Junk Yard Blog puts forth a great

argument on why military action toward Iraq is not about oil.

Mexico, Russia, Venezula and Canada have resources, and to date

no Yankee troops have invaded. I wish I could make a joke here,

but I’m not one of those funny Canadians.

Funny Canadians
Phil Vischer, creator of

the Veggie Tales has an interview over at Beliefnet. He’s a

Monty Python fan, not a big Disney fan, and has this to say

about culture.

That brings up another question: how’d you get to

be so funny? Why do you think Christian entertainment has had

trouble developing a sense of humor?

For some reason, certain cultures seem to be funnier than

others. Many of our funniest writers and performers come from

the Jewish culture. The African-American culture also produces

wildly funny people. White, middle-class Christian America

doesn’t. Canada manages to turn out some insanely funny white

people, but we’re not sure how they do it. We middle-American

Christians tend to be insurance salesman and administrators.

Very nice people, but not very funny people. Churches are

typically not funny places. So when “church people” get

together to write stories, they tend to be not very funny. Good

Sunday School teachers do not necessarily make good stand-up

comics or screenwriters.

Perhaps since [co-director] Mike [Nawrocki] and I went to Bible

college in Minnesota, which is so close to Canada… nah. That

couldn’t be it. It’s a fluke of nature, I guess. Like

platypuses.

Canadian Dialect
Colby

Cosh takes a humourous look at why Canadians sound unique.

He’s absolutely right. I can’t tell I ’sound’ Canadian, even

after travelling the country. Lunenburg County residents do not

sound like Peel County residents, but we have a commonality.
Mind you, step into the US and no matter what state you are in,

they have you pegged as a Canuck, a sentence past ‘hello!’

Infantile Adults
David Warren doesn’t pull any punches in this piece

on our narcassism and how our culture feeds it.

For here is an important thing to know about our

narcissism. It is the triumph of our inbuilt self-love, or more

precisely self-regard, over all other possible loves: over

affection, friendship, eros, charity. To the narcissist, love

is a teddy bear, an inanimate extension of self, whereas the

real world beyond that self is finally cold, friendless,

loveless, lonely — populated, is it must appear to the

narcissist, only by other narcissists. In public life,

narcissism is verily “the politics at God’s funeral”.

Crossed Wires
Man, can I ever identify with Fragments from Floyd in his post Days of

Wires and Roses. After three days of hell (yes, hell) getting

the DSL installed, Bell Canada’s telemarketers had the audacity

to call me to ask if I’d be interested in their sale on DSL. I

didn’t exactly yell at the guy, I know it’s a crummy low paying

job and not his fault a communication company doesn’t

communicate with itself. But between technology and wires and

stupid advice, some wine and roses sound pretty good about

now.

Patient Overload
I doubt we needed another study to

tell us that we are suffering from health-care information

overload.

The conference was also told how patients are

increasingly relying on the Net to do their own health

research, then marching into their beleaguered doctors’ offices

with mountains of printed material from Web sites.

……The problem, as a Statistics Canada report released last

week warned, is that many patients have no way of knowing if

the information they’re pulling off the Web is useful or

dangerous to their health.

Edmonton Eskimo Heroes
I headed over to the Edmonton Journal to read about todays

explosion and fire in a high rise apartment. Can’t find it.

Apparently a woman jumped from her fourth floor apartment into

the arms of two Edmonton Eskimo football players, and walked

away with a few bruises and cut knee. The football players

were unhurt, several people were treated for minor injuries and

one man died.

Found

it.

Rachel’s

cohort, Kathryn Lively who is one of blogs4God’s journal

moderators, and who blogs at Come On Get Lively

escaped unharmed after a fire in the basement in her building

knocked out power the past few days. Hang in there Kat.

Google me this
The most google searches making their way to this blog have

been for the funeral songs I posted. However, the cigar burning lawyer story is running a close second. Either there

are a lot of surfing lawyers out there or a lot of curious

people like me who don’t doubt there could be some truth in

that tall tale.