The knork

I know that I have been away for awhile, but I just wanted to share this revolutionary find ... if you are too busy to use a knife and fork then this is the blog for you. And boy do I have a movie for you ....

http://www.impactmovie.com/knork/

I am worried ...

First, I watched Al Gore's movie. Then I read that Ellesmere Island is melting. Now polar bears are going to force the Bush administration to face up to climate change. And now ... el Nino is back.

Its been a scary month.

As I got ready to go for my walk at lunch, my co-worker said, "Isn't this great weather?"

I replied, "No, its kind of scary actually."

His look of incredularity matched his reply, "I think this is great."

Am I really that out of touch? Am I the only one that is frightened by this wave of warm weather? Maybe its my training as a biologist ... or maybe its that inner paranoid part of me that thinks that every blemish is cancer ... or the fear that I'll have to escape to the hills just like Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen did when they saved the world from communism in "Red Dawn". Well, maybe Stephen King's super flu will break out just like it did in the Stand and then we won't have to worry about global warming.

But seriously ... I am worried.

I am worried that our seeds won't germinate because they need a period of cold to realize its grow time. I am worried there will be a drought because the snow didn't come and replenish the water table in the spring. And I realize that this may not happen tomorrow. But I am worried that I've brought my kids into a world that we've already broken.

I am worried. And I need to figure out how to fix it.

Liam the Elf

Liam the Elf
Originally uploaded by robby disco.

Well Christmas is here and gone and it has been a crazy ride this year. I still have tonnes of pics to upload, but here are a smattering from our pre-christmas escapades.

http://flickr.com/photos/robby_disco

Good Old Johhny Appleseed

We were invited to a friend's place for supper recently and we were joined by common friends who were visiting from out of town. We all hadn't seen each other in a couple of years and we all have growing families so we had lots to catch up on. We also spent some time remembering the nights of drunken revelry that we shared. There was also the occasional conversational pause as we watched our kids play and thought, "Wow, things have changed."

I guess that they changed more for some of us than others.

We sat for supper. Our host asked us to join hands and join in saying grace. Now let's just clarify this up front ... I am not a religous man. My spirituality is rooted in christian beliefs, and I begrudge no one their right to religous expression. I am just not used to that religous expression taking the form of the "Johhny Appleseed Grace" song at a table where I am sitting with my old drinking buddies and gulping large amounts of red wine. So I was a little uncomfortable. But I sat there and enjoyed the song. As an Irish Catholic, the closest that I ever came to singing grace at the supper table was the time I sang "Whiskey in the Jar" in the back of a Paddy Wagon while passing around a bottle of Captain Morgan rum. (Lucky for us the cops forgot to lock the doors.)

I guess the real surprise came when my 3-year-old started singing "Happy Birthday" as soon as "Johnny Appleseed" was finished. But in his godless world ... why else would you sit around the dinner table and sing unless it was someone's birthday?

Recent Obssession: The SAS

I guess that the most powerful, yet dangerous things about the internet is that you can become a virtual expert on just about any subject overnight.

I sometimes get together with a Scottish friend of mine to "geek-out" and play Call of Duty all night long. In between pints and frags we chat about all kinds of stuff. He's told me a tonne of stories about his mate who is in the British Special Air Service (SAS). Then he lent me a book about the SAS in "Operation Desert Storm". Then he told me about the brit show "Ultimate Force" which is the guy equvalent of "Desperate Housewives". They fire guns and use words like: shite, trousers and lorry. I love it. Its even got Ross Kemp from "East Enders", a British soap opera, so you know that it has to be good. Just check this out:



Is that not the ultimate in Man-TV? Powerful plotlines ... powerful love ... Oh and tanks.