30.3.05

Wild snowbear attacks humble Park Ranger!



My brother and I with Jasper "The Bear" back in the late 70's.

Yes, actually I think I was around 3 yrs old, so that WAS the late 1970's. Was that a long time ago for you?
It was for all of us that can remember it.

I think it was a better time, or in my head it was.
Besides, I love the simplicity of it all, and also I was only 3.
My world didn't have a lot of 2005-type-problems.
My brother's world didn't either.

And neither did Jasper's.

My brother Mike said that I had to stand carefully next to Jasper the bear, or else he would become angry if I moved around a lot. And if I moved around, I might step on his big-bear-feet, because, well, he had big-bear-feet.

He also told me that if I did make him angry, he would tear us AND the whole town apart..."to Shreads".

Mike also said that Jasper would rip me in half and prance around town with my 3 year old intestines wrapped around his shoulders Hawaiian-style if I were to giggle or even make a sound.
I also almost believed everything he said avoiding the fact that Jasper was bolted firmly to concrete.
I did however believe my brother the time he told me that eating yellow snow was also a terrible thing to do. Hey my brother does have good advice!
I never did tell him about Mort "The mighty Moose" who I saw outside our ski-lodge that night.
I think the scruffy mammal was hungry for blood...

27.3.05

JUMBO sized


After touring around LONDON all weekend, David and I drove down to the Quaker town of St. Thomas, Ontario!

This was the most south that I have ever been in all of eastern Canada. Apparently if I were on the west coast I would have hit the tip of northern California.

(or something like that)

Anyway, it was an interesting journey and I quite enjoyed all that we saw.

I loved the old Courthouse and I loved the giant maple trees surrounding it. I also loved the exposed torn brick wall that was previously the vicious jail (!) and ye olde towne hanging square.

I also stumbled across a poor victim that was "kept" in St. Thomas for the-rest-of-history...and that was dearest JUMBO.

We thought that he was a suicidal elephant as he was trapped in the life of being transported on a train state to state, province to province, with a wild circus back in 1885.

I imagined that he was an unhappy elephant and was missing his friends back in Africa from where he was born and hated the inhumane treatment. And besides, really? back in 1885, I am sure that there were wide open plains to stand upon and plenty of places to roam besides a metal train track.

Jumbo got hit by a locomotive by standing on the track (obviously)

Ironcially, St. Thomas is Canada's Locomotive town.
Maybe there were wild engineer's taking engines out for late night dragway fun...(is it possible to RACE trains?)

Maybe Jumbo was tied to the tracks by an evil "wanted" villain in 1885.

All I know is that we had a good time standing with him.

And then there were groups like PETA invented to prevent such animal acts. Thank you PETA.

.....you are SO sexy MOMA

never could i tell him, it was him..
oh i wish i could have told him...

RW

26.3.05

me and my bro and sis and a FN RAT


27


27
Posted by: pattichiles.
this is a summer pic from my 27th birthday in Toronto, I had an amazing time with everyone that attended way back....all was good...I just love how happy I became after that day...

revealed at last


lucky for you
a pic
of yours truly

the pblogger......xoxoxo

miss M


miss M
Posted by: pattichiles.
my darlin lil Malay, the best lil laotian friend one could ever ask for in this world...ok besides Somsay her brother...

i love her!

for all that she is...

and for all that good stuff that she is...

SO rare in this world...

the weekend in st. thomas


it was an exciting weekend, as David took me on a wonderful tour of St. Thomas Ontario where he has spent 6 weeks being a lawyer from THE BIG CITY tackling a case about a dragway.
It was an amazing place to see....strange day I suppose, but an eye-opener at least...I saw the cut crops, the horses with coats, the beach, the orange drinks and chili dogs...it was all amazing...
I love St. Thomas now just as much as Dave-the-lawyer.

ondrej and the boot


ondrej and the boot, good times at his fine pizza establishment
MAMA'S BISTRO we all miss it, I miss it, I also miss the ice fights in the dark and also the latenight call-in's at CJSR 88.5 for KYUSS.

ps, love ya OJ!
i love david

22.3.05

Handicapped pets dot com

The Pblog FAQ's:

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3) Can she urinate and defecate with the harness on?

4) No matter which size I use for my female, or which way I turn the rear harness - she still managers to pee on it. Any suggestions? - I'm thinking of cutting a bigger whole in the back and re-stitching it - but I thought I would ask you first.

5) How long are the handle straps? Am I going to have to bend down while I'm walking the dog?

