Pete Silver is just too much for me...all his posts tickle my funny bone. PeteSilverBlog.com
This one just makes me weep!
Preparing for the High Holy Days
Tashlich TidbitsBy Rabbi Richard IsraelSome suggested tips for properly executing Tashlich (casting of sins into the waters. . . )
For ordinary sins, use – White bread
For exotic sins – French or Italian bread
For dark sins – Pumpernickel
For complex sins – Multigrain bread
For truly warped sins – Pretzels
For sins of indecision – Waffles
For sins committed in haste – Matzah
For substance abuse – Poppy seed rolls
For committing arson – Toast
For being ill-tempered – Sourdough bread
For silliness – Nut bread
For not giving full value – Shortbread
For political chauvinism – Yankee Doodles
For excessive use of irony – Rye bread
For continual bad jokes – Corn bread
For hardening our hearts – Jelly doughnuts
For excessive curiosity – Wonder Bread
For speed-limit violations – Russian bread
For usury – dough
posted by PeteSilver.com
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Midnight Sunstone
The Girlzilla over at "Peebrain.blogspot.com has been producing some lovely poetry. Like...I know an Iambic Pentameter from a Jacobs Drill Chuck, but for some reason her poetry strikes a spark with me. Here is a sample...entitled Midnight Sunstone....
Not a sapphire or a garnet,
I give you a midnight sunstone.
'tis rarer than diamond and gold.
How I found it, I did not know.
I was walking along a trodden path
When a sparkle caught my eye.
Gleaming red, blue, a fiery white
It lay there, poised for flight.
Legend has that the midnight sunstone
is forged neither by Nature or Man;
but plucked from the depths of all known miseries,
one tear after the next.
I give you this midnight sunstone
Wrapped in a skein of dying stars.
May this regard occlude you from blight
In darkness, love, you shall always have light.
Not a sapphire or a garnet,
I give you a midnight sunstone.
'tis rarer than diamond and gold.
How I found it, I did not know.
I was walking along a trodden path
When a sparkle caught my eye.
Gleaming red, blue, a fiery white
It lay there, poised for flight.
Legend has that the midnight sunstone
is forged neither by Nature or Man;
but plucked from the depths of all known miseries,
one tear after the next.
I give you this midnight sunstone
Wrapped in a skein of dying stars.
May this regard occlude you from blight
In darkness, love, you shall always have light.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
On Writing and web content
A discussion with Shayne the other night about how to improve my web site resulted in several points of thought. One was "web content". I shall have to figure out how to improve my "web content". I'll try to see if "blogger bits" on my web pages will be useful, or whether they will just be a too much a pain to keep current.
I was on Ms. Scott-Lee's web site which details her difficulties in reining in her natural creativity in order to conform to a Creative Writing Class. One thing her class instructor wants her to do is to write a synopsys of her story. I am not sure what a synopsys of a story which has not been written might look like...I thought they were a sort of summary of a story written afterwards, but the importance of an outline before developing the story was kind of critical...and seemed to be what the instructor was getting at. I made a comment on her blog which was complete enough to be a whole post..so I thought I would publish it here... If any of my regular readers wish to add to this, please feel free. Its not often I get up on my soap box to discuss building things, especially novels, since I never got a novel printed in my life! But, I looked into it once, and for a while thought that maybe writing would be a career. Then I found out how much work it is
In David Gerrold's book "The Trouble With Tribbles", he details the trouble he had when he went to write a screen play for the first time. The rules were tighter than a sonnet! Two minor climaxes,(leading up to commercial breaks) one major climax, all within 20 minutes. Dialogue to be adjusted according to the space allotted to the actors, and the correct amount of "screen time" each actor needs in accorance with their contract. Plus variations for directors cuts and European distribution. He said in his book that he now understood why so few really good authors went on to write screen plays...that the discipline to write a screen play was completely different from writing a novel, but WAS similar to writing a poem. Because he teethed on screen writing (he wrote the most popular Star Trek episode of all time at the age of 19!) he found his regular writing skills to be blunted by the lack of both deadlines and tight discipline. So, he made his own. He wrote all his subsequent novels by creating the synopsis or outline first, and then working within that framework. Creativity of course was still there, but it meant changing the "framework" before allowing the novel to "run away on its own". Heinlein only wrote one book that he did not plan out in advance. As he says in "Grumbles from the Grave", his publishers advanced him money for a book of xxxxx words, and he would give them xxxxx words, not a word more and not a word less. The book he wrote in one 24 hour marathon...was Starship Troopers...a book not really very well received, but the emotion comes through loud and clear. The movie does not do justice to the emotional writing. (The only screen play the greatest Science Fiction writer of all time ever wrote by the way was "Red Planet". A totally forgettable B movie.)
