Weekend musings

Well, the snow from earlier in the week has all but gone now thanks to a couple of rainy days, but at least I have had a taste of what the landscape will look like here once winter is here to stay. What qualifies as our 'autumn' is still exceedingly cold though; it's a balmy 6° today, but in the week ahead it's forecast to stay around the 1° or 2° mark.

My much talked about expedition into the foothills will have to wait for another day as I woke up with a bad back this morning - better than waking up with a horse's head I guess - and I've spent most of the morning hobbling around the house bent almost double, although this has enabled me to get a close up view of all the spots on the floor that I missed when I went on my cleaning blitz last weekend.

Housebound as I am I've had a go at baking my own version of Tim Hortons' raisin tea biscuits (scones to those of you in the UK), and I must say that they've actually come out pretty well. Combine these with the Timbits that I still have in the freezer and my jar of Tim Hortons ground coffee and I have quite a home away from home going on up here; all I need are the cops sitting at the next table and it'll be just like being there.

Always fresh...

That's gotta hurt...

I just had to post this; I swear I'm not making it up, and this was exactly how it happened.

I was watching the CW11 channel last night (which I think broadcasts out of New York), and during the commercials in Family Guy - it was the episode where Peter goes blind after attempting to break the world record for eating nickels - there was a preview for the evening news. It trailed three stories, in this order:

"Coming up on tonight's CW at 10, we look at how the financial crisis is affecting you, we reveal the shocking surprise that a local man found in his hot dog bun, and we uncover evidence that proves that there might be truth in the story of a Brooklyn cop who claims he was sodomised with a fellow officer's walkie-talkie."

Unfortunately, I had to help out at my school's Halloween dance and I never got to see the news.

Damn shame; I really wanted to see what was in those hot dog buns.