I'm sorry I didn't write over the weekend. I wasn't feeling well. Well, that, and I spent many hours watching "Making a Murderer" on Netflix. You must watch it.
Today's picture was inspired by my friend Robert Collins, a regular Blog reader, who comments on nearly every blog post, usually minutes after I've written it. He had won a Stephanie Domet bobblehead from CBC radio. Rather than have it collect dust at his home, and have his wife
I have been outspoken about Stephanie Domet. I have to respect and acknowledge that she had her fans. I was not one of them. When I think about the talented broadcasters at the local CBC who are underutilized, who fight to get any airtime at all, for Ms. Domet to clutter the airwaves with her brand of broadcasting seemed like a horrid waste to me. Gimme Jackie Torrens. Gimme Carmen Klassen. Gimme Louise Renault, moved over from Information Morning, and into her own full-time radio show.
Stephanie's lasting contribution to the lexicon will probably be the phrase "storm chips", the kind of snacks one should stockpile for Nova Scotia winters when it is foolhardy to venture outside, on days when Netflix beckons like a dead relative standing in a far off light. It is not a bad way to be remembered.
The phrase took off. Now, you can buy actual storm chips. And other people have come up with storm wine and storm beer. I wonder if storm heroin is available from your local drug dealer.
Anyway, Robert gave me this bobblehead, and it seemed to me to be appropriate to pose with it for a Christmas tie photo, or nine.
I hope you like them.
I plan to write another blog post later on today. I can fill in a few pieces to the story about the postal worker who got the letter to Santa and how he spent the next 22 years trying to find out who wrote it. Stuff the CBC hasn't reported that makes the story all the more interesting.
See you then.