslee kind of day"

It was a “Donkerslee kind of day”. . . . . . . .














I should explain. Donkerslee is the name of the road that goes down to Donkerslee Beach. How they came up with the name of “Donkerslee” I don’t know. I imagine they hired a new employee that just graduated out of a prestigious University with a degree in Town Planning and sat him at a desk and told him to name the streets. Picture this, he comes to work with a tie and a white shirt and starts naming the streets. Names like Birch, Fir, Maple, then when he runs out of trees he uses Victoria, Regina, Ottawa, Edmonton, you get the picture. By then it is casual Friday, and he comes to work in jeans and a tee-shirt. After about 6 months of naming streets, and quite a few of casual Fridays, he comes in to work one day and realizes, that he went to University for four years and is now reduced to a clerk that is “responsible” for naming streets. He has used up all the names in the Dictionary, all the names of the trees, all the names of the towns and Provinces, and he still needs more names. So, he decides to have a little fun. By this time he is a babbling kind of kook, and his hair is unkempt, and he always wears jeans and tee-shirts, and some of them had not been washed for some time, he is kind of a “Super Casual” kind of employee.


Nothing like a University Graduate should look like. Definitely not Supervisor material. So he comes to work and he is feeling really rotten and he thinks of all kinds of rotten names. One of them being “Donkerslee”. One day he gets fed up with the whole thing, and moves to Australia. The Government hired him sight unseen, because he had all the right qualifications. He is now in charge of naming everything in Australia and has a set of rules where a name has to have at least 6 vowels, and no more than four consonants.


Any name that is even half way normal gets rejected. Any name that you can pronounce but can not spell gets his full approval which he expresses by jumping up on his desk and dancing a jig while clapping his hands above his head. He is definitely having fun naming streets and towns. Go to Australia and you will see the result of his work. “Malooolabaa, Maroochydor” some of them are so hard to say and definitely not easy to remember the spelling. He is having the time of his life.



OK, back to Donkerslee Beach in Powell River.

We decide to have a family type time at the beach. We take the lawn chairs, the umbrellas, the buckets, the shovels, the kites, the boats, all the toys we can gather into the car. We pack a lunch and go looking for Donkerslee Road that goes down to Donkerslee Beach right on the Ocean. We get there and there is lots of sand so we pick our spot and settle in. Nice digger in the background Hey Ed?




Get the lunch out and start digging a few holes, and get the boats out and the lifejackets, and go for a little row. Oops, we put our clothes a little close to the water so we go back to move them up to dryer sand. While we are doing this we notice that the boats are drifting away because the tide is coming in. No problem. We go get the boats and move them up really high on to the beach. By this time the sand is a little less so I decide if I am going to fly the little 3Meter Boxer Kite I better do it now while we have some sandy area to move around in. Well, last time I unpacked the 3 Meter Boxer was at Harrison Lake, and I got the lines all tangled up. It took me hours to straighten them out when we got home. So, this time, I had the lines all bundled up neatly and they were going to be straight when I unraveled them. Doing it carefully as I can I laid them all out and staked them down with the trusty screwdriver. I went to the other end and started walking the lines to get them straight. Now everything was perfect. So I was attaching the lines to the handles, and I felt a little pull on the lines. I looked back and saw that the tide was coming in and mixing seaweed with my perfectly straight lines. Great, my lines are going to get all tangled up if I try to launch this thing, and by the time I get it flying I will be in 2 feet of water. So, I better pack it up and get the lines back in the bag before they become impossible to untangle. So, I meticulously start to wind the lines up so they don’t get too messed up. 27 Meters of line. It took me a while and by that time I noticed the boat was now floating away again. So, I finished packing the 3 Meter Kite up and got the trailer for the boat and packed up the boat too, and pulled it way up on the rocks so the tide couldn’t get it. By now the tide had come in and was almost up to where we had set up the lawn chairs, but no problem we were set up pretty good. So, I decide to get my little Super Store two line Kite out and try flying it. It is a little one with two lines, and is a kind of stunt kite. There was a nice breeze blowing and it was no problem to get it going. I had it going when I had about 15 feet of line out. Then I let out more line and moved back a bit. Problem was, that there was not much sand left and I was kind of in the rocks. My kite was going all kind of different directions, and I was trying to catch my balance on the rocks. I guess the kite got kind of close to where the lawn chairs were and people started screaming at me. So, I put that kite back in the pouch and by this time there was almost no sand left and we had to move the lawn chairs. So, we decided to pack up everything and go home.

