B's EB Mid Morning May 23rd

Happy Vicky Day!
It is the May long weekend folks, the endless rain is a dead giveaway.
The number of hungover cottage owners this morning must be staggering, so to speak. I am not hungover from liquor, but I am hungover from sleep deprivation.
While last weekend I spent many hours cleaning my apartment, this weekend the dirty dishes have piled up to the point that I am putting them in the fridge. I also carried my 1 litre cream container into the bedroom and laid it on the pillow a few minutes ago. I hope this place isn't camera monitored.
I wonder if "My Favourite Priest" Jamie meant mortality or morality in his post? I may call him tomorrow and ask. And do not fret, I know of no plans for him to do a reality show about the work a day life of a priest...although I bet one is in the works somewhere. "Father Knows Best II" Not bad.
Recently someone I know mentioned they had kept a diary for years. I find this an outstanding thing to accomplish. I wonder how much truth is in it? I would ordinarily be very interested to read it, but my desire in this case is dulled by the fact that I know I wouldn't be mentioned at all. However it does remind me of a pet project I considered pursuing a couple of years back, either with the written word or as a film.
I would love to interview people I have known over my lifetime and ask them to give a frank impression of the Byron they knew in the context of the time they knew him. On so many levels honest responses would be a hard to get. It is one thing for a film maker or biographer to ask this question but it would present a totally different and difficult dynamic if the subject himself was doing the questioning. But I think it would make for a fine read or film. I don't see how the NFB could resist this one. I suppose I should present it to them if I am serious...and soon.
My friends and enemies are dropping like flies these last few years and I don't feel too well myself.

Pesky Random Thoughts:
My morning raven didn't have much to say this morning...a few dozen quick awks and he was on his way.
I also just heard of a bake shop which asks $30.00 for less than a dozen cupcakes! Holy Oprah Factor! These things better give me wood.
(If they do I will always keep them in the house)
This is wildly exorbitant pricing to me, but with all such pricing, it piques my interest. An interesting way to market goods...make the cost prohibitive and exclusive and people will buy & try and of course, talk about it.

Just before I got up this morning I had this vision of two dance troupes meeting in an airport and they all shook feet. I hasten to add this is with zero medication.

I remember when not getting any sleep over a woman was a good thing.

Are blueberries just sad cranberries?

Why can't Bob King (Mr. King to his friends) not post comments on this blog?

Did you know most religious orders aren't keen on applicants over age 45?

Does Canadian Tire really carry any Canadian tires?

If something is eating away at you, should you consume more garlic?

When John Kennedy was assassinated, I was informed by my sobbing Irish-Catholic girlfriend. I think it was school lunch hour in Ft. Smith, NWT.

This same dusty town made CBC news this morning with a short video of an angry 60 lb. rogue beaver which halted traffic on the main drag. The video was preceeded by a commercial for womens' pads, which I found tacky. You can look it up.)
For more on the beaver, please read my previous blog..."The Great Canadian Beaver Migration"