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Oh my, oh my.

It was a BEEEEAUTIFUL day here in Ottawa yesterday so we all know what that means. As soon as I got home, the BBQ came out, and beers were cracked.

I hooked up the BBQ in the backyard (which is our second BBQ at the house courtesy of Mike and Carrie’s) and it was all going well until Mike got home and mentioned that he had had problems with it in the past and that flames used to come out from the bottom. I figured I had somehow fixed it until I came back out and the thing was afire near the controls. Swift thinking of my part saved the neighbourhood as I braved my hands getting near the controls to turn it off. I’m making it sound worse than it was. It really wasn’t that bad. But I won’t be using it until it’s fixed.

By the way, there was a half eaten mouse in the yard in front of the BBQ. YUM! I just flung it over the fence at the pizza shop. Hopefully they get a nice topping out of it. Ewww.

Anyhow, my story really revolves around these AMAZING sausages I picked up. These were the ones that are so big, they stick outside the bun. I’ve only had those from the sausage vendors, not in my own home! I could not get over how good these sausages were. I proclaimed to Mike that I would never buy Johnsonville or any other pre-packaged six inch junk any longer. Go big or go home.

Because I was in such a great mood from the sausages (and let’s not forget the new Sam Robert disc I picked up), we called Eric over for an impromptu listening party of the new Jeff Martin album (which is excellent by the way…vintage Tea Party stuff really. Sounds like Splendor Solis and Edges) and popped in the Sam Roberts album afterwards.

All in all, an excellent night and I don’t think that will happen again tonight, but who knows? I heard it’s supposed to go up to 21 degrees today. Holy crap. Perhaps I’ll just get my bike ready to go out.

Well, maybe not this super version of him, but I sure can now!

During the weekend, I brought up the point that I was scanning some photos from the last Palmer Reunion in 1988 and wondered why we haven’t had one since.

Mom mentioned that it’s pretty hard to organize…

After a few bottles of wine and moose meat, I declared that I would be up for the task along with anyone else who would join in this band of merry Palmers.

Dad and his cousin triumphantly declared their allegiance to our quest and we began to think of how to go about it.

In the end, I think it may be a lot of work, but worth it. Also, it’s probably a heck of a lot easier than organizing a wedding. Get 100 people into a room and have a party. What can be so hard about that?

Here’s how I see the plan unfolding:

1. Determine who is interested.
2. Determine where to have it.
3. Book the place.
4. Tell the people.
5. Be there on specified date to attend family reunion.

Voila! Whoa, that’s quite the project plan!

So I’m sure in the next 1 1/2 years you will hear me talk about it in these cyber walls and I will be asking you for guidance all along the way. But with the power of Greyskull, we will have a Palmer reunion.

Onto Step 1: Who is interested? Must get contact names…

Well, I would say that the song is a relative success. We managed to get dad on the accordian for the first time and figured out what buttons he has to push. I believe it will be quite the event once we throw the fiddle and some percussion into the mix next Saturday night.

Enimem files for divorce with his ex-wife yet again. After three months.

Is it just me or was he running out of the creative spark so he realized that he should get back together with his ex then he would have another album’s worth of material to write about?

Classic rock star method. Break your heart, have a solid album.

I recently interviewed a co-op student here in the office about his life in race car driving which we then put up on the youth.gc.ca website.

Take a look here if you’re interested in how one gets into the sport of race car driving (and how they descend into a life in the Public Service!)

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not really into the whole downloading of music illegally.

Of course, I do it from time to time…I won’t lie. But I will say that I probably download 5% of the music I have obtained in a year and the rest I purchase, to support the artist of course.

But what happens when I stumble upon a used CD store and pick up a few discs? Am I supporting the artist then?

I guess not. They’ve made their cash off of the sale at a major retailer. Someone has already paid their dues to the artist and now I am paying my dues to the used album dealer.

Should I feel bad about this? If I really feel strongly about the artist, but buy used CDs, why don’t I just go ahead and download the albums that I see in the used store? Like a bunch of Beatles albums…I haven’t bought a new one yet. I only scour used CD stores for them…so essentially I’m waiting to get a used album when I can just download it.

At the very least, I can attribute the hunt to it.

I don’t know who would win…they both look like killer flicks.

Will Ferrell’s new one -> http://sonypictures.com/movies/talladeganights/site/index.php

Jack Black’s new one -> http://www.nacholibre.com/

Pros for Ricky Bobby: It has Will Pharell.

Pros for Nacho Libre: It has Jack Black AND was made by the creator of Napolean Dynamite.

http://www.toshiba.ca/web/link?id=2200

Toshiba’s TERRE program takes your old laptop (aka, the paperweight) and disposes of them properly (as in, they don’t throw it into a landfill where toxic chemicals can leak out) and in disposing of your laptop, they’ll give you a 128MB USB Stick free.

You have accomplished something that is not an easy feat Toshiba, you have impressed the Palmer.