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Passive Aggressive Sign Language

Rona, as it used to was.

Not far from the friendly confines of Juniorvania, there used to be a Rona store. Careful and attentive readers may remember this store making a cameo appearance in a home improvement saga related to the making of shelves from last year. I think I went in to that […]

Spiritual Advice from Personal Care Products

Live Clean, Sweet Pea!

On the edge of the sink in our bathroom stands a bottle of liquid hand soap.

“LIVE CLEAN,” announces the label. Appearing below the brand name, in slightly smaller type, are the words “Sweet Pea.” I choose to read the label – each and every time I use the bathroom […]

Pierre McGuire: He’s Barking, I’m Mad

I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue: he approaches nearest to the Gods, who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.

– Cato

It ain’t a bad plan to keep still occasionally even when you know what you’re talking about.

– Kin Hubbard

I had the inestimable […]

Class Act Cervidae

In an effort to pay the bills around here, Heroes in Rehab: the blog has decided to run the occasional advertisement. Management has resolved to ensure that the commercial content is tasteful, minimally intrusive and discreet. In addition, we are determined to endorse only those products and services that we here at HiR:tb can in […]

May Day: Let the Chores Begin

Saturday was spent recuperating from the demands of another work week in my usual fashion: in the manner of a cultured and intelligent philosopher king. Specifically, I was camped out on the couch in front of the television soaking in about seven hours of NHL hockey.

Dedicating myself to torpor and sloth meant for the […]

Field and Fountain, Moor and Mountain

I meant to post about this right after Christmas, but I kept forgetting to take the necessary photograph. Once I finally took the picture, the immediacy of the holiday season had passed and I found myself hemming and hawing about whether this was still of interest. Better late than never, says the old aphorism, so […]

Less Moray is More, Eh?

Mike wrote about going to the Birch Aquarium the other day. As is often the case, his post was accompanied by a number of photos he took of the excursion; others that he had taken while at the fish zoo were also posted on his flickr site. I took a few minutes to paw […]

Santa…

…is listening, but confused about the address to which the merchandise should be delivered. In other news, my Mom is ready to knock over a liquor store after leaving the opera tonight.

This Year's Hot Christmas Item: The Mamaclava

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Friday Night Blowout: Old Guy Style

“Snow-mageddon“, the snowstorm of the year, has come and gone as promised. Mother Nature behaved quite civilly, for an old lady throwing a meterological shit fit. ‘Round these parts (he said, hitching his overalls up by the straps with both thumbs) the storm began at a reasonable hour – sometime around 7 or 8 o’clock […]

Introducing Wavy Gravy and Sebastien’s Theme.

In 1998, it somehow happened that my band agreed to write some music – on a volunteer, we can’t pay you for this basis – for a movie that was being directed by a friend of a friend. In truth, I do remember how this arrangement came to pass, but the story is boring, pointless […]