6) It seems that the harness is not long enough as there is a lot of velcro showing when I wrap it around Zeek's body. How snug should it fit? I can't figure out which way to put the harness. There is a rounded area on one side. If I put that towards his chest, it interferes - it kind of bunches up against his armpits. If I place it near his belly, it covers up the tip if his private area.

I am trying to find the best possible answers to the best possible piles of fanmail
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rec centre pool is just about as cool

i went to the pool (yesterday)
imagine!
i can still swim
and my lungs didnt fill with water
the water was tranquil and all i heard was the sound of the air
(escaping from) my lungs
i dont miss training for competitions or races or the sequins,
or the precise syncronization, or the endless underwater nightmares
it was all about timing and smiling pretty wasnt it?
its just about as cool this pool,
just about as cool as
Ozzy releasing a 4 disc retrospective
(collection) containing
a duet with Miss Piggy -born to be wild!

20.3.05

This is my furry little pc PETA entry

http://www.furisdead.com/
Go to this and watch the video's.
See if they make you vomit, cry, or buy fur ever again.

I stumbled across this tonight and I watched in horror of an animal being skinned alive!
Yes the animal was alive during the skinning/removal of it's fur and it's face was fully aware of what had just happened! I am still in shock of this video, I suppose it is truly only the internet that can bring you things that you never could possibly imagine in a lifetime...or imagine what really does go on in our world where we as Humans rule.

I admit I do work in The Fashion industry. But I do not support fur.
However, I once had to work at a company that decided to start making rabbit fur and leather jackets as they barked:
"They will make us MORE cash!!!"
So our quality control man had to visit China once a year to see that the production of goods were running smoothly etc, and he always told me that the worst part of his job was to see the leather tanneries. He just told me that there was so much blood and gore it was unbelieveable. And he also stated that it was truly amazing the entire process right before his eyes. The tanning of hides and the cleaning was so dirty. He went on to tell me how it was also amazing that no one was dropping dead themselves from disease or complete disgust!
Not that some of these workers had a lot of choice in the world's economy of fashion, but they too had a job to do, as did our QC guy from Montreal.

Above all things...including Fashion,
I love animals, and again today I truly wish I would have gone to school to be a Vet instead of an Import Coordinator/Designer. If only I had seen the REAL business while back in highschool when I was blinded by classic 90's Vogue's and Harper's Bazaar. Anyway, I digress of my boring and unglamourous j.Lo fur ridden industry. I hate the use of fur as a pathetic decoration.
A few weeks ago David and I went to The Bata Shoe Museum with his parents that were visiting and there was a First Nations/Aboriginal? (sorry if that isnt the pc name de jour) exhibit showing clothes made of Seal skin, and all sorts of blubber, dried intestines etc.
I was fascinated by how they were able to piece together such creations out of what they had available in -45 weather! and to carve sewing needles out of ivory! amazing artifacts!

I can also say that 100 or more years ago, If I were living in the Arctic regions of Canada; I too would have clubbed a seal to keep warm...and also to feed my children, and or hungry village.

But in 2005, anyone that must club anything to wear with all of the available man-made fabrics on Earth...is truly out of fashion.


Excerpt from the link below:
http://www.peta.org/mc/factsheet_display.asp?ID=58
Where to ShopLeather alternatives can be found just about anywhere you might shop.
But some places, such as discount shoe and variety stores, offer larger selections.
Designers like Liz Claiborne, Capezio, Sam & Libby, Steve Madden, and
Nike (call 1-800-344-NIKE for a current list of vegan styles) offer an array of nonleather handbags, wallets, and shoes.

For a list of nearly 100 companies that offer nonleather products, order a free copy
of “PETA’s Shopping Guide to Nonleather Products” by mail or by visiting www.CowsAreCool.com.
Shop PETA’s online cruelty-free mall for nonleather clothes, shoes, and accessories at www.PETAMall.com

5.3.05

PERSEPOLIS

Ok. So this is what book I picked up this weekend.
And also what YOU should pick up
(besides cheap women/men)


PERSEPOLIS By Marjane Satrapi

Chances are that if you are an American you know very little about the 1979 Iranian Revolution. "This revolution was normal, and it had to happen," says Marjane Satrapi, author of Persepolis, a totally unique memoir about growing up in Iran after the Shah left power. "Unfortunately, it happened in a country where people were very traditional, and other countries only saw the religious fanatics who made their response public." In her graphic novel, Satrapi, shows readers that these images do not make up the whole story about Iran. Here, she talks freely about what it was like to tell this story with both words and pictures, and why she is so proud of the result.

