Eclectic Eccentricity

The assorted ramblings of Aunty Bertha - west coast socialist

Thursday, December 21, 2006


It turns out that the old link to Inside the Hotdog Factory didn't work as it should.

I just clicked on it, only to find very explicit photographs that were definitely NOT work safe.

I apologise to anyone who had clicked on the link in my blogroll prior to the fix.


Saturday, December 16, 2006

BC Ferries - Lucifer Hahn

All I can say is that I am disugted that the marketing strategy of a government subsidised monopoly is more important than extending a minor gesture of good will towards the community that helped keep a tragedy from becoming a complete disaster.

When the Queen of the North ran aground last March, the community used their fishing boats to rescue 99 people.

B-C Ferries says naming the new vessel after Hartley Bay did not fit with their marketing strategy.

The new vessel servicing the area will apparently be called the Northern Adventurer.

Northern Aventure is a marketing strategy? If that is the best they can come up with, fire the marketing team NOW! You want to bring people on board - name the ship after Hartley Bay - there is an interesting story behind it. There is history, local history. Northern Adventure means nothing and couldn't be more boring if you tried.

Fuck you, Dave. You are nothing but a soulless asshole. I hope this comes back and bites your ass right off.


Friday, December 08, 2006

There are no words...

I came across this one when I did a search for funny cat.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Russian Tunnel

you've got to wonder what car insurance costs in Russia.

Near the end watch where the second truck comes from.

Cat on a Cold Slick Roof

We sleep on the third floor with the window open.

My cat likes to wander out onto the porch roof to sharpen her claws and sometimes make her way down to the world below for a little night prowling.

One night in the not too distant past, the porch roof was covered in snow for the first time in my cat's history with this house.

2:30 am: I woke to scrabble, scrabble...CRASH...BARK, BARK, BARK!!!

I came downstairs to a broken living room window and a very excited dog.

There were cat prints leading away from the house and no blood, so I took that as a good sign. I went to the doors in case my kitty decided to return. No sign of her.

By the time I had cleaned up glass and covered the window with plastic, it was around 3:30 am and still no sign of my kitty.

It wasn't until the full light of day that we were able to figure out the sequence of events.

The cat went outside and slipped off the roof, hit the window below (breaking it) and landed in the flowerbox. She jumped from there to the ground and took off (to heal her wounded pride, no doubt). It's ok to laugh - she returned home by morning no worse for wear.

The glazier thanked me. In his 16 years repairing broken windows, this was a first. When he saw the job on the board, he was sure it was the result of a snowball fight. Now he has a new story to tell.

The next night we decided not to open the window enough for her to go out anymore. Unfortunately, as Feller was opening the window, cat tried to jump through the opening and hit her head on the window sash. I never said she was a smart kitty. I am sure she is down by a few lives by now.