News of the Day

Let's see...what's up in the world?

Politics - State-run media in Iran called Nicolas Sarkozy's wife a prostitute, then told the world she deserved to die because she disagreed with the state's stoning sentence for a woman who apparently committed adultery. Who knew that believing a person shouldn't be stoned to death for having an affair (whether there's any truth to the offender's confession is beside the point) equates to giving it up for the bills. The government is distancing itself from the remarks of course. Ahmadinejad knows immodest ladies like Ms. Bruni-Sarkozy are busy enough causing earthquakes with their boobs. Much too busy to sustain a career in the sex trade.

Your health - TEENAGERS ARE LOSING THEIR HEARING AS A RESULT OF LISTENING TO IPODS / MP3 PLAYERS. I LOST MY HEARING 15 YEARS AGO AS A RESULT OF LISTENING TO MY WALKMAN. For real though, I could have told you that listening to booming music through ear buds might have a negative impact on hearing. Common phrases in my house include: huh / what / I don't know what you're saying to me / Say that again / I don't know what you're talking about etc.

Hollywood - A movie about Facebook? Starring Justin Timberlake? For reals? Why? Because millions or billions of people use it? Millions and billions of people also use such innovations as the telephone, electricity, computers, aeroplanes, toilet paper etc., any of which would be infinitely more interesting to learn about in movie format than the genesis of facebook. Don't get me wrong, I like Facebook. I use it regularly. But I do not care about the history of it or whose children Mark Zuckerberg had to eat to get his billions. Much in the same way that I use my office whiteboard but do not care about who invented the whiteboard or any of the drama that might have surrounded who got credit for inventing the whiteboard. Blurgh.

The Fosters - Our new furnace will be installed on Thursday; we've finally made it through two seasons of Angel; and, we had a minor altercation with a neighbour over his incessant parking in the alley, blocking access to our garage (he's a d-bag, obviously).