Pause Ponder and Park

Some people will do anything to beat you to a parking spot! Or so it would appear. Let's see how our caption crew did this week.

Another woman attempts to parallel park.

Moooooog

Texters accidently create the first commuter emoticon.

00dozo

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Me-Me King

There's a reason why they put instructions for trailer hitches in the south.

Tgoette

You'll notice Me-Me King has deigned us with her presence this week. And I only just wrote that post saying how much I missed her. Good to have you back skulking about Me-Me.

Our winner this week is someone you all know and love. My brother from Toronto. I know, I know, Toronto. *spits* Don't hold it against him.

I could have sworn I took the Smart Car this morning

Whitey

Congrats bro, you be hangin' with the dufus. Well metaphorically. You can't really be hangin' with me 'cause you live in *spits* Toronto.

You owe me!

Thanks to all for playing along. Next week get here early. You wouldn't want someone else to take your spot.

My Back Pages - October

Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing. Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read. Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said. Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth ...

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! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

Check out Ziva's Inferno for the rest of today's photos.

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