I was on Ms. Scott-Lee's web site which details her difficulties in reining in her natural creativity in order to conform to a Creative Writing Class. One thing her class instructor wants her to do is to write a synopsys of her story. I am not sure what a synopsys of a story which has not been written might look like...I thought they were a sort of summary of a story written afterwards, but the importance of an outline before developing the story was kind of critical...and seemed to be what the instructor was getting at. I made a comment on her blog which was complete enough to be a whole post..so I thought I would publish it here... If any of my regular readers wish to add to this, please feel free. Its not often I get up on my soap box to discuss building things, especially novels, since I never got a novel printed in my life! But, I looked into it once, and for a while thought that maybe writing would be a career. Then I found out how much work it is
In David Gerrold's book "The Trouble With Tribbles", he details the trouble he had when he went to write a screen play for the first time. The rules were tighter than a sonnet! Two minor climaxes,(leading up to commercial breaks) one major climax, all within 20 minutes. Dialogue to be adjusted according to the space allotted to the actors, and the correct amount of "screen time" each actor needs in accorance with their contract. Plus variations for directors cuts and European distribution. He said in his book that he now understood why so few really good authors went on to write screen plays...that the discipline to write a screen play was completely different from writing a novel, but WAS similar to writing a poem. Because he teethed on screen writing (he wrote the most popular Star Trek episode of all time at the age of 19!) he found his regular writing skills to be blunted by the lack of both deadlines and tight discipline. So, he made his own. He wrote all his subsequent novels by creating the synopsis or outline first, and then working within that framework. Creativity of course was still there, but it meant changing the "framework" before allowing the novel to "run away on its own". Heinlein only wrote one book that he did not plan out in advance. As he says in "Grumbles from the Grave", his publishers advanced him money for a book of xxxxx words, and he would give them xxxxx words, not a word more and not a word less. The book he wrote in one 24 hour marathon...was Starship Troopers...a book not really very well received, but the emotion comes through loud and clear. The movie does not do justice to the emotional writing. (The only screen play the greatest Science Fiction writer of all time ever wrote by the way was "Red Planet". A totally forgettable B movie.)
Challenge.
Oh, I could challenge the world tonight! It was the first class of basic swordhandling instruction. I'm still on a high from teaching tonight...and will be for...oh, another ten minutes anyway!
Oh, heck, here is a challenge for you. While seated in a chair, make your right foot inscribe clocwise circles. Then, while inscribing clockwise circles with your right toe, pick up an imaginary chalk, and draw the number "6" on an imaginary chalkboard in front of you. See if you can draw that "six" and not have your foot change direction on you.
Oh, heck, here is a challenge for you. While seated in a chair, make your right foot inscribe clocwise circles. Then, while inscribing clockwise circles with your right toe, pick up an imaginary chalk, and draw the number "6" on an imaginary chalkboard in front of you. See if you can draw that "six" and not have your foot change direction on you.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Tweeter and the Monkey Man
Some folks were askin' me why I thought Sin City was like a Traveling Wilbury's Album. Well, TW is great, and most of what they sing has been sung by others...For instance, Tweeter and the Monkey Man was most famously sung by Bruce Springsteen. Here are the lyrics, courtesy of http://www.lyricsdepot.com/bruce-springsteen/tweeter-and-the-monkey-man.html
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash,
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash,
To an Undercover Cop who had a sister named Jan.
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
The Undercover Cop never liked the Monkey Man,
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill,
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill.
It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel,
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The Undercover Cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire."
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The Undercover Cop was left tied up to a tree,
Near the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory.
Next day the Undercover Cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "It was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal, as long as you don't get caught".
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Some place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gas,
The Undercover Cop had cornered them, said,"Boy you didn't think this could last?"
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"
.She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know".
The Undercover Cop was found face down in a field,
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield.
Jan said to the Monkey Man, "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl,
I knew him long before he became a Jersey Girl."
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den.
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was on.
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan,
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
And if you think THESE lyrics are scary, you should see the lyrics by "The Archies"!
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash,
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash,
To an Undercover Cop who had a sister named Jan.
