Seems like we just don't have our fingers on the pulse of North American TV viewing habits...

Just about every show that Mrs. That Dan Guy & I enjoy either gets cancelled, or ends. Among the biggest of those - The Sopranos. Just a handful of new episodes left, then it takes a long walk on a short pier. Cement shoes. Goes for a boat ride with Tony, to swim with the fishes...

A few other newer shows we were watching have already been yanked. Now it would appear that a few more are getting the hook, at the end of this current season.

We don't watch a ton of TV, and we try to stay away from the overly-popular programs, so that may have something to do with our disappointment. I mean, why enjoy something with real actors and well-written scripts, when you can immerse yourself for an hour in some drivel about an imaginary "bachelor", and the boobs that are battling to be his babe? Makes Green Acres look like award-winning TV, in comparison...

We've already confessed to one guilty pleasure - Gene Simmons' Family Jewels. The guy makes for good TV, what can I say?? I'd rather watch this guy do his over-the-top shtick any day of the week, than most other crap on the tube.

Just sayin'...

Chow for now!!

To add some variety to all the live concerts we tend to attend, Mrs. That Dan Guy & I went to a movie the other night. We decided to check out "Wild Hogs", with John Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, and William H Macy. Yessir, it was a Disney movie, no doubt about that!!

First thing you should know, there are no wild hogs at all in the movie. Nor domestic ones. Not even a cute little pot-bellied piggie. You won't even find "this little piggie cried wee wee wee all the way home"...

No, the "hog" reference in this flick is a play on words, as all those actors ride motorcycles! Get it?

OK, so with that bit of knowledge, you are better prepared to enjoy the show.

No review, just that little bit of advice. We both thought it was funny. "Wild Hogs 2" is already in development.

Now, if you wanted to ge see "Hogs Gone Wild - Jamaica", well, I've got no pearls of wisdom there.

Hey, technically speaking - would those be pearls before swine??

Chow for now!!

Chicken Scratch

I ain't trying to be no expert or nuthin', but if I open this here can, what part of a chick makes up "PEAS"?????

This is cluckin' nuts! I seen chicks, and nowhere have I ever noticed peas. What do you featherless humans use for a resource?? Seed packs? The picture looks more like "Chick Droppings"!!

Just sayin'.....

This is like last week, when I saw an ad on TV for Chubby Chicken. I like a little chubby on my chickens, so I took a walk, and found one of these A & W joints.

What kind of animals are you guys?? That weren't no dating service! The only chickens I found were covered in batter, and shoved inside a warming oven!!

Buk-AAAAAWK!!!!!!

Cannibals!!!!!

Bad enough I found this can of "Chick Bits" in the cupboard here, but there was a few cans of something called "Chicken Noodle Soup" as well.

Well, lemme tell ya, the day I start seeing chickens with soupy noodles walkin' around, is the day I consider checkin' out a rehab joint...

Buk-AAAWK!!!

By the way, watched Game Two of the Vancouver Canucks, Anaheim Ducks series last night. Even though The Canucks won in double overtime, I gotta side with my feathery friends here.

Go Ducks!!!

And don't get taken in by some shifty restaurant chain advertisin' "Chubby Ganders", while you're at it...

Cluck for now!!

So, yesterday I added yet another "life experience" to my growing collection. I had a Thallium Stress Test, to evaluate how the blood flows to my heart muscle. For years, I have considered my heart muscle to be somewhere between Popeye, and Ah-nold Schwarzenegger. In about a week, I'll find out if it's more like somewhere between Olive Oyl and Don Knotts...

It's quite a process, and a time-consuming one as well. You arrive early in the morning, well before many roosters even crack open an eyelid. We passed lots of early worms, lolligagging around, on our drive to the clinic. The early birds were still deep in slumber.

Anyways, we get to the clinic, and after fasting since midnight the night before, Mrs. That Dan Guy had to help support me, as we shuffled up three entire flights, in the elevator.

Once checked in, I was eventually ushered into a set of semi-private stalls, where the medical technicians drove a steel needle into my arm, for an IV drip. This allows the eventual injection of Thallium, a nuclear fluid which allows them to track the blood flow in my body.

It also allows them to read pamphlets in the dark, while was nose was glowing. If that situation continues into this winter, I'll enlist my services to replace Rudolph this year.