Like I say, it was a “Donkerslee” kind of day.

Next time we go back to Donkerslee Beach I think we will pay more attention to the tides, that way we might have a more enjoyable time.

It was a very nice day at Donkerslee Beach, we will definitely go back there sometime.

Kind of reminds me of a guy at work that used to go over to Starbucks and sit out in the sunshine and drink his coffee and watch the world go by. He would say it was a “Starbucks kind of day”

How is your day going?

Is it a Donkerslee kind of day or a Starbucks kind of day?

Dadost

Divided we multiply apathy...

As I waited in line frustration mounted. I was a couple of cars back, poised. Suddenly the white Toyota at the front drove away. The car in front of me didn't move. The cars beside me were stuck, so I nosed ahead and cruised in to the last pump available. Ah hah. Quickly, I got out and started to fill up. The man behind me had finished at his pump, slowly drove past and scornfully looked at me like I had a problem. Why couldn't I have waited in line patiently, was the kind of look he gave me. I resisted the urge to mouth a comment his way... just, as he turned his head speaking emphatically to his female companion, most likely his wife. No doubt speaking about that loser who was so impatient. Quickly the well dressed female slid into the now vacant spot behind me in her Subaru and stuck the nozzle into her thirsty petrol tank. More cars welled up behind. I cannot tell you how many times I have been to this petrol station. Seriously, more often than not, it is full. Another station is under construction up the road. It will attempt to fill the demand. You see the competing supermarkets offer four cents off per liter. All in all it comes to around two dollars or so per tank, but hey that is a cup of coffee isn't it? Elderly, teenagers, Mothers, Fathers, all different, all with thirsty habits. And the time keeps ticking. The oil keeps flowing. The vehicles roll off of the assembly lines. The governments look good with every drop. Record revenues in tax make them seem like savvy, quick witted, responsible caretakers of the nation. They will even charge a Goods and Service tax on top of the already fifty percent or so they draw into the coffers. Time ticks on. Oh wow, our car is out of petrol again. Oh wow, I have to pay for that ticket I just received at the red light camera.
I ask you.
What happened in 1929? Did everyone in unison stop buying and start selling?

Dadost made a comment on the last BS. (By the way thanks Siesiers for your excellent piece.) He stated something along the lines that if the amount of dollars were spent on peace that were spent on war...... How about taking some petrol money and putting towards a lobby group against the consumption of petrol. No I am not some freaky guy who burns firewood in my lounge room for heat. If all consumers suddenly reduced their reliance on fossil fuels just for our cars, would the influence of organizations like OPEC be reduced? Would wars fought for oil be needed? Would dollars spent on war be spent on peace? Interest rates are going up to combat inflation. Inflation. Is the price of oil driving inflation? And the time kept ticking.

Check "View my complete profile" for the latest results. Final question coming next...

Red Neck News

Many of you know me as Giggles, but all I really am is a Redneck living in the Mountains of BC. I dont bother myself much with Government or Politics, and the only Debate I involve myself with is this blog. On the other hand I am really getting sick of the constant rise of the price of Gas.(or for you blokes down under PETROL) I hear of all these alternate energy solutions and cant figure out why they are not more redily accesible to the Consumer.

In preparing to make this blog I googled Electric cars and it was interesting to see what I came up with. There is a movie comming up called "Who killed the Electic Car" and I invite you to view the trailer at www.sonyclassics.com/whokilledtheelectriccar/ .

This movie brings to light the power of the Oil Companies and the profits that stand to be made with High Priced Oil. The Phenomenon of Electric cars is starting to pick up pace, but if Oil is no longer required, billion dollar industries are going to go belly up.

I heard that Ford has promised to make all of their models available in Hybrid by 2010, and you see many makes and models from other automaker. The problem is how do you make an electric vehicle that a redneck like me will drive, and secondly will it come standard with a gun rack.

I want to be able to have a full size 4x4 truck (ute) that has a Canadian Tire Solar Panel in the window that gets me where I want to go and not cost me a thing. Is that too much to ask from these automakers. The first company that makes me my dream truck has my buisiness.

...and Hannah Jayne came singing along...singin'

I know two terrible children who spread soot from the fireplace all over the room. I would reckon this painting one would have to take the cake though. One of those 2 brats, who spread the soot is now the proud owner, of his own addition. Congrats.

