Looking For A Way Out

Today's the final day to decide if I'm running for local election again. Most of you will remember my Area Councillor, Ward 5 campaign of three years ago. I lost with 20% of the vote but had a decent time. I've been assisting a few candidates this time around, and being coerced into running myself. Just not sure I have it in me this time around to invest the time in going door-to-door and urging people to get out and vote again. Young families don't vote, and that's who I'd need to get elected in Ward 3 and 4.

I'm already throwing my vote, support, and consulting behind Annette Groves (Regional, Ward 5), Tony Viola (Regional, Ward 3/4), Jason Payne (Area, Ward 5), and Garry Moore (Mayor) - yes, the same Garry that took me out in 2003. There's an obvious hole there in Area, Ward 3/4, and that's where they want me to run. Seven hours to decide, but I'm leaning on no.

Now, please enjoy this Chad Vader episode with my compliments:

So Apparently I Wasn't The Only One Pestered

So the lazy blogger (that would be Rick) accused me the other day of not posting enough on his blog. Funny, before then, I didn't realise I was SUPPOSED to. Originally I was only supposed to be a fill-in, but apparently now I'm a regular. Go figure.

I think that it's interesting that Mark brought up the discussion about the Gardiner Expressway. Last week I stumbled across a document written by a city planner about the history of Toronto's freeways, expressways and the like. I found it absolutely fascinating that Toronto was originally supposed to have a large network of highways throughout the city, and pretty much all of them got axed. For an interesting read, you can find it on this site. Beware, though, the document is 115 pages, in PDF format. The link will take you to an introduction HTML page, it's not linked directly to the PDF.

On another note, September 20 was a bit of a sad anniversary for me. It was two years ago that my mother passed away from heart failure. She passed peacefully, thank goodness - she was found sitting up in bed with the light on, book in her lap, glasses still on. It came as a bit of a surprise, really, she'd been feeling a bit off for a week or so, but was starting to feel better. *sigh* I really miss her.

A few years before she died, my mum was diagnosed with breast cancer. She went through all the necessary treatment (including a mastectomy) and was able to beat it... but then they found a lump on the other side, and she had to go through it all again. She honestly is one of the bravest people I've ever known - going through cancer treatment twice and never once complaining about it. If I was wearing a hat, I'd take it off to her. Thankfully after all was said and done, she'd beaten it cleanly (I like to think she was simply more stubborn than the cancer was :) ) and went on to live another five years or so as happily as cranky Welsh women can.

This year, I decided to take part in the annual 5km CIBC Run for the Cure to raise money for breast cancer research. I wasn't going to post anything about it, but Rick encouraged me to at least put it out there and to ask if any of the loyal OverAnything.com readers were interested in sponsoring me. I know it's short notice (seeing as the run is this Sunday, October 1) but it can't hurt to ask. If anyone is interested in sponsoring a good cause, getting a tax receipt for a charitable donation, and wants to make a fellow OA'er feel really good, then I would kindly direct you to this page and sponsor me.

I really appreciate any support that you kind readers are willing to offer, be it monetary or moral.

Thanks for your time.

Ghosts of the Great Highway

So Rick won’t stop bugging me about not blogging lately and seeing as I really don’t have anything interesting to write about (yet… detail may follow in a week) I have decided to bring my two cents to the table about the Gardiner Expressway talks.

Read: Study urges levelling Gardiner

For those of you that avoid all contact with the news (I’ve been there) and don’t know what I’m talking about Toronto city council have finally released their large report on what to do the horrible lake front chunk of steel that has been an eyesore for way too long. Now of course the first question everyone has is, “If they tear down the Gardiner where will all the cars go?” Well we finally have an answer to that. Four solutions to the problem have been put forward, ranging from minor repairs and regular maintenance to a 10 lane super road or a large tunnel similar to the one Boston has constructed. All are costly ranging from an additional 12 million a year (every year) to 1.5 billion for the large road hole.