Persepolis paints an unforgettable portrait of daily life in Iran: of the bewildering contradictions between home life and public life and of the enormous toll repressive regimes exact on the individual spirit. Marjane's child's-eye-view of dethroned emperors, state-sanctioned whippings, and heroes of the revolution allows us to learn as she does the history of this fascinating country and of her own extraordinary family. Intensely personal, profoundly political, and wholly original, Persepolis is at once a story of growing up and a stunning reminder of the human cost of war and political repression. It shows how we carry on, through laughter and tears, in the face of absurdity. And, finally, it introduces us to an irresistible little girl with whom we cannot help but fall in love.

-ON WRITING PERSEPOLIS By Marjane Satrapi, as told to Pantheon staff

http://www.randomhouse.com/pantheon/graphicnovels/persepolis.html

City(e)scape

It is only an idiot who never changes their mind...

So I stumbled down tonight to one of those 'chain-book-stores' on Bloor west street.
I killed a couple of hours searching for the perfect specimen to devour daily on the giant Toronto Rocket (aka: The TTC Subway) off to work.

I just moved to this unusual city in January, and getting anywhere without trying not to make eye contact is a real challenge. I often watch David and admire his subway etiquette. He has been practicing law for three years now and has grown accustomed to well, it's customs.

As we ride to work together, he hardly speaks; yet secretly grabs my hand...but not to make a scene to the fellow TTC/Rocket on-lookers. In the morning for the first few hours, my blue eyes are tired, and my brain hasn't jumped out of bed. I tend to drift off in some sense, so I am guilty of staring people down by 'accident'. I also just can't believe how different this Toronto culture actually is as compared to my former lived-in-cities of Montreal, Vancouver & Edmonton.

In Toronto, they work.

And we work late here. I am used to the luxuries of coffeebreaks "to rest your computer eyes"
and to also save your vision and mind at that! Yet a possible break for eating in the city is rare. But a break is needed as the fatigue wears hard on everyone.
Everyone fills The Rocket when I enter aboard at morning and also at night. It is always totally packed with the entire population whatever time I am on it, I hate this.

Where did all of these people come from?

It's kind of overwhelming.

Suffocating.

The other day the conductor blew a whistle for us to squish on as the doors were about to close. I thought I was in Japan for an instant, not that I have ever been to Japan, but I have studied Kyokushinkai Karate for over 4 years and know enough about the culture there.
So then I wondered if a Japanese man in a navy pillbox type hat and little white pleated gloves would push me in?

Like the poor cattle I witnessed being carted via train yesterday morning, I too managed to arrive to the slaughterhouse on time. I think I want to be a vegetarian now. Sorry Alberta!

So at my job, we can start late as my department leaves around 9pm.
I on the otherhand, try to bolt at the earliest of 6:45!

"How shocking of me!"

Yes, so this may be a complete shock for you, so I must warn beforehand "to-the-lazy-worker"
that the other night David came home at 1:35am. Yes from work.

So now as a newly jewelled crowned Torontonian, I too now both live for WORK, and also for resting my head at night.

27.2.05

a stroll around montreal (really i do hate this)

(its nice and cold in here!)
air conditioning coolant
dripping on my cheek

(you need a tan!)
blistering blinding humid sun
burning my pale office building skin

(lets eat!)
poisoned fast food
leaking chemicals into my blood
(really i do hate this)

(where to?)
reflecting pools
with green god-like statues
they tower over us below
the pools full of cigarette butts

(its busy here today)
men on benches
newspapers covering their bodies

(i love you!)
abandoned cats purring
in love with a stranger
closing their eyes
being scratched under the chin
fleas running loose
and up your sleeve

(save me!)
tourists flocking to commercialized churches
donating your every travel dollar
to save the evil sinners
(really i do hate this)

(smile!)
a smirk falls across my face and an eyebrow rises
photographs taken
of tired landmarks
planted urban trees
and foolish gardens
i see a plastic grocery bag caught in the tree above
(really i do hate this)

(want a treat?)
plastic shoed prostitutes getting off
on the thought of nursing your dollar
my belly filled with ice cream
i too can barely walk straight

( i dont have a job today!)
calculating my moves
dodging street kids asking for change
penniless and urban
instead take my leftover sandwich
i wont miss it
you will survive another night because of me

(nice place you got there!)
rain soaked carpets
couches thrown upside down
soggy cardboard boxes
new housing developments for the money
castaway buildings for the poor

(what about your past?)
fire trucks roar past us
missing my red painted toes by an inch
screaming sirens fueled by my tears
(really i do hate this)

