As The World Turns

My bubble hasn't burst. But I have turned into Jackie Blue. I walk to the hospital three times a week for physiotherapy and later this month or early next, Iam going on a special type of intensive therapy.

Essentially, it's supposed to by the use of constraint therapy force me to just use my right hand, which has taken the brunt of this stroke. This experimental therapy was to help me regain the full use of my right arm.


That's important, because I used to be right-handed.

I'm hoping that as much as possible it works. But it's a brand new, not too tested theory. It's like a baby in that sense. The idea is good -- by forcing my right hand to do all the work, they're hoping I will over-compensate.

By over-compensating, they're hoping the brain cells -- the two that I have -- will readjust and I will return to some semblance of normal.

I'm Requested Out

I have decided to wave the proverbial white flag on the shallowness of Farcebook. Who can fight the latest rage? The pic above is my rendition of America's most flaunted.

This pic above, with Andrea Pratt of Vancouver I believe or my friend Donn with a million n's Coppens doing the illustration, is outstanding, if I do say so myself. And I do say so myself.

This a pic of me at the World Hockey championship in 2002 or so in Finland.

Turku, where Teemu Selanne played before he joined the Winnipeg Jets. He scored 76 goals in his rookie season and I won the hockey pool that year because of him!

Another goofy pic of me...they put this pic on most of my press credentials...

And below, me and my buddy Donn with two stupid n's

Oh, and I have more than 50 stupid Farcebook requests, most of them from Farmville or Fishville. Has anyone heard of fuck off and die ville?

Auto racing & other stupid things

I have very little to say...other than thank God for big families. The only people missing from this photo, which I think I took a couple of years ago, is my brother Doug from Ottawa and his three lovely kids and GF.

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Below, that is one of my three sisters, Lisa, playing ball of all things.

This, below, is my youngest brother Gerry, giving me the finger. It's one of the nicest things he's ever given me.

Has anybody seen anything as stupid as car racing? As a so-called sport? How stupid can we be? How shallow? It is worse than all-star wrestling and requires about as much intellect.

Auto racing and Other Stupid Stuff

As I recall, this was some kind of thank you card from a young child in Montana when I did some sort of long-distance presentation. Below is just a goofy picture of me when I wthree months old.

Holy crap! I'm STILL terrorizing people!

And what does all this have to do with what you'd think I should be writing about? Well, it's simple, really. I was minding my own business on a lazy Sunday morning when a bunch of auto racing came on TV. It is so non-sensical.

Who cares that a bunch of machines can exceed incredible speeds? The American public. How shallow and easily entertained they are by the advances of technology!!
Below, that's my dear sister Lisa, her husband Darren and my former Damatian Jolson, the most stupid dog I've ever owned. This pic, I think, must have been taken many moons ago.

Before she went under my deck in winter to die.




These are pix of an emu taken at an Ontario wildlife park.

Below is NOT an emu. That is ME before this stroke.

BBelow THAT is just a pic of my bathroom.

Below THAT is a pic of one of my heroes.

And below THAT is just another pic of ME looking stupid.