I really enjoyed working on Chub Creek 43 - Don't freeze the iRiver or the Gerbils with Gary this weekend. What a lot of bloody work it is though. I always get the feeling we've gone too far and taken up too muhc of our lives doing the show and even worse, that Gary is going to one day say, "Dave, I've had enough of this shit. It's too much work". But that day hasn't come for some reason and I'm very grateful for that.

Chub Creek has provided me (and I dare say gary) with so much pure joy and satisfaction that at this point I really can't imagine life without it. Does that surprise anybody? Do you have the same experiences with your podcasts? If you have no idea what I'm talking about click the link above and have a listen to what happens when two guys who know each other really well and who happen to have a lot of stupid crap in common put their heads together for a weekend. It was really fun.

I did end up with a rehash of the old regret I used to feel for all the old crazy times we had when Gary and I were kids. Growing up together on the farm was a lot of fun, but it was hell on the local wildlife. Frogs, bugs, fish, groundhogs, even gerbils had to deal with the horrifying experiments Gary and I had in store. Those were the days of laughter and feelings of being carefree. We had so much fun, but we were so cruel to the little, helpless creatures of our world. I still feel that even though I regret it all now and that I've more than made up for my bad Karma in my adult life, mother nature will have the last laugh. Ah well. Enjoy life while it's here, and be kind to the animals.

If anybody can tell me how to edit the code on this blog so that that stupid "hidden" comments link stops being hidden I'd appreciate it. I can't figure out how to make it go away. If you don't know what I mean try moving your cursor over the number beside the title of each post and the word "comment" appears. All it really serves to do is ensure nobody knows there is a comments link. But there is one. Honest. It's an inVIIIIIsible comments link.

To hardcore Coronation Street fans, this isn't really news, but for the rest of you it's probably worth a laugh. Ian Mckellan, who played Gandalf in the Peter Jackson feature films, the Lord of the Rings, has joined Coronation Street for a few episodes. His part is very funny. He plays a famous writer who has come to the dreaded "writer's block" part of his career. To help this, he claims he's come to the Weatherfield area to absorb the struggle of the working man and get in touch with his roots so he may finish his masterpiece, "The Canary's Last Song". In each episode he digs deeper and deeper into the hearts (and pockets) of the bookish Coronation Street characters, such as Norris, Emily, Rita and several others. His dialog is very funny, and reminds you of the way he spoke in LOTR, with those flourishes of grand, Middle Earth dialect, only while wearing thick, seventies style glasses and an old cordeuroy jacket. But instead of warnings about dark times and soliloquies of inspirational breadth, this time he speaks "snob" and quotes elaborate lines of literature in the most mundane of settings. Ken, the most bookish of all the Street characters sees through all this right away, and in the end exposes him as the con artist he is. Very funny stuff, and worth catching in the re-runs if you can.

Gandalf was by far my favourite character in LOTR, and Ian played him flawlessly. In fact I'd go so far as to say he seemed to lift Gandalf directly from the pages of the books. Truly it was wonderful to watch on the big screen and afterward I felt like I had just spent three hours visiting an old friend. It was good to see old Gandalf having a little fun with my other friends on Coronation Street. Here's to you, Ian the white.

You know there's one thing I love to talk about, and that thing is knitting. Oh, if I could have a few hours in front of an audience just to talk about what I'm really, truly passionate about, I'd wear out the microphone. Have you ever spent a day where all you wanted to do is knit and knit and knit? Me too. If only I could have a dollar for every hour I've spent with those pointy needles whizzing amongst each other so fast smoke began to waft from them. Of couse I'm joking and I know absolutely nothing about knitting. But could somebody please knit me a toque? My head is so big that I just can't find one that fits. Also after watching Brenda Dayne's Cast-On podcast for knitters rocket up the charts, I thought maybe I could get some of that action for this blog... I think that calls for a sheepish grin.

Eggs are so good. Do you like them? For some reason I just can't wake up during a weekday early enough to make myself a good breakfast, and somehow I think that if I could, and if I made myself a nice breakfast with eggs, it would make all the difference.

For Christmas I received from Kathy's mom a very neat little plastic device that allows you to crack an egg in it, and cook it in the microwave in thirty seconds. Thirty seconds!! I think that's pretty hilarious. Put that together with Schneider's bacon that's ready in five seconds, some instant coffee, and you've got yourself a meal. That would be one time you'd really be pissed off how slow your toater really is.

Anyway on Monday I'll be trying this out with the last two or so minutes I have before I'm running out the door. Wish me yolk. Okay that doesn't really work.

I'd forgotton how addictive blogging is. One thing I love to do is put stupid photos in a blog. I have a collection of crazy creatures that washed up on the shore after that mega psu.. sue... pess.. pssu... tidal wave. It was tragic and horrific and all that, but after all that had sunk in these photos surfaced. They were photos of creatures that became beached when the water all went away. Some freaky things swim in the oceans, and this one with the sad eyes is the oddest living thing I think I've ever seen. Aaaanyway... haha. I've decided I'm going to be saying haha in these blogs just the same way I do when I'm chatting with Gary. There's something about using a chuckle in conversational writing. Nothing else puts across the same image. At least nothing in my gargantuan grasp of the English language.

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I'm sitting here listening to my favourite podcast, Marvin Suicide. I've already used up the recent episodes, so to get my fix I've gone back and downloaded a whole whack of the old stuff. I've never done that before and I'm not sure why. I've talked about that on the show before, but never quite nailed exactly what it is that stops us from wanting to hear old podcasts, even ones we love. I have a feeling it's something to do with a sad feeling you get listening to something that has long past. At least that's the way EYE see it. Sorry I just wanted to put this picure in there of my eyeball and couldn't think of a segue.

How the hell do you spell segue anyway? Is it segue or segway. I think segway is that bike with only two wheels. I'm really writing stream of consciousness right now because I want enough text to wrap cooly around that photo. I hope you're enjoying this effect. It really is costing me stress though, because I work in constant worry that my iMac will just shut off, as it has been doing for quite a while now and that would really piss me of if it happened right in the middle of my

Just wondering how badly I've screwed up this template

Time to start writing again. I haven't written just for myself in a very longe time if ever, and I'm not sure I'm capable of it at all, really, but I'd like to give it a try. Okay let's do the "try the template out" thing and get this fine tuned. Blogger is pretty simple.