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
The Undercover Cop never liked the Monkey Man,
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill,
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill.
It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel,
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The Undercover Cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire."
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The Undercover Cop was left tied up to a tree,
Near the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory.
Next day the Undercover Cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "It was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal, as long as you don't get caught".
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Some place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gas,
The Undercover Cop had cornered them, said,"Boy you didn't think this could last?"
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"
.She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know".
The Undercover Cop was found face down in a field,
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield.
Jan said to the Monkey Man, "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl,
I knew him long before he became a Jersey Girl."
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den.
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was on.
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan,
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
And if you think THESE lyrics are scary, you should see the lyrics by "The Archies"!
Come on home boys, your job is done!
Its good to know that the Canadians are useful. http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2005/09/14/1217282-cp.html Somebody has to do the manual work getting public buildings cleared out...after all, there are no residents who can do it. And those relief supplies, put them back in the ships guys...they contain "gasp" Canadian beef, so it can't be distributed in Louisiana.
Maybe we could be useful if we all got our guitars out and led a nice chorus of Kumbaya....
Maybe they can use the supplies in Gulfport. I hear it voted Democrat last election....
Joke of the day....seems Hurricane Katrina killed upwards of 200,000 Mexicans when it brushed past the country. Canada sent milk and cookies, France sent a ship load of freedom fries, and Mr. Bush sent 200,000 replacement Mexicans...
Baaaah....US politics....its enough to turn your stomach. The only thing worse (of course) is Canadian politics. Heard about the campaigning involved in the leadership of the damned separatists in Quebec? (oops, my bad, I meant of course, the Bloc Quebecois) Of course not! Its not on American News so it doesn't exist!
I'll take my pills now....
nighty night...
Maybe we could be useful if we all got our guitars out and led a nice chorus of Kumbaya....
Maybe they can use the supplies in Gulfport. I hear it voted Democrat last election....
Joke of the day....seems Hurricane Katrina killed upwards of 200,000 Mexicans when it brushed past the country. Canada sent milk and cookies, France sent a ship load of freedom fries, and Mr. Bush sent 200,000 replacement Mexicans...
Baaaah....US politics....its enough to turn your stomach. The only thing worse (of course) is Canadian politics. Heard about the campaigning involved in the leadership of the damned separatists in Quebec? (oops, my bad, I meant of course, the Bloc Quebecois) Of course not! Its not on American News so it doesn't exist!
I'll take my pills now....
nighty night...
Monday, September 12, 2005
Dear Tech support...
Program Wife 1.0
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favourite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!Thanks,A Troubled User.
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REPLY
Dear Troubled User,
This is a very common problem that men complain about. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony-Child Support.
I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep3.0, Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2.However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0!
WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favourite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!Thanks,A Troubled User.
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REPLY
Dear Troubled User,
This is a very common problem that men complain about. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony-Child Support.
I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep3.0, Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2.However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0!
WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Visitors!
I love visitors. Brad and his wife Chris are staying over. He spent some time building some armour yesterday, and if he had his way, he would be spending all his time today making armour. However, since they came all the way from Winnipeg, Chris wants to see some of the city. Well, who can blame her. She was very nice all day yesterday, being very bored while the men were playing. Now it is Brad's turn to check out the Pompeii exhibit at the museum, or the war museum or whatever Ottawa offers.
Don't know who will be dropping by today to make armour, but it sure is nice to have visitors!
I was originally going to rant a lot about something I found on the "cyber law" site, but I think I shall save it for my "rant" blog. http://yusefsjournal2.blogspot.com/
It is just too nice a day to rant. I'll get these few armour commissions out of the way, and then maybe see about dropping some deck blocks into place!
Don't know who will be dropping by today to make armour, but it sure is nice to have visitors!
I was originally going to rant a lot about something I found on the "cyber law" site, but I think I shall save it for my "rant" blog. http://yusefsjournal2.blogspot.com/
It is just too nice a day to rant. I'll get these few armour commissions out of the way, and then maybe see about dropping some deck blocks into place!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Finally back to work!
Well, except for hiding behind the computer blogging that is!
Just got back from doing a demo at a county fair. Never done one like that before. I think it went well. However a good solid "post mortem" needs to be done to see if this is where I want to move my business to. Like...what parts worked well, what parts sucked...that sort of thing. I know what the reporters want, but I won't moon the fair just so they can get the "perfect" shot. Kind of annoying though...I wanted to watch some of the other stuff (the tai chi demo for instance) and the press is getting a story of some kind. I have had so much contact with the press over the years...it is difficult to take them seriously. I am SO tempted to just tell them, take a picture, and make up a story...you'll do it anyway. oh, and here is a business card to make sure that you will spell my name right. They make up the story, but they never DO get my name right!