Now personally I think improvements are long since needed to the Gardiner and yes I am one of those who believes it’s a horrible eyesore on Toronto’s waterfront. I would love to see the whole area turned into a home for tourism and city life. The Gardiner Expressway is one of the biggest obstacles holding back the development of the harbor and needs to be taken care of soon. But I’m just one man with one opinion. My question here is what do all of you faithful OA.com readers think? Do you believe that this would be something the city needs? Is the cost justifiable? Would you be willing to accept some additional gas taxes or possible ETR expenses to pay for the development?

Let here what you have to say…

Nutshell

Being that it's almost hockey season I felt it's time to do my part towards ensuring the health and safety of our children. It may be Canada's national past-time, but it's also a potentially dangerous and damaging activity. Today's safety lesson is geared towards the younger goaltenders out there - learn from the mistakes of your predecessors, and pay close attention.

I can't remember how old I was, although I played hockey from age 4 until 16, so we're looking somewhere in the latter area of those years. One day we're dressing for our game when our goaltender realized he'd left his athletic supporter at home, not a terribly good thing to forget. It was almost game time and he quickly made the decision that as he'd never in his years of goaltending been hit in Gorilla Monsoon's bread-basket, perhaps he'd be safe to take the risk. Not without at least one level of protection, though; he snagged a small paper cup from the bathroom and molded it appropriately within his gear to protect his unmentionables.

You see where this is going. I know you do.

Breakaway in the third period, opposition breaks over the line and chooses to launch a slap shot from just in the blue line. A seeing eye slap shot that takes aim and attaches to the target it sought with great precision. The goalie falls to the ice (nice stop!) and writhes around until the coaches assist him back to the dressing room and we throw a back-up stopper in there. We finished the game and hurriedly made our way to the dressing room to check on our fallen comrade. We walked in the dressing room and what did we see?

A goaltender with his head down in his hands. In front of him on the floor lay the crumpled remains of a paper cup.

Kids, don't forget your athletic supporter.

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I Want To Live

For years I've been teased for not posting enough, so I go out and secure two guest bloggers who post even less than I. What can a man do?

Back to beerbistro with me last night for dinner before the final Jays game. I reluctantly admit this here because there's a vicious rumour circulating via the Zonk that I've become a rummy, which couldn't be further from the truth. That said, I have taken on a love of fine beers that I buy in singles and have sporadically in singles. No marathon sessions for me.

So anyways, to beerbistro, where I added four new notches to my libation bedpost. The best thing about this place is the three 2-oz sample offer where you can get tiny samples of three kinds. As expected I'm still not a pale lager fan, but I did quite enjoy the rare Great Lakes Devils Pale Ale which was neither pale nor an IPA, but was quite good regardless. Also enjoyed the Belgian Frites again, as well as the Blue Mushroom pizza.

Also, for my nerd friends, I secured a bottle of that image up there to try down the road: Monty Python's Holy Grail. Being tempered over burning witches makes it good; now available at an LCBO near you.

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You And I Are A Gang Of Losers

And now.. the rest.. of the story.

Took an uneventful flight home Friday night that had me arrive a little after 7AM. Unfortunately, with three hours sleep on the plane, I had now slept a total of about 13 hours in three days, and it was starting to show. I breezed through customs and over to pick up my old school friend Brent and his girlfriend, Jackie, in from Moncton for a short visit. By the end of Saturday I would actually fall asleep hunched over in my wife's car I was so tired.

We headed down to Toronto and eventually met up with local Zonk celebrities Kip and Shaz, grabbed some day passes and headed to beerbistro. At King and Yonge it's a high-end(ish) restaurant that specializes in rare, imported, local, and microbrews in both food and drink. The experience was incredible and I highly recommend it. I had the Beerbequed Pulled Pork Beer Bread Pizza and took their suggested beer pairing of a Denison's Weissbier I'd heard a lot about but not yet sampled. Lots of wheat, lemons, and banana balanced with cloves and spices, so easy to sip. I had preceded that with a Hacker-Pschorr Dunkle Weisse which was all I'd hoped for; I love combinations of darker beers with weizen. On the way Shaz, who spent time in Belgium, had told me about Delirium Tremens, one of her favourites I'd never had a chance to try. Oddly, the bistro offered it on draught and I tried a three-glass sampler with it, Unibroue Maudite, and King Pilsner - all very good.