I have invited dadost and siesiers to write for this prestigious BS. (BlogSpot) I hope they will work up enough courage.

Our own Psam is playing at the Calgary Stampede this year. He is staying in Shania Twain's old bus and is having a blast. Check em out. He has asked to put our horse race on hold for a couple of days... let us give him a chance.

I would like to have a vote from all of you, yes even tuffy. What is the best comment we have had so far, from you wonderful and enjoyable peoples. Nominations please. I will compare them with my list and we can have a world cup. I would like to know which is the best picture and the worst and which BS has given you the most.

I am feeling a bit mind burnt tonite, and lately for that matter. I will leave you with these 2 little tidbits. The first link I really quite liked. I am sure you have heard of those African scams where they try to get you to send them some money so they can move their millions out of their war torn country and then they will share with you..... errr scam. Well people have been falling for it. This guy fought back. He conned the con. I found it hilarious. Hope you do too. http://www.419eater.com/html/john_boko.htm a bit of reading....

And for the scholars in the group... a riddle.

"ants aardvarks humans chase eat run fast" Can you interpret this for meee? Is the "r" silent in interpret?

Finally and furthermore, and in summary, lastly, my last post in which I looked steadily into the steely, killers eyes was a partial fabrication. I was trying to goad you into a comment. No I never saw the killer, but the rest did happen. I was attending a match of the best sport to ever be played while the killing took place.... far far away from meeee.

This is post number 49... and time ticks on.

Kenneth Lay died this week, of a heart attack. In case you have forgotten he was the head of Enron, the massive energy company, which collapsed amidst fraud, double dealing and dishonesty. He was due to stand trial for his part in the debacle. I suppose we will all experience death, but will we know it is coming. Did Ken Lay know he was going to die, or did he just not feel well, pass out and wake up at the pearly gates. I will digress and tell you an allegory. I lived in an apartment on the top floor during a hot summer in which I had no AC. Therefore, my balcony windows were always open. Nearly every night between 2:30 and 4 am my neighbour, who lived in the next building would roar down the back alley in his Harley Davidson. He was always quite loud and as he was a big rough fella, nobody would tell him to be more considerate. I really don’t think he would care what anyone else thought though. One night, after being woken up from a deep slumber, I was quite annoyed and decided to go down and confront him. I reasoned in my mind that I could at least make him aware of the fact that he was very disturbing… I awoke in the morning with that on my mind…. must have fallen back to sleep. One afternoon I arrived home from work, at 2pm. I had finished early and my boss gave me the rest of the day off. Realizing, there was no milk I walked down past the other building, and into the petrol station to purchase some milk. Walking back, I passed this jerk’s parked Corvette and nearly bumped into a gentleman who was leaning against a shady tree. Like a puppy, that unexpectedly confronts a lion, I walked with purpose towards the welcoming apartment doors. There are some people who just have that look. You don’t mess with them. He had that “look.” I rode up to the fourth floor in the lift, and as I was walking down the hall heard a commotion. Sirens soon followed. I went back downstairs. The formally loud neighbour was dead. Shot twice in the head. I had to wonder, like I did about Ken Lay this week, what this man was thinking, as his life juices ebbed away. Witnesses say that as he started his car a man came out of the bushes and popped him one, two times. A professional hit. He, in a last ditch effort floored his car backwards, which crossed four lanes of traffic and numerous pedestrians, up a footpath, and came to rest on the front steps of the stone church which was across from the petrol station. Blood was leaking from his mouth when I saw him. This was the second and last attempt on this man’s life.