(what now?)
arriving home
with our jail-like view
flower boxes banned
urban interior parking lot with garage doors opening at 3am
naked woman changing as i wash my dishes
suds racing down the drain
polluting my world yet again
(really i do hate this)

(click!)
my television set is glowing
erasing time
friendships disappearing
choking life from your soul
solitude and empty roaring laughter
(really i do hate this)

(sweet dreams!)
removing my contact lenses now
i cannot see reality, but this is ok
scrubbing at my skin and washing off my glamour
clean straight white teeth
colored toffee hair pulled back in a knot
consuming vitamins and birth control pills
(really i do hate this)

(are you still awake?)
satin sleeping masks placed over tired eyes
cats curled up purring
sweatshop ready-to-wear pajamas
keeping me warm and toasty
good night world
(really i do love this)

21.2.05

He is, gonzo.

a) Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.


The Pblog: HST delightful top 5...

1) Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

2) No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

3) I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.

4) I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

5) If there is, in fact, a Heaven and a Hell, all we know for sure is that Hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix...


Hunter S. Thompson
US journalist (1939 - 2005)

14.2.05

The judge had "a habit"

Being Valentine's day and all, an entirely over obnoxious occasion.
I figured I would add to this strange day,
with, well...some smut.

This entry is for my beloved Lawyer,
and, luckily he doesn't live in Oklahoma.


Oklahoma judge kicked off bench for masturbating in court
08/02/2005 7:46:00 PM

OKLAHOMA CITY (AP) - Jurors and others in Judge Donald Thompson's courtroom kept hearing a strange whooshing noise, like a bicycle pump or maybe a blood pressure cuff.
During one trial, Thompson seemed so distracted some jurors thought he was playing a hand-held video game or tying fly-fishing lures behind the bench. The explanation, investigators said, is even stranger than some imagined: the judge had a habit of masturbating with a penis pump under his robe during trials.

The lurid allegations have led to criminal charges against Thompson, brought an embarrassing end to a solid career and shocked many of his colleagues. The case could also lead to a wave of appeals from defendants claiming the judge was not paying attention while presiding over their cases.

Thompson, a 58-year-old married father of three grown children, has denied the allegations and said the pump was just a gag gift received from a hunting buddy on his 50th birthday. He retired in August after being threatened with removal from the bench but still faces indecent-exposure charges brought against him last month.

"We're certainly saddened by the thought that the prosecutor filed charges," said Clark Brewster, Thompson's lawyer.
"We thought all this was dealt with when he resigned. We didn't feel like anything that was alleged rose to the level of criminal charges."
The trials during which he allegedly used the pump included murder cases, as well as a libel suit in which a jury ordered the company that publishes the Oklahoman newspaper, a website and a TV station to pay $3.7 million.

Oklahoma Attorney General Drew Edmondson, who filed the paperwork to remove Thompson from the bench, said he would be surprised if the scandal did not lead to appeals. But he said: "I don't know if they will be successful. They will still have to show actual prejudice to the point that something was done in error."

Jim Wall, police chief in the small town Sapulpa, said he had heard rumours of the judge's behind-the-bench activities for about a month but added: "You've got the most powerful man in Creek County and I think a lot people were intimidated by him."
Police built a case against the judge after one of Wall's officers testified during a 2003 murder trial. From the witness stand, the officer saw a piece of plastic tubing disappear under Thompson's robe. During a lunch break, officers took photographs of the pump under the desk.
Investigators later collected carpet samples, Thompson's robes and the chair from behind the bench and found semen, court records showed.

A former state legislator and a judge with more than 20 years on the bench in Creek County in eastern Oklahoma, Thompson was well-liked in the community and had helped many young prosecutors and judges learn their jobs. But those who know him said he had become withdrawn in the last few years.
Thompson's court reporter, Lisa Foster, told authorities she saw him use the pump at least 10 times during trials. She said the first time in court was in 2000 but she did not tell authorities.
"I didn't want to be found dead in a ditch somewhere," she said.
Foster told authorities she saw Thompson use the device almost daily during the August 2003 murder trial of Kevin Vomberg, a man accused of shaking a toddler to death. The case ended in a hung jury. The whooshing sound could be heard on Foster's audiotape of the trial.

When jurors at the trial asked the judge about the sound, Thompson said he hadn't heard it but would listen for it.
Foster and a bailiff were fired by Thompson after giving statements against him.

"I always thought he was an excellent trial judge," said Don Nelson, who tried more than 40 cases before Thompson as the prosecutor assigned to his court.
Nelson handled a murder trial during which authorities said Thompson used the pump. The jury ended up convicting the defendant on the lesser charge of manslaughter.