At any rate, once you're all dolled up and ready to go, the next step is some treadmill work. The one in the clinic doesn't have a single particle of dust, or old clothing on it. What, do these people actually USE them??

After you've EXHAUSTED yourself for 2-3 minutes of totally brisk walking, you are sent on your way, to kill FIVE HOURS before returning, for more testing. Now I know how those poor frogs must have felt, in my high school biology class. Well, maybe not so much, considering some doctor isn't wearing my lungs as a hand puppet...

So, in a week or so, we'll see how well the ole ticker is working. In the meantime, I'm saving a few pennies on my electric bill, having unplugged the night light in our bedroom. Seriously, my nose is glowing like a LED display...

Chow for now!!

It all starts out innocently enough...

I was working to deadline yesterday, for my weekly newspaper columns. One of the pieces I had been working on required a comparison of myself to a famous male performer. In the past, I've worn out comparisons to people like Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and George Clooney.

So, I felt I needed someone new to compare myself to, for this particular column.

I went to surf the Google, and typed in "hot male hunks". As Dave Barry used to say: "I am NOT making this up"...

Well, imagine my surprise, shock and horror to find HUNDREDS of websites appear, all dedicated to helping me find the perfect "hot male hunk". And, several suggestions as to what I could do once I found one! Yikes!!!!!

I amended my search (hastily, while drawing the blinds), to "hot male CELEBRITY hunks", and the same hundreds of websites appeared again, but this time offering candid shots of say, new James Bond actor Daniel Craig golfing naked. Oy...

If I had had a major coronary at that moment, I'm not sure how I would have explained my computer screen to either the good folks at EMS, or Mrs. That Dan Guy.

I do know for sure that I'm just going to pick up a copy of People magazine next time....

Chow for now!!

I've sat in front of this keyboard and screen many times before, and had absolutely nothing between my ears. Nothing that might eventually form into a posting, at any rate...

Today, that empty space has solidified. Maybe with chicken feathers, or old Jell-O. Could be all that ear-wax I should have been Q-tipping out of my ears all these years.

The point is, when I've said "I got nothing" in the past, I was only scratching the surface of the nothingness that sits on a chair here today.

I truly haven't got one single thought to put to text, and fill this space....

Oh sure, I could probably try faking my way through, maybe pretend to compose a little song:

"My elbow bends, my ears are soft,
I think my dog just coughed"...

(Twang Twang Twang)

Somehow, I don't think I'll fool anybody though.

The nothingness between my ears today just can't be disguised by brilliant lyrics like that, or even a funny quip about nails (get the point??)...

So, better just to surrender, and try again another day!!

Chow for now!

Man, how long am I going to have to wait for The Pink Panther 2?? It seems like it's been YEARS since the last one....

And whatever happened to Air Bud? Did the poor dog pass away, with no fanfare?? Why hasn't he been back for a lacrosse film, or maybe "Air Bud - Badminton Bedlam"???

We haven't been to a movie in a while now (that will probably change when "Spiderman 3" or "Rocky 9" opens), so we are feeling a little nostalgic about some of the old classics, as mentioned above.

And while I'm on this tangent, can anybody out there explain to me why Anthony Hopkins keeps getting nominated for Academy Awards, and yet Adam Sandler still awaits HIS day at the podium?? Are these judges all blind to evident talent??

One thing we are getting tired of (at the movies) is having to smuggle in our own candy and popcorn, what with the outrageous prices charged inside the theatres. It used to be not so bad when we just smuggled in a handful or two of Glosettes, and a zipper-lock baggie of microwave popcorn.

However, that honestly sucked the big potato. So now, we bring in hand-popped popping corn with generous gobs of butter. That has ruined at least one pair of corduroy slacks...

And the chocolate in a larger quantity melts in my shirt pocket, NOT in my hand. It looks like I'm carrying around a leaky spittoon in my shirt...

Hmm. The more I think about it, maybe we should just stay home, and wait for "The Notebook 2" to come out on Movie Central....

Chow for now!!

The Monday Morning "Nobody-Asked-Me-To - But-Here-I-Go-Anyway Concert Review" - The Smothers Brothers...

(or, Why I Will Never Be A Professional Concert Reviewer...)

