I am a little bit disappointed right now. I was skimming through the daily newspaper, and I came across a review for my favourite comedian, Steven Wright. Apparently he was in Winnipeg on Tuesday night, and I didn't even know about it. It's not even that I'm like that much into going to comedy clubs, but this is one show that I would have loved to see. But I hadn't seen any advertisements for the show, nor did I hear any radio commercials or anything like that. I mean, if it was some pop teen-queen like Britney Spears or something, the media would have been all over it. But here's a guy who is a very famous comedian, and they barely mention it at all. Bummer.

Free at last, free at last! After an entire month in exile, my blog has finally been re-listed on Google. Yay... I'm so excited! And as an added bonus, my logs indicate that somebody just found my site by searching Google for: topless women breast car wash photos. How cool is that? I'm so very proud right now!

Hey cool... I just saw a television commercial advertising Benylin Children's Cough Syrup. Okay, so that isn't the cool part. The great thing is that Benylin is now available in a freezie popsicle format for the kiddies. How cool is that? Drug popsicles! What a fantastic idea. I think they should expand the concept and introduce the drug slurpee, drug chewing gum, drug soda pop, drug breath mints... the possibilities are endless! Oh for the day that I can go into the local Sev and pick up a hoagie along with a codeine slurpee and a package of wackie-weed chiclets. Groovy baby!

The neigbourhood is going to be a little quieter from now on as it looks like my recently incarcerated neighbour will not be returning to his house. Ever since my redneck neighbour was arrested for armed robbery a few weeks ago, the house across the street has been quiet and dark. But now it looks like someone else has moved into the house, so I assume that my former neighbour has been evicted. Now what will I do for entertainment? It was always amusing to be able to count the police cars and emergency response vehicles parked on his driveway, or to see how many parties they could host in one weekend. Oh well, maybe the new neighbour will be a character too. I can only hope!

A study conducted by a pair of British researchers has concluded that there is a formula to happiness. They say that the formula for happiness is: P+5E+3H. "In the equation, P stands for Personal Characteristics (outlook on life, adaptability and resilience); E for Existence (health, friendships and financial stability) and H represents Higher Order (self-esteem, expectations and ambitions.)" It definitely is an interesting concept, but I believe that I have come up with my own calculation for the formula for happiness. My formula for happiness is as follows: $47million=happiness. People always say that money can't buy happiness, but I think that is only because they didn't have enough money. My "research" has concluded that $47million would be the line above which true happiness can be achieved. (Unfortunately, I am currently about $46,999,927.00 short of "true happiness.")

This past weekend, my low-tech Dad bought himself a very high-tech satellite system. A few hours after he had it installed, I received a phone message from him on my answering machine. It went something like this: "Hello? This is your Dad. I need to borrow your axe so I can chop a hole through the ice in the lake because that's where this stupid satellite system is going." But as it turned out, he eventually figured out how the thing worked so he didn't actually need my axe after all.