As I investigated, I wondered. What was the other side of the story? Dadost, said it in his comment about being glad for the internet. We can have access to factual and emotional, and not so factual information. It is all there. I did have a follow up article in mind and Targo, hit on the avenue nearly, that I chose to follow. If there was no AA flight, and it was in fact a missle, where is the bloody plane then. Area 51? (see PaperBoy and Zelda on May 6/06 google co ordinates included…) What about the 60 plus passengers on the plane? Does that mean they are living in exile, or that they, there families and relos have been paid off by Dubya to keep quiet? Where did they go? Heck, maybe they are the “ghost” workers living in that beautiful sounding place in Afrika… Zanzibar. ( see Kilimanjero oodles of googles on April 3/06 ) I had remembered, a famous person being on the flight. I checked to see the passengers and there she was. Barbara Olsen. I quickly found out, her husband was dead. Hmm. Yes, it was her who had phoned her husband while in the clutches of those terrorists. There was a baby on the flight. There were parents on the flight. They were mostly regular people. The passenger list which I viewed had no terrorist sounding names on it except for one. When I say that I mean Osama Bin Laden sounding names. Could the perpetrators have been normal run of the mill Americans? Or had the “bad guys” slipped in under the noses of the baggage handlers? Time is going too quickly today. I will summarize. Yes questions could be asked. Yes questions should be asked. I feel that the Pentagon could and possibly should show us more information. Our little dramatic video pointed out that windows didn’t smash. I am sure the pentagon has better windows than my house. There was no aviation fuel anywhere. Well it seems to me that the stuff exploded. I would surmise, and after checking how well built the Pentagon is can say that it is not surprising that the plane didn’t penetrate very far. The video didn’t tell you that there was a 10 foot fence which was hit, it didn’t tell you that a light pole was clipped on the adjacent highway. It said there were no reported instances of cars blown off the road. But there were 2 cars impacted by the debris from the clipped light pole. It had those quotes of people saying the airplane sounded like a missle. Do you know what a missle sounds like? Have you been in a war zone? What does a missle sound like? The construction trailer, which was the first thing hit, wasn’t mentioned. This musically enhanced power point presentation said that no bodies were found. In fact every body was identified except for the infant. There were four additional people, which were not on the passenger list. The video implied that a hole was punched through many layers of the pentagon. No other site I checked supported this claim. All of the plane crash pictures shown, where of planes which hit the ground in a massive open area so cannot accurately depict this incident. If you look at the picture I posted you (previous BS) will clearly see the American Airlines colours painted on mangled piece of plane. In the second picture firemen gather around a neat hole, which makes it appear as if that is the only damage. In the picture above the carnage is much longer than a 12 foot hole. Use the fireies as a point of reference to see how big the damage actually was. In keeping with our theme, I have heard that for some people, after accepting they will die, a complete peace embraces them. I surely hope this is what the passengers experienced.

Lastly, like Psam, I think that the vast majority of people are here for good. I cannot fathom or even believe that in a country, like pre 911 America, that a group of politicians and army chiefs, would so readily murder their own. Someone would speak out…. Would they? I hope this BS (blog spot) gives a base for a contrary view.
http://www.geoffmetcalf.com/pentagon/pentagon_20020316.html
http://911review.org/Wiki/no757atthepentagon.html

And trivia time is next..........
(check view my complete profile to see how our horses are doing as they round the last corner)

SeiSeirs is for S
pSam is for S
S is for--- stnemmoC please.....

eelsknahC.. Cya

Time passed.

So we have a question here.

Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon on that memorable day in 2001. If you recall, the first news coming claimed it was a booby trapped truck full of explosives that detonated. Later on it was updated to claim it was in fact an American Airlines flight. I think for all of us, the twin tower debacle overshadowed the story about the pentagon so not too much was thought about the facts as they presented themselves. Time passes and next thing you know, time passed. Another theory started to make the rounds. It was a theory I initially dismissed. Five years after this event I was chatting with a friend. It was put forward that America had attacked herself. Flight 77 did not exist, and this plane was actually a missle. Again I said, although it was an interesting concept, it was flawed. It was nothing but a conspiracy theory. A couple of weeks ago the Pentagon released some footage of this plane impacting the wall and exploding. Recently I received an e mail, with this link.......
http://www.pentagonstrike.co.uk/flash.htm#Main Check er out.
http://investigate911.bravehost.com/ I like this one because it is more factual and logical than emotional like nearly every other theory you will find... have fun.

Lance Armstrong. What a great story. This man successfully battles against cancer, then rebuilds his ailing body and with an iron will, claims one of the hardest sporting prizes ever, in winning the World's most popular bike race. Claims he used performance enhancing drugs have shadowed him for the last 2 years. This year, the Tour de France has been marred by the banishment of top cyclists because of the alleged taking of these banned substances. I must admit to you that in my earlier question about whether or not you would tell all if you knew of a hero who had cheated, I had Armstrong in mind. I have been subjected to a urine test which was viewed by a nurse. It was I thought a bit excessive and invasive but I did it because my job at that place would have been in jeaopardy if I did not comply. Should every athlete in this sport be subjected to testing and also have the samples stored for years so further testing can be done to combat cheating? Costly? I bet it is. Is the integrity of the sport worth it?

I value your comments.