If you think I have gone mad, I'd say the above accidental blogger picture of Australin fauna would, uh, make you, uh, cassowary to the fact. But the above, is, I think, an emu.
Ah, if we knew what the emu knew. Today, I feel somewhat bird-brained. (Pam from Australia took the picture, and she does have an eye for the important moment).
What up, Roo?
Let's go to the hop!
For me, this has really has been a day of "tie me kangaroo down, Sport."
I am definitely off my roll.
Ventured back into journalism and they kicked my ass.
Ah well, when you make yourself a target, somebody is going to throw a stone..
They no- like what I wrote.
I think I see howls of protest all over the pages of the Newmarket Era-Banner.
Reminds me of my days in theatre.
I was sort of the director's whipping boy.
Every so often, the director would take me to one side and call me prick.
"Hey, I knew that. Now teach me something.
So in effect, the letters in the Newmarket Era-Banner are calling me a prick.
I did a story on overly- loud commuter train horns. And their point was that loud horns actually scoot pedestrians off the level crossings-- is moot. Somebody threw herself under the wheels anyway, despite loud horn, flashing lights and trembling wim-wam gates.
Seems that every PR man and woman of Canadian National Railways was mobilized to shoot me down. Why did you have to print that whistle-blow story now, at the worst possible time? We say all that claxon noise clears the track.
Well, not quite.
Jeesus. I think a chip hit me in the eye.
I guess when you make $120,00 a year just for public relations, you don't let a fuzzy-eared freeelance journalist criticize any aspect of your operation....I sing his song whose bread I eat.
How dare the unemployed punk knock the railroad?
It did hit a nerve with me though. I bruise facts. Fact bore me. I set them down in a perfuctory manner. "Dog bites man", when Imean to say "Madman bites dog."--inversions like that can sure trick your story. Ah, if you knew what he emu knew!
Some of my friends are dyslexic. "Is there a dog?" they sigh.
No wonder the great philosopher Immanuel Kant decided one day to shoot himself.
He had postulated:
(You have this notion about something.
You finally prove it thorough the scientific method....That makes it 'a posteriori).
Well, my critics in the newspaper world are certainly giving it to me an 'a posterori.
Got three critics on me.
Like the submarine captain in the movie" Gray Lady Down", I feel like a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.
Well, like they used to say, when I edited an undergroung newspaper ( not as good as the old Georgia Strait out of Vancouver) :
--"If the bastards can't take a joke, pee on them."