Oh well, maybe a lot of my old school buddies will see my mug in the paper and raise a glass to me.
On a different note...finally watched "Sin City". Interesting. Sort of a comic book version of a Traveling Wilbury's album. Remember, you heard it here first. (I asked her to marry me, she pulled out a knife. The parties just beginning she said, your money or your life! Now back at the bar, she went a little too far.........last night...talking about last night.....) or (Some days I don't think about anythin' but the Monkey Man!)
Has anybody noticed by the way that there are a LOT less spam sites lately? I am sure that last month every second site or more was a spam site. Now, as I hit "next blog", it actually goes to somebody's honest to gawd blog! Maybe the countermeasures are working....or maybe I have just been very lucky!
Well, those helmets won't make themselves.....
Just got back from doing a demo at a county fair. Never done one like that before. I think it went well. However a good solid "post mortem" needs to be done to see if this is where I want to move my business to. Like...what parts worked well, what parts sucked...that sort of thing. I know what the reporters want, but I won't moon the fair just so they can get the "perfect" shot. Kind of annoying though...I wanted to watch some of the other stuff (the tai chi demo for instance) and the press is getting a story of some kind. I have had so much contact with the press over the years...it is difficult to take them seriously. I am SO tempted to just tell them, take a picture, and make up a story...you'll do it anyway. oh, and here is a business card to make sure that you will spell my name right. They make up the story, but they never DO get my name right!
Oh well, maybe a lot of my old school buddies will see my mug in the paper and raise a glass to me.
On a different note...finally watched "Sin City". Interesting. Sort of a comic book version of a Traveling Wilbury's album. Remember, you heard it here first. (I asked her to marry me, she pulled out a knife. The parties just beginning she said, your money or your life! Now back at the bar, she went a little too far.........last night...talking about last night.....) or (Some days I don't think about anythin' but the Monkey Man!)
Has anybody noticed by the way that there are a LOT less spam sites lately? I am sure that last month every second site or more was a spam site. Now, as I hit "next blog", it actually goes to somebody's honest to gawd blog! Maybe the countermeasures are working....or maybe I have just been very lucky!
Well, those helmets won't make themselves.....
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Vassar Clemens is Dead!
Oh man! I loved that guy! Fiddle vituoso, played with Earl Sgruggs and Lester Flatt.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-08-16-clements-obit_x.htm?POE=LIFISVA
I first saw him on an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies. And again, as the the fiddle playing cousin at the Shady Rest Hotel.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-08-16-clements-obit_x.htm?POE=LIFISVA
I first saw him on an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies. And again, as the the fiddle playing cousin at the Shady Rest Hotel.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Kill the spammer, kill the spammer!
Blogger may not be long for the world if these spammers get their way!
http://www.blogger.com/profile/6595660
is a source of a log of it. I wonder how to complain about profile 6595660
http://www.blogger.com/profile/6595660
is a source of a log of it. I wonder how to complain about profile 6595660
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Court room antics.
Well, it ain't Judge Judy! Spent the day in court trying to find out what the "system" is going to do with my prodigal brother. (Seems he slept through his court date, and lost his paperwork.) Its time to get him off the streets. He swears he is not ill...but my mileage may differ. There is still a very strong bias against mental illness in our society...every where I look there is another charity auction for the Children's Hospital, but never EVER have I seen a charity auction for the Royal Ottawa [mental] Hospital. Ahh...but that is a subject for another rant later on. Right now, I am still amazed at the antics of the court room!
Showed up at 7:30, to try and get some information about what and where. Lots of people, lots of courtrooms. Found the courtroom where the bail hearings were to be held. fortunately only one courtroom for bail hearings today so I got the right one first time. The crown prosecuter, obviously giving me the brush off was "on form" as the meanest dinosaur in the valley. Her behavior at the time struck me as interesting...and it took me a week to figure it out. The brusque manner, the brush off made sense, as did her unwillingness to talk to a friend of the guy in the dock. Her statement that "I don't have the time to talk to you...you talk to Mr. Lxxxxx, he is the defense attourney. Then she proceeds to spend the next 5 minutes or so exclaiming over a clerk's shoes and wondering where she got them! Didn't have time indeed! I suppose she figured I was like most families of perps and wanted an "in" to the prosecutor. I can understand that. Then, when I got this incredibly busy defense attourney to listen to me, he was agast that my bro had NO representation, and NO brief on him at all! So he broke into the "shoe" conversation to get his brief. Oh right, well, here you are...she says, as she pulls out the paperwork to give to the defense. Mr. Lxxxxx had almost 3 minutes to read the brief before showtime! This was not enough, though he DID get a chance to visit my Bro instead of getting his lunch.
