Here in Canada, we don’t know a whole lot about this whole war thing you’ve got going on in the States. We have some troops in Kandahar and there was a big hullabaloo when our esteemed Prime Minister decided he wasn’t going to fly the Ottawa flags at half mast EVERY DAMN TIME a soldier died. Other than that, we tend to ignore it and discuss more urgent and pressing matters, such as the rising cost of gasoline.

(To give you an idea how seriously Canada takes the war on terror: Canada’s military was recently renamed. It used to be the Canadian Armed Forces. It is now the Canadian Forces. Jamie believes this is because we no longer provide them with guns.) Read More

IttyBiz has been sidelined by morning sickness. (And, uh, “morning” sickness? What the hell happened to truth in advertising?) In the meantime, I offer you this vital piece of information on developing inventions. Even if you have no intention of developing an invention, it is also of interest to cat owners. Courtesy of Bill.

How To Develop An Invention

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Michael, nearly nine, has discovered that school is for suckers and that the only conversation worth having is had in italics. This conversation took place while Michael was at his grandparents, on the phone with his father.

Michael: Daddy, you know how to write, right?
Bart: Not as well as your mother does, but go on.
M: And I’m guessing you never need to know anything about grammar, right?
B: [doing a pretty piss poor job of stifling laughter, if you ask me] Buddy, if I were you I wouldn’t say that in front of your mother.
M: Why?
B: Because Mummy’s an editor. That’s her home business.
M: What’s an editor?
B: Someone whose job it is to fix people’s writing.
M: So Mummy can do my grammar for me?
B: No, Buddy. People pay her to do that. Read More

Hey people,

A caring family member called to tell me that I was a bitch for not responding to her email, and it would seem that she is getting caught in spam. Heading over to my trusty spam folder, I see the rest of you are too. If I haven’t gotten back to you, sorry dudes. If it makes you feel any better, you’re in good company. It looks like I didn’t respond to Darren Rowse either.

I’m slogging my way through it now. In the meantime, happy Monday.

Hello, peeps. Happy Friday. Or Saturday, if you’re in Australia, lucky bastards.

Since you’re all pimping your home business in my comments anyway, I thought I’d give you the opportunity to do it in a more public fashion. So:

Peach and her homies are writing a book about blogging and they want your submissions. Proceeds go to Warchild, and here are the details:

“We would like you to submit a written piece about something you’ve been through from any aspect of your life that you want to share. It can literally be about anything: your relationships, your past, a road not taken, being a parent, an illness or your regrets etc. We’ve called it “You’re Not The Only One” to reflect the camaraderie of blogging.”

Considering the recent strip blogging extravaganza, I thought some of you guys might be into this. Read More