Pause Ponder and Preposterous Piercing

Hey, look who was hangin' with the dufus this week. Yep, my good pal Barry O. I was giving the guy a little economic advice, you know, seeing how we're so solvent north of the border. And look what the guy did. He framed my avatar. Naturally I autographed it for him because he's going to hang it in a very special place at the White House:

"Barack, I'll think of you when I occupy the bathroom."

So let's get down to things and maybe I can enlighten you on who will be hangin' with me this week.

Remember this guy?

Yeah, that's right. Debby Boone's husband. He really light's up her life. Well here's what some other folks said to make it into the honourable mentions this week:

Ladies this is why you never wait until last call to make your choice

Moooooog

Is that a lighter in yor tongue, or are you just glad to see me?

Cruella Collett

You think that's bad? You should see his penis.

Shawn

Hey dig my new subwoofers.

00dozo

*drum roll* and the winner of Pause Ponder and Pun #103 is *rim shot*

You don't even want to know where he keeps his smokes.

Nicky

I quit smoking about 15 years ago, so I don't really care...but I can imagine. Way to go Nicki, you be hanging' with the dufus this week. If you wanna hang out, though, you better leave your smokes at home but maybe you could make us something fun with...cheese. What do you think? Is that a gouda-dea or what, ma belle amie?

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! ...

The Dangling Conversation

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...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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