I think I gloried too much in the beautiful weather last week. Since Sunday it's gotten progressively colder and windier all week. This morning it's sunny and cold.

"Clear as a bell and cold as hell," as my uncle Ed used to say.

Normally, spring pollen (which can be savage to those affected by it here in Memphis) doesn't bother me. Nor does rapidly changing weather. Combine the two, though, and I've been snorting and blowing all week long. Combine that with my foot, which has started hurting again in the last few days, and I'm one big miserable wad of a man. Last night I went to bed at ten (ten!) on a Friday night to escape the horrible sinus headache that kept me pinned to the couch during Nash Bridges.

By the way, I don't care what anybody says. I like Nash Bridges. Don Johnson and Cheech Marin have an easy, old-pals chemistry and the show itself is of the funny, action-packed variety not seen much anymore since Miami Vice, which made all cop shows strive for an atmosphere-drenched realism. It's a hoot, watching Don Johnson call everybody "Bubba" and shoot bad guys indiscriminately. Somebody agrees with me on this, too, 'cause the freakin' show has been on for years in that same time slot on Friday night.

Go ahead, admit it. You watch it too, right?

Sonya got a video yesterday, full of Placebo highlights, her current band-as-obsession. The coolest bit: them playing Twentieth Century Boy with David Bowie at the Brit Awards. If an old rocker is going to take you under his wing it might as well be Bowie. Personally, I think Bowie is the only musician out of that generation who still makes decent, relevant music. Over, say, the last ten years whose work would you rather listen to: Bowie, the Rolling Stones or Paul McCartney? Easy answer, right?

Anyway, this video came from Canada, and mixed in amongst all the clips from MuchMusic are Canadian commercials. These are, for the most part, just like American commercials. But there is one...

It's got the loud voice you expect from tractor-pull commercials, right?

"Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Air Canada Centre! The Toronto Super Snowcross! Two-hundred tons of real snow! Imported from the Northwestern Territories! The first all indoor all-snowmobile competition ever!"

I watched this, bug-eyed. "My god," I whispered, "they're stereotyping themselves! Certainly this was never meant for viewing outside of Canada. They might as well be eating Canadian bacon and drinking Molson."

"And saying 'eh,'" Sonya added wisely.

So I'm on this mailing list, right? And this list, for its own inscrutable reasons, has been discussing Girl Scout cookies. I figured it was time for me to weigh in on the subject...

You know, kids, I was a cub scout once upon a time, but they kicked me out.

Why, you ask?

'Cause I ate all the brownies.

I just love that joke!

Surprisingly enough, I've received not one response to this post. In fact, traffic on the list has been slow ever since I posted that. Perhaps they're all in committee, discussing my impeachment.

Today's plans: the salon for Sonya, PetCare and Bookstar for me, then shopping, a formal wedding out in the suburbs, and Dash Rip Rock at the Hi-Tone tonight. It's a big Saturday!

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