This is getting long.. hidden under drop down..

Shaz suggested we be introduced to the massive Queen's Quay LCBO so we checked that out, and I was ecstatic to finally find a bottle of Niagara Falls Eisbock, 750ml 2005 vintage which I will hold on to for a tasting down the road. From there we retreated to their hotel room in Yorkville for a couple hours of catch-up and memories from Kip, Brent, and my childhood. YOU KNOW IT, BABY!

I was dead to the world by the time we got back and hit the sack, waking up fairly late by my standards Saturday and getting underway on another day of fun. I figured nothing says the big city quite like Vaughan Mills and Bass Pro so we took Brent and Jackie there to meet up with another Zonk legend, Rob, for some touring and lunch. I should note first that Rob is doing tremendous on his weight loss efforts looking visibly thinner - keep it up (or down, whatever..)! We had a moderately healthy lunch, then headed towards Craig and Cheryl's in Beeton for another meeting amongst high school friends. Yesterday a visit to IKEA was requested and granted before we headed back here to rest up for their flight home.

All told a great weekend, so amazing to see not only Brent but all my old school friends within a few days. Now it's back to the grindstone..

Whispers of the North

This past weekend marked a new adventure for me. Some of you will remember back in June I made the decision to get my hunting license after spending the weekend up north fishing with Rick and a few others. Well with the 15th of September marking the opening of upland game bird season I once again joined the group in the long trek north to the infamous Moose Camp to take part in my first ever partridge hunt. To start off I must say I was still a little unsure about the whole idea of hunting. Up till this spring I would never have guessed that I will be able to pick up a gun and actually shoot at something, but I felt that it was something that would be really good for me to experience.

Anyways, enough of that on to the details. The group heading up consisted of My Uncle Jim, and his old friends Mark Mason, Peter the polish guy, Jim Armstrong, Rob the Newfie, and Rob’s son Dean. We headed up Thursday afternoon, as the season didn’t open till Friday morning. Friday morning I woke at around 7:30am to the sounds of Mark Mason down by the lake merrily blasting away at some ducks. Now he didn’t get any, but that didn’t matter too much to him, he just likes firing his gun. So after a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs it was time for me to finally learn how to shoot. I had no idea what to expect and the first shot really surprised me. For those of you that have never fired a shot gun all I can say is the kick. Anyways after unloading a few rounds into the near by trees it was time to hit the roads and find some dinner. Most of the group was riding on ATV’s, but Mark Mason and I were stuck with running his van up and down the main road. It didn’t take us long to come across our first group of birds. Mark took the honor and fired the first shots to show me how it’s done. He dropped the first bird while the other one took off through the bush. Now you may think that the second bird will always run, but in truth they hardly ever go more than 3 steps into the bush. Anyways we continued on our way it wasn’t long before we had picked up our limit of 10 birds. So the first day was a success.

Day 2 brought with it more people on the main roads. Mark and I had made a decision to get a real early start in hopes of beating most of the locals out. We left right at 7am to make first tracks, which resulted in us bagging our first 7 birds before 8:30am. That was great seeing as after that the main roads got really busy and the birds became really hard to find. We ended up having to chase a few through the woods and even hiking some trails to bag our last few. Hiking for birds is a really unique experience. You have to go fairly quietly through the woods so that you hear the bird before it hears you. We took a new trail in search of our last bird with as a great hike. We managed to find our last bird and at the end of the trail a nice little lake. We decided that since we had all afternoon to waste now that we would come back and fish the lake. We didn’t get anything for our efforts, but it was a real relaxing afternoon just sitting by the lake.

Day 3 we woke to rain. Bummer. Rain usually means no chance at birds because they are all deep in the woods. Luckily by about 10am it started to clear so we hit the roads again. It was tough going and the birds were real easy to spook, but we still made out all right. We had bagged 7 birds by about 4pm. We were considering calling it a day when my uncle came speeding by on his ATV. He said I could run the trails on it for a bit if I liked just to have some fun. So I strapped my gun on to it and took off. I sped off down the trails not really thinking about getting any more birds, but more about just having some fun. As I made my way back to the camp I decided to run the main road one more time to see if I could find anything. I rounded a corner and came across a group of four. I parked the ATV and took my gun out. I worked my way up close enough and lined 2 up in front of me. I fired and dropped 2 with one shot. The other 2 took off, but that was ok. I had managed to fill my limit of 15 birds.

