Monday, March 12, 2007

Revenons à la bataille

I know. It was the kind of absence that would make even the laziest public servant scoff.

So now that I'm reactivated, hopefully I'll get this thing fired up in an interesting way.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

In a word: yikes.

this is an audio post - click to play

UPDATE: Yup. I'm pretty sure this is not the future of blogging.

Yeah, I know it was last week

but it's worth repeating.

During the State of the Union speech, Dubya poo-poo'ed those who would poo-poo the sitchiation in Iraq:

Hindsight alone is not wisdom, and second-guessing is not a strategy.
(Applause.)

My sister Carly served up the following retort: "Yeah. How about first knowing - instead of second guessing? Asshole."

All I can say is, totally.

Monday, February 06, 2006

seeking: one limo driver and one Montmartre apartment

Diane Ablonczy is out (as is Jason Kenney and James Moore). I guess the shrill is gone.

Tony Clement, however, is the new health minister. Apparently being an also-ran does have its benefits. And did you see that devil-may-care hair? Maybe that comes with pulling off a win by a mere 28 votes. Razor-thin margin, floppy coif, cabinet post: methinks Clement is the new Pettigrew.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

"Moi always knew that Moi was destined for le top"

Now that McKenna and Tobin are out of the running for le top spot with the Liberals, is McPiggy in?



During the 2004 Conservative leadership bid, I conjured up a random conspiracy theory about Tony Clement (who, did you know, was born "Tony Panayi"? Yep. Greek-Cypriot father. Interesting, eh? Can't wait to use that the next time I hear someone talk about him as an Italian, as I heard many times over the election: "Clement...yeah, it's Italian. It was probably Clemenza, y'know, like from The Godfather." Yeah. Juuuust like The Godfather).

Anyway. You might recall that he took only 9% of the vote, but that was enough to undercut Belinda's bid for the job. At the time I had this idea (er, random conspiracy theory) that Harper's Ontario dudes convinced Tony to run to split the Ontario vote.

Wonder if Tony will get a seat in the cabinet?

But I digress.

If Belinda runs to lead the Liberals, I'll have to work on a new RCT related to Belinda-blocking. I'm sure John "Beeker" Manley will figure into this commedia della politica soon enough.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

The shrill is gone

It will come as no surprise to you, dear reader, that I will not be sorry to see Anne McLellan leave government. After all, this is a lady who was Deputy PM mainly because she was from Alberta*, handling a file - "public safety" - at a time when a certain number of Canadians were systematically plucked from their work/homes/flights and taken to be tortured by other countries. Then there's that trademark McLellan voice and short-breath cadence. Landslide Annie's way of taww-KING! [inhale!] to re-PORTERS! [inhale] could drive anyone to invest in a pair of earplugs, if not a pair of Johnnie Walker's.

Hence, the shrill is gone.

..or is it?

With very few women in the CPC caucus, the safe bet is on Rona Ambrose and Diane Albonczy to snap up prominent positions in da cab. I've got nothing against Rona Ambrose - in fact, I think she's a quite capable MP and I'm told, a hard worker to boot. But listening to Diane Albonczy's nails-on-blackboard wailing sends me into Krameresque epileptic convulsions. I have a feeling I'm going to have to keep the Lorazepam handy during Question Period.

*not that there's anything wrong with Alberta. It's a lovely place, and deserves to be represented. It just that geography should not be the single distinguishing qualifier for major cabinet postings, y'dig?

Gung hay fat choy, eh?

Nice one, Harpy. He spoke three, count 'em, three languages in his first press conference since the election. Not bad for a guy who has only travelled to destinations serviced by Air Transat.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Places everybody, places

So it's rehearsal time at the ---- Broadcast Centre.

Graphics look great.

Lighting rocks.

We've got a cool team.

Lotsa Canadian flags. A little too sponsorshippy for my tastes, but what are you going to do.
There are also a bunch of Ghosts of PMs past - giant expressionist-style poster illustrations of old Prime Ministers all through the building.

And everyone is kinda stoked that we'll get to announce a new party that wins. Even if they're not into the new party. Like when you get a new outfit at Winners for a great price, but can't really decide yet if you want to put it into heavy rotation.

What's interesting is that nobody around has an appetite to do another election again for a while - but neither is there much of an appetite for a majority this time around.

So there you have it.

I'll check in after PM Harpy gives his acceptance speech.

Oh yeah. That reminds me. I've gotta come up with a better nickname for our new overlord. And for all you three readers out there: feel free to suggest a new nom de guerre.

Friday, December 30, 2005

blowout sale on all 2005 stories

Corinne and I say that 2005 has been a banner year for funny discovery and, in the immortal words of Don Henley, takin' it to the limit.

Seems everyone had something weird or awful or wonderful happen to them this year. So if you've got juicy tidbits you want to share as a part of a pre-2006 purge, kindly share them with your blogconfessor. Anonymity guaranteed, of course.

Corinne sez: waaait a minute. Aren't you supposed to divulge juicy tidbits? Isn't that what a blog is supposed to be about? like...maybe you met the love of your life in ahhhh...kandahar? or maybe you went looking for the love of your life in ahhhhhhhhh....sweden? why not...it's love in the time of cholera...i mean love in the time of bird flu.

'Aight. She's got a point.

Details to follow....

(so maybe you got cholera/avian flu/the luuurve bug this year...we want to hear it! send your stories - no bories! to us at insouciante)

UPDATE: oh yeah. Re. the Sweden. Let me clarify: I went looking for the love of my life, and returned instead with an awesome Burberry sweater at 70% off, a Kurdish accent to add to my roster of impressions, and the ability to drive stick shift. Not exactly true love, Ms. Kandahar, but pretty good nonelessless, non?