Monday, October 30, 2006
100 POSTS?!?
It’s my blogtastic birthday, fer crying out loud! I came here to post some drivel that’s probably only important to me and realized that this is my hundredth post. Let’s here it for free time, a wild imagination and a captive audience of maybe one or two people. I kid! According to that stupid little hit-counter I put in on the left there, a lot more people come here than I ever expected. I’m either interesting to others, or some people are attracted to this blog the way onlookers are attracted to destructive and violent vehicle accidents. Now there’s a tired cliché!
Rylee’s looking into a career involving politics. She spent all last week with her class at an event called “City Hall School;” here’s a three year old link that describes what it is in more of a personable way. It basically gave Rylee’s grade 3 class a chance to see how Calgary is run and who’s involved in running it.
Rylee told me about City Hall School several weeks ago, and she even informed me that she and her class would get to meet the mayor, Dave Bronconnier. Thinking I’m clever, I tell Rylee that she should ask the mayor a very tough question to answer. She’d get noticed and put the mayor on the ropes in front of a grade three class. So I suggest to Rylee that she ask the mayor what he’s going to do about all the crime in Calgary. I’m a little two sided about telling her to do this because on one hand I think it would be darn right funny, but on the other hand I don’t want the mayor to find out it was me that put her up to it. I realize the guy has too much to do to worry about coming after me for getting Rylee after him, but, then again, he’s taking time out to entertain a grade 3 class. And everyone knows that my vernacular becomes nonexistent when put under pressure. Heck, what I’m typing right now is probably unintelligible to the educated socialite.
Turns out that I had nothing to worry about. I should have guessed that our mayor would have been prepared for any eventuality. Such is the life of politics! Rylee totally forgot what I had told her to ask him; instead she was given an even more complicated question to ask:
“Many places and businesses are shutting down due to a lack of people to work there; what are you doing about this situation?”
I am intellectually thrashed by my own daughter’s vocabulary. She’s 8, and because of asking that question she was given the honor of wearing the mayor’s chain of office. I guess that made her mayor for a couple of hours, but I’m very glad she didn’t realize the power she held. Could you imagine the chaos that could have occurred in such a short period of time? First, she probably would have made all candy free to every child in Calgary; second, the resulting destruction from the overzealous activities of every child in Calgary on an extreme sugar-high would have ground this city to a halt for months. Not a good thing in winter!
Michelle and I watched The Lake House over the weekend; I really liked it! Not only was the story very heartwarming, and Sandra Bullock flashed her very comely smile a lot, but Keanu Reeves did not say, “Whoa!” once during the entire film. That must be a cinematic first!
I’d probably have a picture of our pumpkins up here, however, our carving kit decided to self-destruct mid-carve. Michelle went out to pick up a new kit last night, but finding a pumpkin carving kit a few days before Halloween is not unlike finding a Tickle-Me-Elmo before the Christmas of 1996. Impossible! So I have to figure something out when I get home today which might involve digging into my, hah, toolbox. Tomorrow may yields some photos of pumpkins with various drill bits sticking out of them. The red stuff will be the blood I spilled trying to carve the complicated things!
And finally, you might want to click my animation challenge link. I have a very rough animation mapped out in one of my last one or two posts. No! Not the old man! If I’m going to finish it by November 1st, I’m not sleeping for the next two nights. Wish me luck!
Rylee’s looking into a career involving politics. She spent all last week with her class at an event called “City Hall School;” here’s a three year old link that describes what it is in more of a personable way. It basically gave Rylee’s grade 3 class a chance to see how Calgary is run and who’s involved in running it.
Rylee told me about City Hall School several weeks ago, and she even informed me that she and her class would get to meet the mayor, Dave Bronconnier. Thinking I’m clever, I tell Rylee that she should ask the mayor a very tough question to answer. She’d get noticed and put the mayor on the ropes in front of a grade three class. So I suggest to Rylee that she ask the mayor what he’s going to do about all the crime in Calgary. I’m a little two sided about telling her to do this because on one hand I think it would be darn right funny, but on the other hand I don’t want the mayor to find out it was me that put her up to it. I realize the guy has too much to do to worry about coming after me for getting Rylee after him, but, then again, he’s taking time out to entertain a grade 3 class. And everyone knows that my vernacular becomes nonexistent when put under pressure. Heck, what I’m typing right now is probably unintelligible to the educated socialite.
Turns out that I had nothing to worry about. I should have guessed that our mayor would have been prepared for any eventuality. Such is the life of politics! Rylee totally forgot what I had told her to ask him; instead she was given an even more complicated question to ask:
“Many places and businesses are shutting down due to a lack of people to work there; what are you doing about this situation?”
I am intellectually thrashed by my own daughter’s vocabulary. She’s 8, and because of asking that question she was given the honor of wearing the mayor’s chain of office. I guess that made her mayor for a couple of hours, but I’m very glad she didn’t realize the power she held. Could you imagine the chaos that could have occurred in such a short period of time? First, she probably would have made all candy free to every child in Calgary; second, the resulting destruction from the overzealous activities of every child in Calgary on an extreme sugar-high would have ground this city to a halt for months. Not a good thing in winter!
Michelle and I watched The Lake House over the weekend; I really liked it! Not only was the story very heartwarming, and Sandra Bullock flashed her very comely smile a lot, but Keanu Reeves did not say, “Whoa!” once during the entire film. That must be a cinematic first!
I’d probably have a picture of our pumpkins up here, however, our carving kit decided to self-destruct mid-carve. Michelle went out to pick up a new kit last night, but finding a pumpkin carving kit a few days before Halloween is not unlike finding a Tickle-Me-Elmo before the Christmas of 1996. Impossible! So I have to figure something out when I get home today which might involve digging into my, hah, toolbox. Tomorrow may yields some photos of pumpkins with various drill bits sticking out of them. The red stuff will be the blood I spilled trying to carve the complicated things!
And finally, you might want to click my animation challenge link. I have a very rough animation mapped out in one of my last one or two posts. No! Not the old man! If I’m going to finish it by November 1st, I’m not sleeping for the next two nights. Wish me luck!