So the whole trip was a success. I managed to try something new and really enjoyed it. For those of you that are wondering partridge taste great. I’ve cooked up a bunch in a pasta sauce and also sautéed some really quickly in red wine. Both were excellent. Now its time to look forward to the spring when we will once again venture north head back in search of fish. Until then all I can do is dream about it.

Oh and hopefully I will have some pictures to follow…

I Haven't Lost Weight, I've Just Misplaced It

I realised just before I decided to post this that those of you who don't know me are going to think I'm constantly grumpy or something. And those of you who do know me will get some confirmation that I am. :)

Ok, here's what grinds my gears today. My wife Crarie and I joined Weight Watchers to drop some weight. So far, she's lost more than 10% of her body weight, and I'm almost there (I started mid-June at 327.9 lb, I'm now at 301.2). What really bothers me is when you're making plans with people and they say something like "It's ok, just forget your plan tonight, it's only one day." Uh, hello? I'm doing my best to fight temptation here, I don't need you trying to talk me into eating something I really shouldn't. You wouldn't say to a diabetic "just have this donut, it's only a little one" or invite a vegetarian to "eat the hot dog, just this once." Why is it that people think it's ok to encourage someone who's struggling with their weight to break their diet?

Ok, end of bitching for today.

Las Vegas 2006: Day 2

So begins another day here. After the show last night I made my way back to Caesar's Palace for a quick stroll through the Forum Shops, and then dinner with the co-workers at Mesa Grill. This year it was the Striped Bass for me, steaks for the guys, and all thoroughly enjoyed it. You really have to eat there if you make it to Vegas.

Afterwards we worked off the dinner with a stroll to Treasure Island for a private party at the Tangerine Night Club. I've always skipped out on the parties on these trips but had promised to attend this one as this is a low-scale conference with less people, and thus an easier job to network and mingle with the people we want to meet. Drinks were free so I enjoyed a few margaritas and had some good conversations. At 11:00 I decided that was enough and began the long walk back from TI to MGM Grand; about two miles or so. High winds had killed the Sirens of TI and Bellagio Fountains so there was very little to see on the way.

This morning we woke a bit later than we should have, which ended up being fine because 90 minutes into the show there's barely anybody here. Vegas isn't conducive to early mornings it would seem.

So tonight I meet up with my old Gaming Jackpots prognosticating friend, John Griffith, before the red eye back at 11:55PM Vegas time. Quick trip, but worthwhile, because I held a monkey.

Rick Spanks The Monkey

Since I couldn't edit his entry, I had to post a new one. Here's Rick doing strange things to his monkey (see other post).

Yes!

Yes!, shot by overanything.

When I heard there was a monkey on the show floor I realized there was only one thing to do - scratch off #32 under Travel on the Life List: Hold a monkey. I made my way to the booth where the monkey was playing poker (seriously) and held my hand out. The monkey, Mikey, did the same - reaching for my hand. He pulled me in and wrapped his arm around me, then smiled for the guy I'd given my cell phone to. There we have it - a dark but awesome picture of me and Mikey the monkey. One life dream accomplished.

Two years ago here I met Pamela Anderson. Last year it was KISS. But seriously, nothing beats a monkey.

Vegas 2006: Day 1

Greetings from the slum-like conditions of the Sahara Hotel, a little ways off the strip. It's been a long and strange trip to this point already. I'm actually staying with the guys at the MGM Grand, but the conference we're exhibiting at is inexplicably held in the much lesser conditions of the Sahara. Apparently I came in too late and missed what was the social event of the season last night at the Wynn, enough so that half the exhibitors haven't yet showed up to build their booths. That's ok, because barely any of the attendees have made it yet either.

