Here at Casa Bevboy on the night before Hurricane Earl touches down. Patricia is at the cottage with my mother. Would that I could be there with them right now, but I had to work today. I have decided it would be better to remain here at the house until the storm subsides enough for me to drive up there.
Weary readers will recall that we have a neighbour up there, a misanthropic guy named... well, maybe I shouldn't get into that right now.
This... man ... owns an All Terrain vehicle, one of those devices that enthusiasts drive all over the place with the kind of impunity and sense of entitlement that bewilders and confounds a thinking person. The ATV lobby groups, and they are legion, will argue that the vast majority of their ilk do no harm to the environment and respect private property.
I will be charitable on this Friday evening and accept these people at their word. That doesn't change the fact that there are an awful lot of ATV yahoos, dumbasses, missing links, hillbillies, who care not one whit for private property, or the rule of law. They are too stupid, too uncaring, too oblivious to the rights and needs of others, to recognize that maybe they're in the wrong.
Which brings me to our cottage neighour.
We have sicced the law on him more than once. He no longer rides his ATV across our property. He seemingly doesn't let people borrow his ATV for the purposes of trespassing on our property. But he is now walking across our property whenever he wants.
Yesterday, he and his shrew wife and a neigbhour's equally shrewish wife, and a big fat roly poly tub of crap, walked across our property, and then jumped the fence over to property owned by American neighours who returned to the States a week ago. They wandered around on that property before slithering across ours again and going back to theirs. This apparently happens quite frequently.
When I go down to the cottage this weekend, I will speak to these people. They won't understand me, of course. They only understand grunts and snorts and other animal noises. They are subhuman, illiterate, cousin-dating, toothless cretins, so stupid they would make a dodo bird look like an expert in particle physics. Explaining private property rights to these people would be like explaining the meaning of God to a steering wheel.
But, I will try anyway.
I have always enjoyed a challenge.
Sweetly, I remain,
Bevboy
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Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Post 1348 - Tricks of the Trade
Found this video on Facebook now. I thank my old friend, magician Robert Lamar, for this link.
For a long, long time, people have been throwing their money at fake "psychics", people who claim they can communicate with the dead. Yeah, right.
In the 1930's, Dunninger, a magician best known for popularising mentalism, went around debunking these charlatans, much as Houdini had done 20 years earlier.
Here is a short film featuring Dunninger exposing some of these tricks.
Following that, is a short piece on how the early Disney cartoons were made.
Fascinating stuff. I hope you take the time to watch it.
Bevboy
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For a long, long time, people have been throwing their money at fake "psychics", people who claim they can communicate with the dead. Yeah, right.
In the 1930's, Dunninger, a magician best known for popularising mentalism, went around debunking these charlatans, much as Houdini had done 20 years earlier.
Here is a short film featuring Dunninger exposing some of these tricks.
Following that, is a short piece on how the early Disney cartoons were made.
Fascinating stuff. I hope you take the time to watch it.
Bevboy
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Post 1347 - A Change In Plans?
The reality of the impending Hurricane Earl is such that I may have to change my Labour Day weekend plans.
I very much want to go to the cottage. I haven't been there for a couple of weeks now. On top of that, my mother will be there this weekend, and she's never been. I want to spend time with her and Patricia and the cats there.
However.
However, Hurricane Earl is a class 3 hurricane that's probably gonna hit Nova Scotia on Saturday morning, unless it changes course between now and then. If it does come to visit, I feel I should be here at the house to fix (or try to fix!) any problems that might crop up.
When Hurricane Juan dropped by in 2003, the only damage to my house was a piece of siding that was nearly ripped off, and was hanging by a thread. It was pounded back in place within 2 minutes, and I went on my merry way. I was home for that, and I'm glad I was. This time, I also want to make sure I'm here.
Crap. I really want to go to the cottage!
Maybe I'll phone in sick on Tuesday. Nobody will know.
Except the people who read this blog, that is.
All 3 of them.
Yes. It might work.
Cough! Cough!
Bevboy
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I very much want to go to the cottage. I haven't been there for a couple of weeks now. On top of that, my mother will be there this weekend, and she's never been. I want to spend time with her and Patricia and the cats there.
However.
However, Hurricane Earl is a class 3 hurricane that's probably gonna hit Nova Scotia on Saturday morning, unless it changes course between now and then. If it does come to visit, I feel I should be here at the house to fix (or try to fix!) any problems that might crop up.
When Hurricane Juan dropped by in 2003, the only damage to my house was a piece of siding that was nearly ripped off, and was hanging by a thread. It was pounded back in place within 2 minutes, and I went on my merry way. I was home for that, and I'm glad I was. This time, I also want to make sure I'm here.
Crap. I really want to go to the cottage!
Maybe I'll phone in sick on Tuesday. Nobody will know.
Except the people who read this blog, that is.
All 3 of them.
Yes. It might work.
Cough! Cough!
Bevboy
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Post 1346 - Today!
I interviewed the lovely M.E. after work tonight. It was a great thrill. She had wonderful stories to tell.
