It's too late now, jackass

As we look forward to our very own rightish wing government, I feel that a few words about this are called for. To begin with, I'd like to lambaste the non-voters. Who the hell do you think you are, 36% of Canada's eligible voters? And where were you yesterday? Flu? Out of the country? Car broke down? What I'm getting at here is that in Canada we take our government for granted. We say things like, "It won't change my life that much", or "Don't blame me, I voted for Kodos".

Well I've got news for you. It will, and I voted for Kodos too. Didn't seem to help much. Even if we had proportional representation, Kodos wouldn't have enough seats in parliament to have a real voice anyway. All I have left to cling to is the fervent hope that having a minority government will hamper the more rabid elements of the Conservative party.

Welcome to our brave new world.

Merry Fuckin' Christmas

It snowed last night here in Vancouver. The snow was light and fluffy, and it reminded me of time spent well with friends and family. I stayed up quite late playing in the snow, slept for a couple of hours, and showed up two hours late for work. My shoulder hurts, my head hurts, my feet hurt, my legs hurt. This is why I don't play in the snow any more. It's fun while the snow flies, but the aftermath is just too much for me.

Stolen hats

I hesitate to have two photo posts in a row, but this was just too good an idea to pass up. To those of you whose hats I have stolen over the years, may I say; word.

Good job

I have to say it. Even after all the lead-up, all the signs, and all the hoopla, I'm still surprised to be an uncle. There's a vague sense of accomplishment associated with that, despite a total contribution of zero effort on my part. The baby is beautiful. Her name is Peyton Briar Rybuck-Marshall. Here is a picture of her, and one with her parents, who look pretty impressed with themselves.