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http://feeds.feedburner.com/Commatoseca is where I am now.  It's better there.

Since you apparently can't read this message unless you are logged in to Facebook (effectively confusing the problem even more), I felt it necessary to post this on the good ol' public acccess internet, from Known Issues on Facebook: Known Issues on Facebook Due to site maintenance, some profiles and Pages have been seeing a Profile Unavailable error message for over 24 hours. We estimate that

Too bad for Mixi. Came across kind of a neat pick-me-up in the morning if you enjoy punctuation marks that are rarely used: 14 Punctuation Marks That You Never Knew Existed It's morning, and we're about to sample some Melitta coffee that we only got charged 13 cents for at the store thanks to a broken scale.  If it's not any good, I still have the receipt. Last night I played a guitar solo

Inspired by a coworker, I decided to buy a butternut squash and take it for a spin in the oven this weekend.  It's Hallowe'en soon, and I'm feeling rather festive, so why the heck not?  I found an incredible amount of butternut squash soup recipes, but I kind of wanted to try my hand at it as a solid first.  I beckoned, my faithful Facebook friends answered with delicious sounding recipes.  I

Fish die by botulism, birds eat infected fish; a likely story.  The timing is a little off-putting, though.  Why can't we just admit that the grief-stricken, poor economy-shaken birds committed mass suicide?  By the way, if you live on Georgian Bay and awaken to hundreds of dead birds in your yard, don't just start cleaning them up, contact your municipality first. Something might be up.

Apparently people eat squash, so this fall (maybe tonight) I am going to try an oven-baked butternut squash recipe.  If no review on this meal in the coming days, assume I have accidentally poisoned and killed myself and Miklos.  In case that happens, here is a picture of me as two ghosts in the park that I forgot about until just now:

Because you felt so threatened by the possibility that cellular technology would be the death of us all that you actually put your phone into a safe deposit box and locked it away to prevent any electromagnetic fields from escaping and endangering your health any further, I am pleased to assure you that a new study says that we have no reason to connect cancer risk with the use of cell phones.

I'm really not okay with this. Endangered Bengal tigers among those killed after escaping from Ohio zoo I understand, yes, the police were not trained to deal with the tigers any other way.  Surely though, there were people who were. Animal control, or, failing that, someone with more wild life expertise that the animal control people could've called.  I realize it was a critical situation.  It

I strongly advise you listen to Modern Guilt by Beck if you haven't lately. Especially while driving and not texting. Ambition and motivation. As someone living on this particular place in the world, I have the privilege of having just about everything I need and still being too lazy to go out and claim it. Domesticated life is wonderful but is easy to slump into and settle. What about

I'm the kind of person who for a long time paid her bills the second she got them. Then I sort of slumped into becoming the kind of person who pays them on time. According to the $8 interest charge on my credit card this month, I am now a deadbeat in my eyes, but through no fault of my own of course. If you've ever used the website I'm talking about (which I will not reveal because I dunno,

EnglishWikipedia has an article on:Tongue-in-cheek[edit]Adjectivetongue-in-cheek (comparative more tongue-in-cheek, superlative most tongue-in-cheek)(idiomatic) not intended seriously; jocular or humorous He gave a tongue-in-cheek explanation of why the sky was blue, offering a theory about some primordial discount on light blue paint. From Wiktionary.

BECAUSE I ALWAYS YELL AT PEOPLE. That is today's post.  Mull it over, would you?

I have to say, this is the first time in weeks I have been able to say "There is nothing on TV."  Even when we spent a week up north in the middle of nowhere with the rattly satellite that would lose signal every 7 minutes, I was happier about the programming.  I imagine this is a lot like what I can expect from my retirement years. Which is why I imagine so many old people are quite all right

I realize some girls were not lucky enough to grow up with the most supportive of families.  I am aware of how insecure this makes them.  I know it's why they walk around with skirts hiked up to their buttholes, and why they drink and drug themselves stupid in vain attempts to attract attention, so easily mistaking it for affection.  And for once, it's not the fact that they're contributing to

I'm normally a summer person, but it's going to be mid-temp today and I actually don't mind it.  Yesterday I remembered how much I loved a hot coffee instead of just liked it as a morning routine, and today it actually motivated me to wake up before 8am on my first day of vacation.  Shit!  It's so good! You ever type something and at the same time someone else says that same thing? I don't.

Because Dan is a tingus, I have to blog again. So what's new in the world?  Well, I just don't know. Today I will outwardly consider how sad it is that money is such a motivator for some people.  Not in the way that they'll work, however. No, no.  I am referring to the money so readily available to deadbeats and other human embodiment of sloth who for no good reason actually opt to leech off

"Pay money for me. I am so innocent and would never destroy your home." A while back, we got a dog.  My family had several dogs when I was growing up, and I guess I must have been spoiled because they were the best dogs in the universe.  Our dog now is adorable, funny, sweet -- you can't help but feel like a total a-hole for no reason when you look into her sad little brown eyes.  She is also the

The answer to the above lies in my many personalities, my dear Dan.  (I assume you were the one asking the question.)  I wanted to create a blog for practical purposes -- little things I have learned and liked to know, or ideas, and the altogether simpler things.  After all, Rico has a blog, so it's only right that my domestic side does too.  And don't tell him he only has one follower.  He'll

Carpal tunnel's setting in, so I will be blunt. The lasagna we ate tonight was very good, even though it was hospital lasagna.  And I didn't even have to be hospitalized to have it.  So there it is.  Miracles do happen.

It's weird thinking that when I wrote that last blog, it was May. An entire summer has shot by us, and Jack Layton, who led the NDP to win more seats than ever before in Canadian federal elections has passed away.  Boy, was I angry (about Harper, I mean).  Truly, nothing ever changes in Canadian politics. We just expect and accept the stupid.  It is very sad about Layton, however.  I don't

Hey Canada.  It's time to eat shit. Everybody: We couldn't take a half hour out of the two months advance notice we had before election day to summarize our beliefs in accordance with a party to prepare ourselves to vote? Or maybe Say Yes to the Dress ran another marathon today.  Had I known, that would've kept me home the 10 minutes it took me to drive to vote and come home. And might I say,

Help Animals and Pet Shelters with a free click! Even though I'm an a-hole, I always make sure to help our loyal friends-without-speech. Other good sites are FreeKibble / FreeKibbleKat to feed shelter pets through daily trivia.

We've moved in to our new house and become observers of unusual phenomena.  From the strange pipe sticking out of the one neighbour's house that at irregular intervals splashes out a tonne of water into their front yard from who-knows-where, to the older gal who orders a cab at least once a day only to sit in her driveway in it for 15-20 minutes, to the massive heaps of dog poo lying in the

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