Come along, Dorothy. You don't want any of *those* apples.

Come along, Dorothy. You don't want any of those apples.

I had a woman come up to me in the supermarket the other day. In fact, she came right up to me and said, "Gosh you're tall. You're so tall."

I looked down at her and smiled, and then waited for the inevitable request to get something off the top shelf. But she just turned and walked away.

I think she was carrying a box of beans.

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I see my home-province brethren voted in droves for the Saskatchewan Party on Monday. Oh dear. The last time they went at it blindly like this, for Grant Devine's Progressive Conservatives in 1982, it eventually led to 13 Conservative MLAs and staffers being charged with expense account fraud, and the party imploded ... to reinvent itself as the Saskatchewan Party.

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I didn't see the election results in real time because I was too busy watching Mel Gibson's The Edge of Darkness. I had to watch it alone; on a personality chart, C places Mel Gibson somewhere between Idi Amin and John Gotti. Personally, I consider Woody Allen to be at least twenty times the monster, and everyone seems to have forgiven him. But anyway: it wasn't a bad movie. Exactly medium, actually. Mel goes around exacting revenge. The end. And Ray Winstone was good.

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glamour, by extension

C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *

the indisputable weight of the ocean

People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m

Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail. Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on . * * * * * C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK ( Whatever , I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and

red-handed

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