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The weather outside is...

Well, its been snowing out here. My apartment is hot. I am sitting in my shorts and a t-shirt and I am sweating lots. What's going on in my world? Well, let me give you a random sampling of stuff I can come up with.

Windows Vista, so far is not that terrible. After about 2 weeks, I had to press Ctrl-Alt-Del. It looks different. Maybe I don't use it much, but it works for me. I watched a video on Iran from the American Public Broadcaster PBS's show Frontline. The idea brought on are quite interesting.

Kiefer Sutherland is apparently going to prison on account of drunk driving. It is rather sad I must say when Canadians, and that too notable ones go out and do such things. I mean, think of your family man! Your grandfather, well, he is something else to most Canadians. And yer poor mother!

I ate salmon today. Its not sitting well with me. Some poor MP in Ottawa was blamed of looking at scantily clad women. Turns out it was his dog! Looked like a Gordon Retriever. Heard about that crazy British fellow who was thought lost at sea on his canoe. Then he just walked into prison today apparently. Sounds like he's a fraudster.

I spoke to Dave today. I must say, it is always a pleasure speaking to such a fine person. Morrison told me about the Polar special. Apparently Clarkson and May take a Hilux and Hammond takes a dog-sled. No word on The Stig.

Tasers still seem to be in the news back at home. I wonder what they did prior to these devices... It is unfortunate though that people need to be quitened down by using these devices. I also heard of that fellow who put his daughter in the truck, piped in Carbon Monoxide and effectively killed her. She was apparently severely ill and allegedly in pain. I've wondered, every since I heard that case, what, now 7 years ago now, what was going through that man's mind when he did that. He was not given parole because he showed no remorse. In other words, he still believes that doing what he did for his daughter Tracy was the right thing to do.

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