Needless to say, we hung about until about 3 in the afternoon, to hear the defense explain that he needed the case to be held over until the next day so that he could prepare a proper brief. So the bro spends another night in cells because the Prosecuting Attourney was more interested in the clerk's shoes than in getting the correct paperwork to the defense.
Perhaps I am being needlessly harsh...because certainly once showtime started, the court was a hive of activity. Two clerks in full robes were bustling about being very officious, moving files about, two court reporters recording every utterance....two Crown Prosecuters, one Provincial, one Federal were busy sorting out federal and provincial responsiblities. Finding court dates and courtroom "slots" . It was kind of neat...they were speaking in code all the time! Imagine the poor kid wearing the hoodie standing behind the thick glass in the dock listening to this: This is John Smith, he is here under allegations of section 41 subsection 3, 7 and 19. "Does he have a form 1?" No, he doens't need one, He has a federal 31a. "Ahh, well, does the federal prosecuter have the 39w? Yes, good then. "I'll need a copy of that please" Here you go then. Thank You....a slot is available on Tuesday, 2:30 PM 14 September Is there a surety here? Good...Mr John Smith, you are released in custody of your grandmother, and you will appear in courtroom 13 on 14 September 2005. If you fail to appear, you will personally laible for 300 dollars bail and your grandmother will be liable for 300 dollars bail. Do you understand? The poor yob in the dock who hasn't understood a word up until this point understands "Bail", "Grandmother" and "release". Yes Your Worship, he says, and the cop with no gun takes him away and cuffs him again.
That was a week ago, and I am still shaking my head!
Showed up at 7:30, to try and get some information about what and where. Lots of people, lots of courtrooms. Found the courtroom where the bail hearings were to be held. fortunately only one courtroom for bail hearings today so I got the right one first time. The crown prosecuter, obviously giving me the brush off was "on form" as the meanest dinosaur in the valley. Her behavior at the time struck me as interesting...and it took me a week to figure it out. The brusque manner, the brush off made sense, as did her unwillingness to talk to a friend of the guy in the dock. Her statement that "I don't have the time to talk to you...you talk to Mr. Lxxxxx, he is the defense attourney. Then she proceeds to spend the next 5 minutes or so exclaiming over a clerk's shoes and wondering where she got them! Didn't have time indeed! I suppose she figured I was like most families of perps and wanted an "in" to the prosecutor. I can understand that. Then, when I got this incredibly busy defense attourney to listen to me, he was agast that my bro had NO representation, and NO brief on him at all! So he broke into the "shoe" conversation to get his brief. Oh right, well, here you are...she says, as she pulls out the paperwork to give to the defense. Mr. Lxxxxx had almost 3 minutes to read the brief before showtime! This was not enough, though he DID get a chance to visit my Bro instead of getting his lunch.
Needless to say, we hung about until about 3 in the afternoon, to hear the defense explain that he needed the case to be held over until the next day so that he could prepare a proper brief. So the bro spends another night in cells because the Prosecuting Attourney was more interested in the clerk's shoes than in getting the correct paperwork to the defense.
Perhaps I am being needlessly harsh...because certainly once showtime started, the court was a hive of activity. Two clerks in full robes were bustling about being very officious, moving files about, two court reporters recording every utterance....two Crown Prosecuters, one Provincial, one Federal were busy sorting out federal and provincial responsiblities. Finding court dates and courtroom "slots" . It was kind of neat...they were speaking in code all the time! Imagine the poor kid wearing the hoodie standing behind the thick glass in the dock listening to this: This is John Smith, he is here under allegations of section 41 subsection 3, 7 and 19. "Does he have a form 1?" No, he doens't need one, He has a federal 31a. "Ahh, well, does the federal prosecuter have the 39w? Yes, good then. "I'll need a copy of that please" Here you go then. Thank You....a slot is available on Tuesday, 2:30 PM 14 September Is there a surety here? Good...Mr John Smith, you are released in custody of your grandmother, and you will appear in courtroom 13 on 14 September 2005. If you fail to appear, you will personally laible for 300 dollars bail and your grandmother will be liable for 300 dollars bail. Do you understand? The poor yob in the dock who hasn't understood a word up until this point understands "Bail", "Grandmother" and "release". Yes Your Worship, he says, and the cop with no gun takes him away and cuffs him again.