Last night, Mrs. That Dan Guy & I caught yet another legendary comedy act (which if you can read, you've already discovered back at the first sentence...), The Smothers Brothers.

Now, younger readers admittedly might be thinking: "Who??"

For the record, these guys have been comic icons for almost fifty years, which would indeed make them older than your great-grandparents. But that doesn't mean they aren't still funny as hell!!

As a matter of fact, the synchronicity and tightness of a performance with that many years in the game was easily apparent, as the brothers had that concert hall roaring from start to finish. Classic routines, new stuff, all delivered in a unique style that I've enjoyed since I was a youngster myself. Which may actually reveal that I am older than your grandparents myself...

Whatever!!

The point is, these guys might seem leftovers from a long-gone era of entertainment, but they were fresh and timely with their material. Every bit worked!

But the real treat was a multi-media presentation of the highlights from their TV career, and the huge stars of the day that appeared back then, on their various shows. That's what underlines their appeal 50 years down the road - some of those routines drew as big a laugh as the stuff they were doing live. That, my little friends, takes talent!!

We got that in spades last night!

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On another note, we left the show just in time to get home and see The Calgary Flames blown out in the second overtime period - essentially opening up their golf season earlier than anyone here had hoped.

There's always next year...

Chow for now!!

An Ode To Candles

Candles make light in the dark.

Candles take the smell out of ....toots...

Candles on their own can smell keen.

Except lavender ones, they smell like my grandmother...

Candles come in all shapes and sizes.

On sinking sailboats, they capsizes.

Candles can be tall and skinny, or short and fat,

There should maybe be a comment here about Jack Spratt...

Candles drip

Wet noodles droop

Cranes swoop

50's musicians shooped.

If you haven't paid your electricity bill,

a candle is your new best friend...

A horizontal candleholder is not the brightest idea I've ever come up with...

Too many candles spoils the soup.

Or was that chefs???

Has there ever been a super-hero named Captain CandlePower???

Candles cure darkness!!

A candle saved is a candle earned.

You candle handle the truth!!

Victoria's Secret has a new line of candelabras...

I candle believe I posted this....

Chow for now!!!

Chicken Scratch

Greetings, fleshy fur-bearers. I'm a chicken, and you're not....

Well, this may be one of the last postings I'm ever gonna make here. I got an offer to blow some blues harp in a new band, and I've accepted the offer. Now we just have to come up with a name.

Here's what we're tossin' around:

* "Red Rooster and his Little Peckers"

* "BB Chicken & The Side Dishes"

* "Hot Legs"

* "Captain Peck-Tastic & The Barn Yard Riots"

What a cluckin' hoot this is gonna be!! No more having to get up before the crack of noon to peck out this stupid column. We'll be tourin' the nation, and the two best things about that are:

1) we'll meet tons of hot chicks,

&

2) we'll meet tons of hot chicks!!!

I'll bet you didn't even know I was a big-time musician!! Yeah, I got started as a toddler, playing a plastic xylophone.

Buk-Buk-Buk....Buk-AAWK!!!!

Pardon me...

From there, I found a harmonica, and started learnin' how to play the great blues, stuff like Howlin' Woof, Slow Sonny Molasses, and Michael Bolton. Word musta got out, because now I'm gonna be hittin' the road, without even auditioning for an Idol show!!

So, have a good life, featherless mammals! You ain't gonna have Charlie to kick around anymore!!

Unless you come see me play live. Then you can buy me a few Boilermakers, and kick me as much as you wanna...

Cluck for now!!

I must (humbly and meekly, maybe even in the dead of night) remove my "Help Wanted" sign, posted in a moment of frustration after Game Two of the Calgary/Detroit playoff series.

Seems I was a little hasty in my assessment of the hometown hockey hopes. Well, being new here, I apparently still have a lot to learn....

The series is officially tied at two games apiece!! Go Flames!!

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Hey, how about that new season of Gene Simmon's Family Jewels?? Both Gene and his long-time (unmarried) partner Shannon Tweed underwent facelifts, and we're watching the healing process on national TV!! Great fun, with the terrific senses of humour that they both have.

Now we can only cross our fingers and wait for Alex Trebek's Hairpieces Gone Haywire...

