Author C.P. McClennan

So a guy sets up a web poll to decide the fate of his unborn child... Doesn't sound as funny as a joke about walking into a bar, but this is reality television, folks. Was listening to a replay of a radio discussion from yesterday with my AM 640 Toronto morning guy, John Oakley, and the American punk from Minnesota who has the a fore mentioned website. I am all for pro choice on such things. I don't like it as a birth control, but better that than an ill-treated, unwanted child. Besides, unless the child involved is mine, it is not for me to decide. However, this is the social networking generation and it seems we have finally found a way to trivialize the basic concepts. Choose life or death with a simple click of the mouse...and don't [Read more...]

Football half time was only meant for one thing. No...not beer...that's what the first two quarters are for.  No...not nachos...ditto on the timing of beer. Half time is the point of the football game when the goddess tries to distract you and get you not to watch the rest of the game. Now, this depends on a wide number of factors...who's playing...the score...whether or not she likes football...how much beer the dude has had...her fellatio skills... Although, were I a complete ass, I would say that fellatio should not distract a true football guy's attention from the game.  Of course, it all depends on his torso size and the couple's positioning as to whether or not he can see past her bobbing head...but this hardly seems fair to be an [Read more...]

Didn't want to get up this morning...the doberman finally got me moving with his incessant whining...haven't quite got him trained to feed himself, yet. Call it a hunch but today will be the last day of double digit temps for awhile...ten degree swing (in Celsius) just on the highs between today and tomorrow and they're calling for only about 3 C tomorrow.  The fall is at that point where it has officially become dull...not in the boredom, hum drum sort of way...more in the rainy, overcast and yuck kind of way. BRING ON THE SNOW!  And no more of this pansy shit dusting that is here in the morning and gone by mid afternoon.  I want a good 5 or 10 cms.  The type that you actually have to kick your boots off before getting in the car [Read more...]

"Look at what's happened to me I can't believe it myself Suddenly I'm up on top of the world Should've been somebody else..." - Believe it Or Not, Theme From 'Greatest American Hero (likely written by Mike Post, but not sure and I have forgotten who actually sang it) Just sitting with my youngest watching old episodes of this show that I grew up with. Circa early 80s...everything cold war cliche...hard boiled feds...find the suit, lose the instruction book. Still my favourite bit watching old Ralph Hinkley in his red pajamas and cape...emblem on his chest was found when one of the creators of the show walked in carrying a pair of scissors. It crossed my mind that this show would be ripe for a reimaging...they've tried to bring back [Read more...]

One thing I learned from the X-Files...use vague one word titles and people go bananas with anticipation. And, by the by, bananas is not meant as any sort of innuendo to male genitalia. Also, was listening to a Big Sugar tune earlier the week, Nicotina. They sang this cool line about being the silver dollar to her slot machine... And, I of course know there is no metaphor in this, whatsoever. They meant it purely at face value without any reference to fellatio nor intercourse. Then there is that Master Card commercial that, allegedly, never aired. Something about the girlfriend's father offering to come outside and give the boyfriend a blow job if he didn't stop leaning on the intercom... I don't think that father had a sense of humour [Read more...]