Once more dyed the rich red colour of sockeye salmon

real outfits for the lads: Smug Mountie is drunk with lemonade and power
real outfits for the lads: future redneck rancher is two seconds away from whuppin' you
real outfits for the lads: you can't see it, but this kid's wearing chaps.
Flashy Gene Autry sling style holster, with artificial firearm and Curse of Gene Autry
Real outfits for the panicked Home Front

Vitals

Written by the guy who hums to himself as he paws through the dumpster

Fueled by rage and fresh roasted peanuts

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Worthwhile Palinode Pages:
Humpty's Menu:
one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen

Can't Stop the Link:
palinode's bloggier blog
The Modern Word
open brackets
smartypants
friday-films
luvabeans
buzzflash
new world disorder
sex & guts!
the memory hole
national pist
Milkmoney or Not
mirabile visu
The Web Revolution!

Fueled by rage and fresh roasted peanuts

a mighty fortress is our Voltron

Mari's Sister pointed out that I didn't talk about The Wicker Man yesterday, even though the entry's title was etcetera etcetera, see entry for details. So in the spirit of etcetera etcetera, here is:

A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE FOR UPTIGHT UBER-CHRISTIAN COPS ON PAGAN SCOTTISH ISLES

  1. Bring backup.
  2. Have sex with Britt Ekland. Even if you don't know that it will save your life, it can't hurt.
  3. Clamp down on the British folk music right quick.
  4. If you're investigating a crime on a remote island with climactically unusual produce, ask if you've been lured there as a pagan blood sacrifice.
  5. Check for a large wicker man.
  6. Bring a comb for Christopher Lee's hair. Burn his piano.
  7. Stop lecturing the people about Jesus and run like hell.

A LINK OR TWO FOR YOU

1,100 heterosexual Canadians. Now we're in business.

Two men do not dream the same dream, unless the dream is about a talking carp.


EVIL WIZARD UPDATE

Today Evil Wizard (see Humpty's menu one, fourth paragraph) or two) is perched atop an upright blank 30 minute Betacam SP tape, which I bought in a panicky moment in Newfoundland, unable to shake the notion that Mamiya and I would run out of tapes in the field and come home fired. I bought three 30 minute tapes, lost the receipt and ended up finishing all the interviews and b-roll footage with the tapes we'd brought along. Who wants to buy some Beta tapes? Twenty dollars Canadian each, and I'll take you out dancing afterwards.

Retracted on 2003-03-17::10:36 p.m.


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