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I'm surprised that I even have the strength to gone on with a posting today, after Sanjaya's untimely demise from American Idol. Even though we both refuse to watch even a few seconds of the show, it is impossible to escape some reference to this broadcasting juggernaut.

We watched David Letterman the other night, and he had on a young fellow that originated the website dedicated to keeping the ....unlikely contestants (like Sanjaya) alive, in the voting. I think it was called "Vote For The Worst". The title says it all!!!

However, for us, that would keep the entire cast on the show....

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Just asking - would you raise with a a King/Ten off-suit, or fold if there's an Ace on the flop???


Chow for now!!

The Thursday Morning “Nobody-Asked-Me-To, But-Here-I-Go-Anyway-Concert-Review” – Il Divo.

(Or, Why I Will Never Be A Professional Concert Reviewer…)

OK, so I’m an Il Divo fan – what of it???

I picked up their first CD on a hunch, way back when nobody had even heard of them. We loved it, Mrs. That Dan Guy and I, and we spread the word to everybody we knew. So, go ahead, blame us – that’s why they’re so doggoned popular now...

Well, we were able to see them live last night, and it was every bit as tremendous as we had expected. Maybe even a bit more than tremendous. How can you really track that sort of sensation?? It may have been tremend-tastic!!

The crowd was sold out to the rafters, and as you might expect, it was assembled mainly of bikers and blue-collar males. Ha Ha Ha! Kidding!! The other six guys there and I met for a beer before the show…

After a surprising performance by opening act William Joseph, a pianist who has written songs with David Foster, the stage was opened to reveal a huge orchestra pit, and a stage that was essentially 5 various-sized discs. More likely they were giant doubloons, to signify the coinage these four guys are pocketing these days, but again, who can tell??

At any rate, once the show got under way, the Il Divo Orchestra began an overture of their hits.
Well, technically OTHER people’s hits, as Il Divo does like a good cover tune. If you’re not entirely familiar with their library, the quartet has covered songs by The Righteous Brothers, Eric Carmen, Bryan Adams, Harry Nilsson, and Toni Braxton (man, how would you like to be Paul Anka? Elvis, Frank Sinatra, and now Il Divo have covered his song “My Way”. I’ll bet you HIS credit card never gets declined!!).

At any rate, a cover is what they opened with – “Nights In White Satin”. From there, it was an evening of stellar vocals, sung in English, Spanish, Italian, French, and Ancient Mayan. It all sounds Mexican to me…

About midway through, they took advantage of a Trans-Siberian Orchestra-style musical interlude, to go offstage and change. From matching black suits, to different black suits.
When they did their Kleenex-grabbing version of “Mama”, that’s when the blubbering, the screaming, and the fainting hit an all-time high. I must say, Mrs. That Dan Guy is very understanding when I act like that in public…

The only thing I can say that I’ve ever seen similar to Il Divo in decades of seeing live entertainment may have been The BeeGees, way back before they became the poster children for 1970’s disco. There was one segment in that show where the three brothers gathered around a single microphone, with a single guitar, and harmonized.

Jeez, I’m getting teary-eyed again…

Chow for now!!

As it would appear that I have (yet again) nothing between my ears this morning (aside from "Go Flames!!" - Yee-haa!!!), today I am resorting to posting snippets of a column from some time back in today's space:



But then again, maybe I should be worried about copyright violation. Do I really want my column available to word poachers? Or left lying in wait for some lazy writer that will copy this stuff down, and later try to use it as his or her own???

Do I really want stuff that I've written to appear on MeTube, or WeSpace - whatever those sites are called??

Looking back at what I've posted so far this morning, is that really ever going to happen??

By tomorrow, I had damn well better have something to say here, or I WILL let that crazy chicken out of his coop...

Chow for now!!

In retrospect, yesterday's blog may have come across as somewhat harsh. Maybe even a bit knee-jerk. Of course, when your team seems to be playing like 80-year old arthritic milk cows, you can appreciate a little frustration from the fans...

Tonight Game Three gets underway, and home ice is where this team shines. MTDG and I couldn't afford to hock another kidney for play-off tickets, so we won't be in attendance. However, this is the time of year we actually pay attention to NHL games, even teams we normally wouldn't give a rat's tooshie about. We'll be following the game, on the shimmering boob tube.

