The Weird and The Weirder

You know, there's some weird, wacky and wonderful things going on around us. Sit back, relax, and let's see if I can provide you with an overview of stuff so odd you probably think I'm making it up. But noooo, Mr and Mrs Newshound, this stuff's for real.

Last week Canada's media - and the Catholic Church establishment - was aghast that the Prime Minister, a protestant, attending the funeral mass for former Governor General Romeo LeBlanc, appeared to pocket his communion wafer. This story had legs for about a week until the PM dismissed the story as the lowest of the low in journalism in a news conference at Italy's G8. Too bad. It had all the makings of the next Dan Brown blockbuster.

The madness that is MJ refuses to quit. In a story titled "Jacko in the Box" The New York Post reported last week that while the Jackson family dithers over Michael's final resting place his body is temporarily parked in Motown record mogul Berry Gordy's crypt. He's right next to Sandra Dee's final resting place who starred in "Imitation of Life" in 1959 - a fitting epitaph for her temporary neighbour.

Meanwhile, AFP reports a recent study for Expedia.com indicates "pushy French are world's worst tourists". The study says the French are stingy when it comes to tipping and are down right rude. In an unrelated story AFP also reports a French woman was found after 11 days stranded in Spain's Pyrenees with nothing but a picnic to eat. The real story is no one would give her food or directions because she was so rude.

And finally, for those of you really wanting to keep abreast of current events, you'll be happy to learn that a financially strapped New Zealand porn entrepreneur intends to go ahead with his annual "Boobs on Bikes" parade this year in Auckland. The parade features topless female porn stars on the backs of Harley's. Not surprisingly the event encountered some stiff opposition from city council. Zoom. Zoom.

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav

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