Welcome to the web version of animal drawings on cave walls. Nothing fancy here. My internet parameters to this point have been largely confined to surfing for hockey scores and pornography, so generating my own content is a work in progress. Most of what you'll find here is a random series of thoughts, opinions and ideas, occasionally explored in some depth, but more often than not abbreviated by the pressing demands of my two year old daughter. ("Daddy...poo.")
So, at the risk of repeating myself (again) for anyone who's been following me on Twitter or Facebook, here's a brief synopsis of what's gone on since I walked the radio plank:
-have received promisorry notes totalling more than $20 million from dormant accounts in Burkina Faso and Cote d'Ivoire in exchange for personal banking data. God takes care of those who can't take care of themselves.
-considering applying for work at CBC, pending surgical procedure(s) to become a differently-abled African Canadian lesbian dwarf.
-tried to get out of laundry duty by citing "creative differences." No takers.
-threw out my shoulder emptying the dishwasher, underscoring the urgency of using newfound free time to get back in shape.
-came to the mathematical conclusion that if each of my Facebook friends and Twitter followers bought me lunch, I could eat for 15 months. (that's now up to 17 1/2 months).
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I can't get over the amount of support I've received since resigning as co-host of the morning show on CHOM January 1st. I consider this blog a pretty good test of whether there's still an audience out there for me, or if - as someone in a position of influence supposedly remarked after I left - I'll be forgotten in 48 hours. That was 264 hours ago, by the way.