Hackers turning the City of Ottawa website into a dancing banana is a tale of dumb and dumber. Probably I should kiss my own site goodbye before ridiculing pimply hackers and their victims but it’s time to put my inky foot down and hope I miss the cybernetic peel because this whole story is ridiculous. Click here to read the rest.
Dear Easter Bunny, How’s it going? All ready for that egg thing? Us too.
Thing is, though, it’s kind of cold here. Spring officially started Thursday but apparently it didn’t “take.” And while I realize you already have lots on your harebrain these days, you’re the main spring icon so I figured it was worth dropping you a line.
Imagine an anthropologist came to study Canada’s strange public rituals from some unspoiled region where only birds tweet and “reality television” could not be explained even if someone could be found who wanted to know. Upon encountering the thing known as a “federal budget,” he might well release a cloud of arrows to cover his precipitous flight back to a blessed homeland where “fiscal federalism” would be ceremonially incinerated if it ever intruded. But if not, what would he record for his bewildered fellows? Click here to read the rest.
We're in the final stretch of fundraising for our dojo's annual Kicks for Heart cardio-a-thon for the Heart and Stroke Foundation, hoping to raise $25,000. My wife is on the team and her fundraising goal is $500. If you can help, please go here to make a donation. Big or small, it all helps.
The cardio-a-thon is Saturday February 2 at the Centurion conference centre in Ottawa. It's two hours of conditioning and cardio kickboxing, it's open to the public, so if you want to see how cool and collected Brigitte looks after an intense two hour workout feel free to drop by.
Memo to: E. Scrooge From: J. Marley Re: Branding
Dear Ebenezer, I’m happy to report that Scrooge and Marley have enjoyed another year of record profits. By lending sums people can’t repay at rates they can’t afford and hiring only a miserable skeleton staff we are making money in ways only Charles Dickens could imagine.
The taxpayer sat scared and squirming in my second-best chair. “Ya gotta help me, gumshoe,” he said. “My faith in government’s missing. Haven’t seen it in ages. And my wallet’s gone, too. I think maybe they run off together.” Click here to read the rest.
O Canada, land of our ancestors, what hath become of thy anthem? Click here to read the rest.