It has been a crazy hot week in Halifax. The Pogue Fado was sweltering. After dinner, I got some pictures, and a friend from work saw us, so he joined in on the fun and posed for some pictures as well.
It was a fine, fine evening.
Now, I just have to find the time to transcribe the interviews, all 3 of them, that are on my digital voice recorder. Maybe if I took a week's vacation and locked myself here in my home office and didn't leave except to pee and poo, it would all work out.
I'll have to think it through a bit.
Bevboy
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It has been a crazy hot week in Halifax. The Pogue Fado was sweltering. After dinner, I got some pictures, and a friend from work saw us, so he joined in on the fun and posed for some pictures as well.
It was a fine, fine evening.
Now, I just have to find the time to transcribe the interviews, all 3 of them, that are on my digital voice recorder. Maybe if I took a week's vacation and locked myself here in my home office and didn't leave except to pee and poo, it would all work out.
I'll have to think it through a bit.
Bevboy
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Post 1345 - Tomorrow!
I'm excited, because I'm interviewing a radio person Tuesday night after work.
I have only conducted 2 interviews since my father died in May. Colin and Kate was published just before I began my vacation. During vacation, I interviewed our cottage neighbours, for 4 hours. That will be a magnum opus interview, even if I edit it more than I normally do.
The interview on Tuesday will be with someone from Z103.5, the Beat of Halifax. I must say that the people at that station have been very kind to me. Rob Johnson, Jeff Cogswell and Nikki Balch have all been interview subjects on this here silly blog. Tomorrow, it will be with someone else.
I am looking forward to sharing this interview with you as well.
And, I've been walking around with another interview I conducted nearly a year ago. I feel guilty about not having done more with it, but it's a challenge I will explain at a later time.
Nothing much more to add. I had a burrito for lunch today, and my fear was that I might stink up the joint on account of the presence of beans in my food product. I work with a deaf guy (hi, Elliott), and I like to think that his other senses more than make up for his lack of hearing. I'm sensitive to that to the point where I try not to eat anything untoward around him in case it offends one of his other senses that he has to rely on in order to survive in this crazy world.
I hope he reads this on Tuesdays, when he's back to work, and sets me on the straight and narrow, or confirms my suspicion that his remaining senses are hypersensitive and my decision not to eat a burrito around him was a sound one.
I mean, I'm just trying to be a team player here.
Burp!
Bevboy
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I have only conducted 2 interviews since my father died in May. Colin and Kate was published just before I began my vacation. During vacation, I interviewed our cottage neighbours, for 4 hours. That will be a magnum opus interview, even if I edit it more than I normally do.
The interview on Tuesday will be with someone from Z103.5, the Beat of Halifax. I must say that the people at that station have been very kind to me. Rob Johnson, Jeff Cogswell and Nikki Balch have all been interview subjects on this here silly blog. Tomorrow, it will be with someone else.
I am looking forward to sharing this interview with you as well.
And, I've been walking around with another interview I conducted nearly a year ago. I feel guilty about not having done more with it, but it's a challenge I will explain at a later time.
Nothing much more to add. I had a burrito for lunch today, and my fear was that I might stink up the joint on account of the presence of beans in my food product. I work with a deaf guy (hi, Elliott), and I like to think that his other senses more than make up for his lack of hearing. I'm sensitive to that to the point where I try not to eat anything untoward around him in case it offends one of his other senses that he has to rely on in order to survive in this crazy world.
I hope he reads this on Tuesdays, when he's back to work, and sets me on the straight and narrow, or confirms my suspicion that his remaining senses are hypersensitive and my decision not to eat a burrito around him was a sound one.
I mean, I'm just trying to be a team player here.
Burp!
Bevboy
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Post 1344 - Obligatory Sunday Night Post
Blah blah long day in the Valley blah blah just had a shower and feel human again. Blah blah watching Emmy's blah blah bed time soon blah blah dehumidifier blah cottage blah blah long weekend blah blah back to work tomorrow.
Sister blah blah new dog blah blah Patricia loves it blah blah i like it but like cat better blah blah
Good night.
Blah blah
Bevboy
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Sister blah blah new dog blah blah Patricia loves it blah blah i like it but like cat better blah blah
Good night.
Blah blah
Bevboy
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Post 1343 - A Good Purchase
Another long day. Up early. Discovered my cable box seems to be toast. Drove to the Valley. Bought a dehumidifier for my mother's basement. Installed it. Took Mom and Patricia to the Port Pub for lunch. Took them shopping for the balance of the afternoon.
Washed the dishes tonight. Going to bed shortly, but not until I clean the coffee maker.
A Bevboy's work is never done.
Turns out Greasy Gary has some fans in Baltimore. We played the video of Gary teaching me to speak as Greasy Gary, and James and Becky, our American cottage neighbours, loved it. James got Patricia to do the voice in my absence last week. It has resonated with them.
James would like to take this show on the road as people in East Baltimore have an interesting way of speaking as well. I will ask Gary what he thinks of this idea. It might be fun.
Yeah, a Bevboy's work is never done.
From Bevboy's BlackBerry to BevBoy's Blog!
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