That was a week ago, and I am still shaking my head!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
singing the blues
Ahhh...in the traditon of stealing only from the best, this was forwarded to me.
Subject: Fw: HOW TO PLAY & SING THE BLUES ----- HOW TO PLAY& SING THE BLUES
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning..."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues unless you sticksomething nasty in the next line like "I got a good woman with themeanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Thenfind something that rhymes, sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest facein town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teethlike Margaret Thatcher, and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in aditch. There ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don'ttravel in Volvos, BMWs, or SUVs. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhoundbus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor poolsain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blueslifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults singthe Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electricchair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or anyplace inCanada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinicaldepression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are still great places tohave the Blues. You cannot have the blues anyplace that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman with malepattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing is not theblues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The lighting iswrong. Go out to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.10. Good places for the Blues:a. Highwayb. Jailhousec. Empty bedd. Bottom of a whiskey glassBad places for the Blues:a. Nordstrom'sb. Gallery openingsc. Ivy League collegesd. Golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if:
a. You older than dirt
b. You blind
c. You shot a man in Memphis
d. You can't be satisfied
No, if:
a. You have all your teethb. You were once blind but now can see
c. The man in Memphis lived
d. You have a 401K or trust fund
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woodscannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white people also got aleg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the Blues.Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. Cheap wine
b. Whiskey or bourbon
c. Muddy water
d. Nasty black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. Chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast
15. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death.Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So isthe electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely on a broken-down cot.You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or whilegetting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men:a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Amber, Jennifer, Tiffany, Debbie, and Heathercan't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name Starter Kit:
a. Name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. First name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, etc..)
c. Last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) Examples:
Blind Lime Jefferson, Jackleg Lemon Johnson.
20. No matter how tragic your life, if you own a computer you cannot singthe blues
Subject: Fw: HOW TO PLAY & SING THE BLUES ----- HOW TO PLAY& SING THE BLUES
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning..."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues unless you sticksomething nasty in the next line like "I got a good woman with themeanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Thenfind something that rhymes, sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest facein town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teethlike Margaret Thatcher, and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in aditch. There ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don'ttravel in Volvos, BMWs, or SUVs. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhoundbus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor poolsain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blueslifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults singthe Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electricchair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or anyplace inCanada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinicaldepression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are still great places tohave the Blues. You cannot have the blues anyplace that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman with malepattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing is not theblues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The lighting iswrong. Go out to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.10. Good places for the Blues:a. Highwayb. Jailhousec. Empty bedd. Bottom of a whiskey glassBad places for the Blues:a. Nordstrom'sb. Gallery openingsc. Ivy League collegesd. Golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if:
a. You older than dirt
b. You blind
c. You shot a man in Memphis
d. You can't be satisfied
No, if:
a. You have all your teethb. You were once blind but now can see
c. The man in Memphis lived
d. You have a 401K or trust fund
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woodscannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white people also got aleg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the Blues.Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. Cheap wine
b. Whiskey or bourbon
c. Muddy water
d. Nasty black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. Chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast
15. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death.Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So isthe electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely on a broken-down cot.You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or whilegetting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men:a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Amber, Jennifer, Tiffany, Debbie, and Heathercan't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name Starter Kit:
a. Name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. First name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, etc..)
c. Last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) Examples:
Blind Lime Jefferson, Jackleg Lemon Johnson.
20. No matter how tragic your life, if you own a computer you cannot singthe blues
Another weekend, another lost week!
It took me all week to mow that darned lawn! Ah well, now I know that there are no rocks and stones which can damage a ride-on. But what can you do when you come home to find an acre of grass, burrdocks, and thistles waist high! I rented the neatest tool...its a five horsepower whipper snipper with a blade on it! Slow cutting....I have an antique sythe in the showroom which was almost as fast, except of course you have to spend half your day sharpening the blessed thing!
Hey now it is raining, I can have a fire in the fire pit! Oh right...didn't get a burn permit....darn!