"I never heard anything that was going on," Nelson said.

"I was completely shocked and couldn't believe it."

The defeat of J.W. part 1

"Glamour, that trans-human aura or power to attract imitation, is a kind of vessel into which dreams are poured, and some vessels are simply worthier than others... A beautiful woman can turn heads but real glamour has a deeper pull... Glamour [is] the power to rearrange people's emotions, which, in effect, is the power to control one's environment."
Arthur Miller, US dramatist (1915 - 2005)



Okay...let me start by saying that JizzyWizzy, aka: whom I will now call:

"J.W."

joined www.blogger.com because he has been prompted to do so by reading The Pblog.

Yes.

So be it, these blogs are given out for free.
Okay, then so my Plist will now follow below:

a) User name: "JizzyWizzy".
b) www.jizzywizzy.blogspot.com
(please note format and content,
and I should ask my Lawyer for advice ASAP...)

or,

c) for just-as-lame-excitement,
see the following:
d) http://www.therightfoot.net/mystuff/whatever/swf/bubblewrap.swf

or,

c) for more just-as-lame-excitement,
see the following:
a full sneak-peak into J.W.'s workout regime:
d) http://www.made2smile.com/funpages/dancingbaby/dancingbaby.htm


J.W. good luck with your new career as a blogger...

11.2.05

The Gobbler

Valentine's day weekend.

For some, it is a time of sitting at home and reading (or writing) my Pblog.
For others, it is a time for throwing themselves into a wild game to win a mate.
This as I know is often difficult, due to the fact that during this time of year hearts appear and or cloud one's eyes and it is difficult to see straight. So bumping into strangers becomes that of an art I could say.

Taking what you can get is almost vital if you are lucky enough to find someone that prefers a Valentine player. And if you are nearing or passing the ripe age of 33, then I guess you must take what you can get and share that taxi with your V-player honey!

I have always been told that I am someone that likes to try to hook-people-up, this isn't a bad thing I would think to be told or is it?
A) Are you calling me Cupid?
B) Do I prance around town semi-naked?
C) Do I carry W.M.D's? (aka: vicious pointy arrows)
D) Is my butt really that round?
E) the only wings I have are on my panty-liners (oops, nature can be gross to men)
It's just that I have lived around Canada and have many friends that are still "single" friends, that are also looking for MY crowd of single's to hook-up-with.

Why do my friends ask me if I have anyone?
Is it because I am not available?
Am I, "a good catch" Hell it's my Blog, so I think so. (ok, ok! I will stop)
I will stop with my "arranging" or "suggesting" but please note that David and I are more than happy to give names and numbers. I wish I had such help.

youknowyouwantadate@iamhot-to-trot.ca

You and I all know that it is quite difficult to stay warm this time of year,
so a toasty bodily encounter may be required.
Why not go to a slick hotel or stay in and eat a pound of cheap dark chocolate covered cherries? (Russel Stover makes the best hand-dipped ones by the way.)
I don't care if you are single-in-the-city, go to that hotel and get a massage.

Treat yourself.

I always loved the quote: "You have to love yourself before you can love someone else"
This clearly goes out to my friend Roseleen. I hope she understands why I have stated this. At this point in her life she is not able to love my friends or I. She seems to have difficulty keeping friends or men. To be picky of whom to have a relationship with is one thing, but to be constantly alone? I think there is a comfort in this that no one will ever be allowed to know of.
There is also some difficulty in her learning that good friendships endure all obstacles over time. It is a plain and simple thing. I am aware that a marriage is not all roses every single day, and for anyone that does believe such a thing is out of their mind. So anyone that readily turns down friendship...in my mind is a freak of nature and I truly pity their loneliness to come.
Furthermore, I truly don't understand why someone would reject an open hand?
I suppose David and I are together as our friendship has seen many obstacles over many years and has remained true. We know a good friend when we see one too. He has always been there for me, and understands my guts. I love him beyond the fact that he is now my boyfriend, I love him for his neverending friendship, his compassion, his mind, and his heart (and this list goes on)
Again, good friendships endure all obstacles over time.

Ok, back on track.

I credit the following link from David, as he let me in on this secret getaway!
I beg him (daily) to take me far far away to this fine establishment...to enjoy life's finest luxury at it's swanky damn best! Actually for the record, I beg god to take me here in my prayers!

A feast for your eyes lies ahead...

http://www.lileks.com/institute/motel/gob1.html

If you are unable to make it to The Gobbler during this seasonal romantic weekend, I guess you just aren't living life to-the-fullest now are you.


Hugs and kisses xoxoxox (to most)