Back But Not

Ah yes, it's been a bit since I entered anything on this blog, and I'm not really going to remedy that situation right now. So little time... In the interim, interest readers might want to check out the new blog of a former student of mine here.

Also the reviews are starting to filter in for the new Van Morrison album What's Wrong With This Picture. You can check some of them out here, here and here.

The Governor General's Award nominees for literature are out, and it looks like it's yet another love-fest for Margaret Atwood. Atwood is a bit like the Meryl Streep of Canadian literature, a constant nominee and winner of awards-- and she has a following that thinks the sun shines out her ass. To my mind, though, she's tiresome and overrated. I'm reminded of the Air Farce sketch in which two characters discover themselves in the horrifying position of being trapped inside Atwood's head just as she's about to deliver another speech. Hehehe. Being Margaret Atwood sounds to me more bone-chilling than any horror film out there.

And, everyone should check out Mr Barry's column today. Delightfully ludicrous... And check out his column yesterday on the Marlins and the Yankees. You've got to love seeing the eight-letter a-word in print. ;-)

That's it for now. Gee, I feel like a groundhog sticking its head out just long enough to see its shadow.

P.S. (And in this case, P.S. should probably stand for 'Parting {ahem} Shot.') We have yet further proof that scientists really are a bunch of perverts. ;-) Pay special attention to the oh-so-clinical terminology. Anyone that can read this article without chuckling hysterically is simply not human.