Found my little brother...he called me Monday...needed some help. Turned out he needed a LOT of help. Well, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your relatives. A lot of the week seemed to be taken up with sitting in courthouses, and talking with lawyers and social workers. Bloody hell!
And there seems to be a problem with my Eudora email program...possibly not interacting properly with my Norton Antivirus. Not sure...NAV seems to be fine, scans well, the problem doesn't go away when I turn NAV off. I think I shall remove it from the computer totally. See if that helps. I can always re-install. I have heard that it is difficult to remove NAV from a 'puter...it puts its tenetacles into every little area. I figured I would blog a bit until I get the nerve to to the uninstall!
Well, it could be worse. Some of the lost souls in the courthouse were pretty heart wrenching. "Dude...its 28 degrees C out there! (94 degrees Farenheit!) Why are you wearing a hoodie and a watch cap? And you in the leather jacket...you think the judge is going to be impressed with the leather jacket? And girl, if you have to wear the pretty sun dress to make people think you just misplaced your friends the tin woodsman and scarecrow, perhaps you should wear a pretty little shawl to cover the tatoo "Born to FUCK" across your pretty shoulders. It really isn't fooling people!
The lines between low level criminal activity and mental illness seem to blur when you are in bail court at 9 in the morning...and perhaps people with strong opinions [of any kind] might do well to spend some time there...
Hey now it is raining, I can have a fire in the fire pit! Oh right...didn't get a burn permit....darn!
Found my little brother...he called me Monday...needed some help. Turned out he needed a LOT of help. Well, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your relatives. A lot of the week seemed to be taken up with sitting in courthouses, and talking with lawyers and social workers. Bloody hell!
And there seems to be a problem with my Eudora email program...possibly not interacting properly with my Norton Antivirus. Not sure...NAV seems to be fine, scans well, the problem doesn't go away when I turn NAV off. I think I shall remove it from the computer totally. See if that helps. I can always re-install. I have heard that it is difficult to remove NAV from a 'puter...it puts its tenetacles into every little area. I figured I would blog a bit until I get the nerve to to the uninstall!
Well, it could be worse. Some of the lost souls in the courthouse were pretty heart wrenching. "Dude...its 28 degrees C out there! (94 degrees Farenheit!) Why are you wearing a hoodie and a watch cap? And you in the leather jacket...you think the judge is going to be impressed with the leather jacket? And girl, if you have to wear the pretty sun dress to make people think you just misplaced your friends the tin woodsman and scarecrow, perhaps you should wear a pretty little shawl to cover the tatoo "Born to FUCK" across your pretty shoulders. It really isn't fooling people!
The lines between low level criminal activity and mental illness seem to blur when you are in bail court at 9 in the morning...and perhaps people with strong opinions [of any kind] might do well to spend some time there...
Sunday, August 14, 2005
A variant of the who's on first routine....
I wish I had thought of this one. I could not find out Hu wrote it, but if somebody knows, I'll buy them a Kofi.
George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The guy in China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The main man in China!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya' asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's who's name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he's dead in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?Condi: No, sir.
George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars.
George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The guy in China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The main man in China!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya' asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's who's name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he's dead in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?Condi: No, sir.
George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Comment Spam!!
Wow, I feel blessed! Got my first "comment spam". A cut and paste without any relationship to the post whatsoever. Neat!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
New course dates! woo hoo!
Jean dropped in yesterday to discuss the new Chivalrous Sword Handling courses at Algonquin for the fall. He does not want to hang about until ten o'clock...who can blame him! He has to get up early to do his day jobs. On Wednesdays, we cannot start until 8 o'clock,and I refuse to go all the way into Ottawa for a one hour class. (I mean, you figure last spring with 60 cent a liter gas, it was costing me ten bucks to go from Metcalfe to west end Ottawa and back, and this fall, with gas at 95 cents, that would be 12 to 15 bucks in fuel alone to teach a one hour class. Not to mention a half hour on winter roads each way. it is just not worth the trouble to do a one hour class! So, we have decided pretty much to drop Wednesday evenings for the fall, and do the classes on Friday. One small glitch though....how do we teach two 8 week classes back to back starting 16 September? I'll see if anybody wants to start it a week early, then we will be able to end them 23 December.
(And here I was hoping to do it all Wednesday,and get my Fridays off....for a change)
So, drop Wednesdays like, totally, and two back to back courses on Friday.
The winter and spring months, no problems. Our Fridays will be clear, and we will be teaching Mondays and Wednesdays.