Things didn't start off well - my flight from Toronto to Pittsburgh was delayed 90 minutes, bad considering my connecting flight to Las Vegas was one hour. The staff at US Airways found me a direct flight on Air Canada out of another terminal, which means I have thus far left Canada twice and not returned at all. This could wreak havoc on the return trip, I shall find out soon.

When I got here I took a bit of time to stroll up the strip, ended up dropping by a casino I'd never been in before - Monte Carlo. Found a pub and brewery where they make their own suds and sampled their Belgian Wit and Silver State Stout. Both were pretty good, much better than the fake Prince cover artist they had providing the entertainment.

Tonight it's off to Mesa Grill for a great dinner, then to Tangerine in Treasure Island for an after-party. Back to do it all again tomorrow before meeting up with my old friend John Griffith for dinner, and back home. I'll try to report back later; hope Rob and Paul are keeping you entertained.

Cheers!

What Is Wrong With People These Days

Hey there. Rick asked me to cover for him while he's off frolicking around Vegas. Man, did I get the short end of the stick. (He CLAIMS he's working, but do we really KNOW? I think not!)

The topic I wanted to vent about today might be a little controversial, so if it is, please send any hate mail to me, not Rick, and any letterbombs to Evan. That said, here we go.

Like I said in the topic... what the heck is wrong with people these days? I'm referring to the shooting in Montreal today. Once upon a time, if you had a beef with someone at school, you'd meet them out behind the portables and settle it like... ummm... civilized people (perhaps not the right term, but you know what I mean). Nowadays, kids choose guns over fists as the weapon of choice. This gets me pining for the olden days.

During high school, I wasn't one of the popular kids by any stretch of the imagination. Like today, I was overweight and inactive, though I did walk to school. I didn't really fit into any of the cliques. Jocks, definitely not; cool kids, ha. I was a closet geek, but not nerdy enough to hang with the chess club. I didn't like the attitude of the smokers, and though I was in band I didn't fit in with most of them either. Apart from the black trenchcoat, I was your typical loner kid who got picked on from all sorts of directions. And not once did I ever, ever consider doing anything like strolling around with a gun.

This isn't saying that things didn't bother me. I certainly wasn't happy, I had a few short fights (probably most notably with Rick, surprisingly, and Kip was another one... If you're reading this, Kip, I still haven't forgotten about bringing that group of 800 BBSers over to my house that night ;) ) and very few friends. Things have gotten better since, though I wouldn't say I have tons of friends even now, but those friends that I do have are close, and there's my loving wife, Crarie... I don't think I'd change things now.

Ok, I'm rambling and getting off topic. News reports say that the gunman today was 25, but I'm going to just keep going about the younger generation. I was speaking to one of my friends in Montreal this evening, making sure he was ok and whatnot. He was fine, but one of his friends and the guy's girlfriend were two of the 20 victims. This got me thinking about how the world has gone to hell in a handbasket in the last 15-20 years.

When did parents stop teaching that actions have consequences? Or is it that their hands have been tied by activists that say that parents are not allowed to discipline their children as they see fit? Has the state of today's world not shown that time-outs cannot adequately replace spanking? I'm not saying that every bad kid needs a thrashing, but there is a distinct lack of respect from a scary percentage of young people these days, and I attribute it directly to a lack of adequate parenting.

Why is it that nobody is ever responsible for anything anymore? It's always someone else's fault. "My mother didn't hug me enough as a child." "Watching violent shows on television caused this." Or my personal favorite, "video games made the child have violent tendencies." Take responsibility for yourself. Teach your children responsibility. Parent your children. Don't rely on the government or the school system to teach your children right or wrong - as a parent, that's YOUR job. By passing the buck there, that's leading by example to your children. It's not *your* fault, so why should anything be *their* fault?

Events like today's shooting just make my blood boil. Kids don't think there are repercussions to doing bad things anymore.

I dunno. I guess I just don't get it.