So, come on Flames - let's get this boat back on course. Note: Those large, unshaven fellows wearing red jerseys are icebergs. Avoid them. Beat them. Be as strong as a frozen puck....

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That's pretty much all I got today. My muse is in Cancun, on vacation...

Chow for now!!

HELP WANTED!!

6 Forwards, 4 Defenseman required immediately, to assist overworked, frazzled goaltender in NHL playoff bid.

Some experience would be an asset, but not a prerequisite. If you can skate and hold a stick at the same time, you are encouraged to apply.

If you have perhaps just come off a major world championship win with a Canadian women’s hockey team, we would be especially happy to hear from you.

If you have played two seasons of junior hockey, and won your division, please consider responding to this opportunity.

If you have just signed up for your first-ever Pee-Wee league, you may not be entirely disqualified for consideration. Please submit a resume…

If you are a skating Golden Retriever named "Bud", report directly to the Equipment Manager - you're hired!!

This is a temporary, full-time position, possibly requiring as few as two games. WARNING: you WILL face an aggressive opponent, almost as aggressive as the ongoing feud between Rosie O’Donnell & Donald Trump.

Prior to Game Four of the current playoff series, send resumes to distinctive NHL cowboy-themed arena. After Game Four, direct resumes to Donnybrook Golf Course. No rush...

Pay scale is commensurate with experience, or a heartfelt promise to get this team through to the next round of the playoffs (we frankly don’t care if you’re crossing your fingers behind your back as you make your vow, just promise us you can do it…).

Thank you in advance for your consideration. Only those applicants being seriously considered will be contacted…

Chow for now....

Breaking News!!

...which has already been pre-empted for a concert review and a completely classless chicken....

Went for my follow-up appointment late last week, for my skin cancer diagnosis. It would appear that they got what was bad, and the healing is coming along just fine! This is good.

I do have some follow-up treatment though. I have to apply some cream for about 6 weeks, to kill off any (potentially) lingering skin cancer cells. This cream is also used for gentle warts.

Oops! My bad. That was supposed to say "a private part of one's anatomy", NOT "gentle"...

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In just over 10 minutes, the Calgary Flames suit up to redeem themselves, in Game Two of their Stanley Cup series. Detroit kind of...well, pulverized them in the first game, so they need to "flame on" today.

And hey, how about that great new TV coverage, running playoff games between 1:00 AM and 6 PM???

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Spring is DEFINITELY here now. I can't listen to Snow Patrol until winter again...

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With that sort of logic, I shouldn't watch any games with "Fleury" either...

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Nor should I enjoy a Wendy's "Frosty" at this time...

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I fear I may have a "brain-freeze"...

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Chow for now!!

Chicken Scratch

Mornin', boys and girls...

Charlie ain't feelin' so good this morning, so keep it down, OK???? Tequila is liquid hell, kids...

So, here I am at press time, and I can barely get my beak on the keyboard. The thought of pecking keys right now is making my teeth hurt, so pardon me if this is running late.

I gotta answer a few recent e-mails, so here we go:

Dear Charlie,

Do you work out? You always look so buff!!

Brandi

Dear Brandi,

First off, hot name, Toots! And yes. I do Pilates every morning. Except maybe today....

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Dear Charlie,

Have you ever had any plastic surgery? Your beak looks abnormal...

Carson

Dear Carson,

First off - BITE ME!!!!!! Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Second, what happened to Brandi?? I don't need this kind of crap on a weekend morning.!!#@!!!

Third...I'm a RUBBER CHICKEN!!!!

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Dear Charlie,

You're HOT!!

Candi

Dear Candi,

Bless you. Do you have a sister??

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Dear Charlie,

Where's this month's alimony, you deadbeat piece of plasticized poultry???????

You Know Who...

Buk-AAAAWK(ward)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh boy...gotta run kiddies....

Cluck for now!!

The Friday Morning "Nobody-Asked-Me-To-But-Here-I-Go-Anyway Concert Review" - Johnny Reid

(or, Why I Will Never be A Professional Concert Reviewer...)

(Sorry, no picture this time. You can see loads at www.johnnyreid.com)

So, I've blogged before about how big a fan I am of this Canadian country artist. I even worked a paragraph about him into my weekly humour column, earlier this month. He's like an amalgamation of classic Rod Stewart, with a touch of John Mellencamp, but original as all get up and go.

