You’re likely aware of the plight of Dr. Tarek Loubani and John Greyson. But depending on where you live they’re known as “two Canadians” jailed in Egypt without charges for more than a month. Here in London, Dr. Loubani is one of our own. He’s a Western grad and ER doctor at University Hospital. He’s …
As a person who records commercials and voice overs virtually every day, I pay attention to them when they come on air.
Who won and who lost at the Emmy Awards has become secondary to the pomp, circumstance and pop-culture phenomena that arise from the program.
A recent media blitz by a comedy legend disappointed me greatly. And so I randt.
** update – the Freeman on the Land member has been taken into custody on a 2010 arrest warrant. Officers went into the duplex around 2 am and arrested him. The ordeal appears to be over! My original blog post appears below.
Our bedroom curtains needed replacing.
It’s out there. It’s official. There will not be a World of Motorcycles Expo in 2014. The formal announcement follows.
Every morning the three of us who make up The Big Show on Free-FM host a Tailgate Party.
Between the murderous rampage in DC and the deadly bus/train collision in Ottawa, it’s been a hard week to be a caring human being. So this is a little diversion from all that.
This will be a familiar topic for regular readers. I tried to rehab myself, I really did! But I can’t get over it. I see it everywhere and it’s so irritating. So I randt.
I can shut down the quickie-lube guys with one confidently told lie:
If I told you there was a paint that you could apply without sanding or priming and that cleaned up with soap and water, perhaps you’d be as excited as I was when I heard about chalk paint.
I think this creator of this bistro sign and I are kindred spirits. A day isn’t complete if it doesn’t include cheese. And here it’s said the way Annie Lennox might have sung it if she also felt as strongly about cheese.
So much talk about retirement lately. I just read a terrific book titled Neurotic Money by Joe Ornato. He was one of my table-mates at the book signing at Chapters on the weekend. Smart guy, totally debt-free and living on a hobby farm with his family after abandoning his six-figure job in the financial industry. …
It happened again last week. All through my career I’ve been approached by people who have lost a loved one and they’re upset because the radio station I work for won’t play the tribute song recorded by their cousin/friend/uncle/random stranger.
Now that it’s impossible to escape the back-to-school hubbub that reminds us another too-short summer is coming to a close, we may as well accept it. So join me as I present Swedish for Canadians, just in time for the arrival of the annual Ikea catalogue.
I really have nothing new or original to add to the dialogue on this, the 12th anniversary of 9/11. I’ve told my “where I was” stories before and I think we’re all a little gobsmacked that it’s already been a dozen years since that day.
This is a story that appears to end well but actually ends with a thud. Stay with me and you’ll see what I mean.