Pause Ponder and Pork on Your Fork

Yay, you remembered! And those that didn't are the losers because they missed their chance to be as happy as a pig in shit. I use that expression, of course, because of this week's pic. A pig among the pooches. I think the little guy's hiding out from Old MacDonald. Yeah, I think he's out of breakfast bacon and is looking for a side of sizzle. This little piggy's gonna have none...of that. So let's see who came up with the best porcine pun, shall we? And away we go...

Lord of The Fleas

00dozo

In China, dog is the other white meat.

Madge

From "Best in Show" to "Best in Sow"

Nicky

But our winner this week is that punster poser from the COTU (centre of the universe - *spits* Toronto) and my brother...

The grunt of the litter.

Whitey

Everybody?

HI WHITEY!!!

Hey Whitey. You won this little pig in a poke ya big ham. You be hangin' with your brother dufus. Waddaya wanna do this week? We could get together and go out to your favourite breakfast spot where I know they have some delicious pork products. I'm talkin' maybe some Eggs Willowdale, home fries, bacon, sausages and pea meal bacon. You want a cardiac arrest with that? Congrats bro.

And a special tip of the hat to Nicky for being a good sport. She participated in our little contest even though she and I are in the midst of a major diss fest over who's gonna win the Tribal Blogs' Makeover Contest. Stories of anal probes just ain't gonna do it baby. Aliens got nothing over Norma Desmond.

Sorry about that previous paragraph but seeing this was a post about a pig I thought I'd throw in a few links.

Thanks to all for playing and we'll see everyone next week, once you've managed to extricate yourselves from the pig pen and - sniff, sniff - had a chance to clean yourselves up.

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! ...

Hello Goodbye

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There's a debate underway in my household between my wife and I. I say "underway" because it hasn't quite reached the "raging" stage. If you want raging, my wife (a Francophone) and I (an Anglophone) from time to time (usually in a weak moment of my own making) slip into our number one discussion around why we don't speak more French at home - ergo - when am I, a former public servant who learned French at the expense of our gracious taxpayers and was technically rated bilingual (even though I hardly used it), going to improve my use of Canada's other language? This one never gets resolved, hence it's ongoing nature. But the current debate is over a remark I casually made the other day. I'm no geek, but with a lot of time on my hands I surf the web, converse on Facebook and such and - I have to admit - "I'm nonamedufus and I'm a Twitterholic". In an epiphany-like moment I was struck by the apparent impact of social networkin...

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