Actually, we had some classic old Little Feat on the cd player for the drive home, and he's got touches of that too.

Well, Mrs. That Dan Guy & I finally caught him live last night, and he exceeded every expectation we brought to the table (the bouncer confiscated a lot of them at the door anyway...).

We had a chance to catch him at a great little venue, The Deerfoot Inn & Casino, so it was an up-close, personal affair. Mr. Reid had a great warm-up act, and by the time he hit the stage, there was no lookin' back. Lots of new stuff, loads of stuff from last year's album (one of my personal favorites), delivered relentlessly.

For a country artist, he's got a lot of soul, R & B flavouring. As a performer, he even got a couple of old farts jumpin' and clappin'. Well, one at least. I basically nodded my head to the beat frequently...

And for someone that's about as Scottish as you can get, he delivers a serious rockin' country show. His band got a chance to showcase as well. The drummer got to play a lengthy solo, which was reminiscent of the very first big rock group I ever saw in concert - April Wine, who by the way is playing the same room tonight...

Mr. Reid is also not a bad looker, for the ladies out there. Trim, fit, and well-groomed, when he tossed a tie out into the audience, he got a rather substantial brassiere back in return. He's like a modern day Tom Jones, which is also a little reminiscent, as he performed a killer version of the old Jones country hit "Darlin'".

Mostly it was his original stuff, delivered in spades live - especially an extended version of "Missing An Angel", that almost entered gospel territory. Astounding...

Kind-of almost took the sting out of the Flames getting spanked by Detroit in Game One...

Chow for now!!

PS - For the life of me, I will never understand why the spaces in my drafts disappear here when I post these lengthy blatherings. My apologies for the dense copy today...

Went for a quickee yesterday...



Oil change, that is. I was way overdue, and didn't want to wait to get into my usual choice of service centre. So, I went through one of those Quickee Changee, wait-in-your-car joints.

I'll learn....

My "quickee" oil change was pretty quick, but the bill afterwards made my ticker quicker...

You see, these guys can't afford to pay rent on free-standing buildings with $12.00 oil changes, so they have to supplement that "hook" service, the one that gets you in the door, with optional services. And, if you're completely mechanically disinclined (ME ME!!!), they have you by the tender hairs.

By the time I was done, I had fluids replaced, filters replaced, and part of my interior seating re-coloured. I had dangerous dust particles inside the engine compartment contained in space shuttle grade-Saran Wrap, so as not to possibly interfere with fan belts. I even had a radiator massage, which I'm not even going to try figuring out.

The bottom line ended up with the typical charge for a simple oil change hitting about 6 times the going rate. So, these characters made inroads on paying for that month's rent, but will never see me darken their doorstep again.

Unless my radiator needs another massage...

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The Vancouver Canucks are doing their best to stay alive in the early round of the NHL playoffs. It took them FOUR overtime periods to beat The Stars.

The Calgary Flames prepare to unwind Detroit tonight, in their first game of the series. Yee-Haa!!! Go Flames!!

And then there was Spring...

The snow that hit us for the last few days has somewhat vamoosed, after a few days of rain and warmer temperatures. Oh, it still tried to keep snowing, but the rain eventually won out.

So, did anybody else out there decide a 120-pound turkey would be a great idea for this past weekend's holiday dinner?? Even with four people taking stabs at it, this bird continues to give. I can see peanut-butter-and-turkey toast for breakfast, chicken-noodle-soup-with turkey for lunch, and Kraft-Dinner-a-la-Gobble-Bits for supper. That's just this week. Not sure how creative we can get before the resilient old bugger is gone, but there was plenty enough meat for a good-sized family of Smurfs on him.

Which is all fine and dandy. It would have been embarrassing to serve up a scriggly Cornish game hen, and be getting into a fistfight over the one gangly little drumstick ( I should really find a better grocery store - don't hens typically have TWO legs??)...

At any rate, things could be worse. I could be covered in welts from accidentally eating tainted squid. Or, I could be stranded on a desert island, with an i-Pod filled with Justine Timberlake music.

Gotta run. It's time for "discovery" breakfast - today I'll see how Fruit Loops tastes with turkey tidbits...

Hula Boola!!

Chow for now!!