For Celebrations Past

It's not just me, the years fly by quicker now, right? Alas it has once again been a year since "the Vegas trip" and the time has come once more to make my way to the land of sin and unthinkable energy use. I've got to get all packed and ready tonight before heading out tomorrow. I'll be staying at the MGM Grand again, which is always nice, and taking the chance to catch up with the gents I work with. Perhaps if you all ask nice Mark will keep the posts coming in my absence, as I'm uncertain if I'll have enough time to get a blog in while I'm there this time around. (Editor's Note: Mark is too busy slaughtering birds to post, find someone else.)

When I return on the red eye Saturday morning my good friend from high school, Brent England, will be arriving two minutes later with his girlfriend, Jackie. The last time I saw Brent was the road trip with Steve to catch the WWE in Toronto, Ottawa, and Montreal back in March 2002. I'm as excited as all crap because Kip, Shazia, Rob, and Carrie will be joining Brent, Jackie, Mary, and myself for dinner Saturday night in a reassembly of the old high school gang + wives/girlfriends.

So, alas, I bid you adieu briefly. Play well on the Zonk - and if anyone wants guest blogging access you've got about 14 hours to tell me.

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Wiser Time

Five years.

Five years ago right now I had been in my office at CryptoLogic and begun my morning routine of reading news sites and message board pertaining to my job, including CANOE.ca and CNN.com. I had the sites up when Ken ran in the office to ask if I had them open and I said yes. He mentioned a plane was in the World Trade Center and that most major websites were crashed. People began crowding around my computer to see the only available picture we had of a single plane in the tower. I turned on my radio and we began to listen.

I remember not knowing the extent of what was happening, and wondering if being on the 7th floor of a Toronto office tower put me in danger of some massive North American terrorist attack. My wife's former employer, Kroll, were one of few companies that refused to allow their employees to leave early, and Mary and I had carpooled that day, so I ended up being one of only a few people left at Crypto when the closing hour came. And the city was dead. I'd never freely walked across Yonge Street at 5PM in my life, it was like the scene at the end of The Devil's Advocate where Keanu Reeves roams into an empty New York City.

Four years ago my tribute to 9/11 drew criticism from readers who wished we would express the same compassion for victims worldwide. I understand the aftermath of 9/11 is also questionable to many. However, regardless of the state of our world, nothing can take away what was without question the harshest terrorist attack on North American soil in my lifetime. It changed all of our lives, and I know we'll never forget.

Those of you who do wish to relive my Ground Zero visit in November of 2001 are more than welcome to click here.

Serial Thrilla

Good news, coaster enthusiasts. My Gmail lit up today with the promise of a secret from Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. They've promised me their 17th coaster will arrive in time for the 2007 season - the launched steel Maverick, complete with 95-degree (yes, more than straight down) first drop, eight hills, and what they're calling the first "twisted horseshoe roll." What that means is we have approximately eight months to plan our road trip, folks. Back to Maverick - this 5.5 acre ride launch you out, drop the 95-degrees at 57 miles per hour, and eventually hit a second launch to fire you up to 70 mph. During the 2.5 minute ride you'll enjoy a 400-foot tunnel, two 360 degree corkscrew rolls, one 360 degree heartline roll, and roll right under the loading station. Sounds like it'll thrill me more than Magnum up there.

Who's in?

I must also mention the addition in the links area of Carrie's new blog, allowing us to join her on her weight loss journey. She's a good friend who's doing what it takes to regain control of her health, and has already dropped 1/10th of her body weight. Follow her progress and give her some kind words!

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You Can't Catch Me

Sometimes the news is strange. Trolling the net to find something worth posting I actually did find something.

McDonald's has been forced into redesigning their McFlurry containers; apparently we'll begin to notice the new slim design lids shortly. The reason? "The smaller aperture of the lid has been designed to prevent hedgehogs from entering the McFlurry container in the unfortunate incidence that a lid is littered and is then accessible to wildlife," according to a McDonald's statement. Yes, apparently errant hedgehogs landing in McFlurry containers is a serious issue resulting in "significant research and design testing" for the new lid. "This is excellent, it is long overdue news," said Fay Vass, chief executive of the British Hedgehog Preservation Society. "We have been in touch with McDonald's about this problem for over five years and are delighted that they have at last solved the problem."

I leave you with a good memory of a great entertainer; crikey, he'll be missed:

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