Really looking forward to it.
Bill
(And here I was hoping to do it all Wednesday,and get my Fridays off....for a change)
So, drop Wednesdays like, totally, and two back to back courses on Friday.
The winter and spring months, no problems. Our Fridays will be clear, and we will be teaching Mondays and Wednesdays.
Really looking forward to it.
Bill
Friday, August 05, 2005
Pirates and global warming...
I always knew there was a correlation between pirates and global warming. Here is the complete explanation....
Makes as much sense as teaching that God created the world in 6 days....
http://www.venganza.org/index.htm
This is an open letter to the Kansas City School Board, asking them to teach the theory that it was a giant floating spagetti monster that created the world. The logical reply is that not enough people are in this faith to take it seriously AS a faith, so they want 10 million people to stand up for this belief and demand that it be taught along side creationism.
They might get it. When Conservative premier Stockwell Day was asked if he wished to open the debate on abortion (after we had firmly slammed it shut after what...25 years!), he said, "Well, if there are enough people who want me to address the issue, I will do it". Wrong answer Stockwell! The next question was, "Well, how many people would it take to sign a petition for you to do it" Like a fool, he said, "I guess if a hundred thousand people want me to take up this issue, I will do it." Really, Stock, a hundred thousand? Nothing less? "Okay, if ten thousand people wanted me to do it, I would". That fine....so what do you suppose happened?
Oh sure, ten thousand people signed a petition for the Federal Government to re-open the abortion issue, but more than a hundred thousand people signed petitions to get him to change his name from Stockwell Day to Doris Day. The power of ridicule!
We notice these days that Stockwell Day is no longer a force in Federal politics.
Makes as much sense as teaching that God created the world in 6 days....
http://www.venganza.org/index.htm
This is an open letter to the Kansas City School Board, asking them to teach the theory that it was a giant floating spagetti monster that created the world. The logical reply is that not enough people are in this faith to take it seriously AS a faith, so they want 10 million people to stand up for this belief and demand that it be taught along side creationism.
They might get it. When Conservative premier Stockwell Day was asked if he wished to open the debate on abortion (after we had firmly slammed it shut after what...25 years!), he said, "Well, if there are enough people who want me to address the issue, I will do it". Wrong answer Stockwell! The next question was, "Well, how many people would it take to sign a petition for you to do it" Like a fool, he said, "I guess if a hundred thousand people want me to take up this issue, I will do it." Really, Stock, a hundred thousand? Nothing less? "Okay, if ten thousand people wanted me to do it, I would". That fine....so what do you suppose happened?
Oh sure, ten thousand people signed a petition for the Federal Government to re-open the abortion issue, but more than a hundred thousand people signed petitions to get him to change his name from Stockwell Day to Doris Day. The power of ridicule!
We notice these days that Stockwell Day is no longer a force in Federal politics.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Harry Potter...
Can't help it...just read the book. Am I the only one who has figured out the truth yet? I used to wonder if Dumbldore was really Voldemert in disguise (think about it, ever see them both in the same room together?) however the disgusting events which led to the assumption of the cat lady to the head mistresses chair seem to have put paid to the idea....no matter how titilating that would have been. Actually, I have a new theory. You see, that scar that Harry has on his forehead...thats one of Voldemort's horcruxes. Perfect timing....kill the parents, leave a piece of the old soul right there where no body would ever suspect. It would explain why it hurts when the big V is around, and also why Harry could speak parceltoungue...he has a lot of V in him! Also, the hat had trouble...wanted to put him into Slytheryn at first didn't it? The hat comes down over the scar, so the immediate thing is to assign him to Sly house. But the hat has second thoughts. This is unusual for a hat.... and puts HP into Griffindor. And its hard to confuse a hat! Like does this happen often?
Makes more sense than the idea that Voldemort couldn't kill Harry because in actual fact, he was Harry's father. But this is probably too biblical for JKR...{And Lo, Harry's parents could not find room at the inn....}
I can't wait for the tenth book..."There's Something about Harry".
Now if I could just figure out who R A B would be. Reuben Albus Bumbledore....naaah.
Makes more sense than the idea that Voldemort couldn't kill Harry because in actual fact, he was Harry's father. But this is probably too biblical for JKR...{And Lo, Harry's parents could not find room at the inn....}
I can't wait for the tenth book..."There's Something about Harry".
Now if I could just figure out who R A B would be. Reuben Albus Bumbledore....naaah.
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