kettlebell purchase

I stopped off at Fitness Warehouse at lunchtime today. Picked up a 16 KG (36lb) Russian Kettlebell. You may recall that I touted the virtues of the kettlebell in one of my original posts on the blog - so I thought it was high time to see what all the fuss my friend Dave was making about it was actually true or not.

I plan on adding two 20 minute kettlebell workouts to my current regime. Here are some of the exercises. They look kinda crazy, but I'll give it a shot. I need a little variety in my workouts these days, so hopefully the kettlebell will fill the void.

I'll let you know how it goes.

new content providers not providing content, summarily dismissed

Recently added to this blog's staff, Messrs Jamie Boyes, Jeremy Boyes, and Paul Glennon (who, it should be noted, only wanted to appear on this blog as a guest contributor from the get-go) have had their content submission privileges revoked in a fit of editorial rage, without warning. While there may be no just cause for their dismissal, the editor reserved the right to revoke contributor's rights a his whim. It should be noted that only Paul provided any content, in any form to this blog since privileges were granted on November 13, 2003.

I trust that there will be no further prodding, poking or additional form of harrassment regarding the generation of fresh blog content from this point forward.

Note that none of the persons named here actually asked to become contributors to the blog. They merely complained when fresh amusement was not present at this site when they so desired.

government gives to keep f1 in montreal

Why? Why are we paying to keep a Formula 1 race in Montreal, but in the past the Canadian government is loathe to step up to help Canadian hockey teams?

Where's the big stink from taxpayers over this? Why aren't we as ticked about this as we would be if this kind of taxpayer money was going to keep an NHL team in Canada? What's more important culturally? Hockey, or a Formula 1? I would argue neither should get government cash, but I bet if we were forced to choose, we'd choose something had some level of cultural significance.

superpet

After hearing a commercial for SuperPet on the radio yesterday, Matthew accurately pointed out that in French, SuperPet would mean SuperFart. Matt kept asking if we could go to the SuperFart store, resulting in many laughs from Dad.

Don't know where that kid gets his sense of humour. Hmm.


PS: Hey, Hoof Hearted?

a fine fine site

From the studios of mjink, behold http://www.koan-it.com. A corporate site redesign project completed yesterday. Simple, clean, effective. Perhaps mjink has a future of some sort.

hockey night observations

I had the pleasure (!?) of accompanying Jamie and Jeremy, along with their father Trevor, to the Ottawa Senators versus Montreal Canadiens jeux de hockey on Samedi soir a le Centre Corel. Prior to attending the game, we dined on the finest salmon and beef that money could by, at the Houston's-like Baton Rouge restaurant in Kanata. Baton Rouge, or "Red Stick", as loosely translated by JB the Elder, proved to be a fine establishment for the he-man meat eaters among us.

Here's some reading you can do on how Baton Rouge, the city in Louisiana, got it's name. Seems to be an appropriate name for an establishment of this ilk.

While the game produced nothing of note, JB the Younger to me to watch out for an amazing phenomenon - lovely young ladies, dressed up for a night on the town, accompanied by ill-mannered ball-cap / visor wearing oafish boyfriends sporting poor footwear and the team-jersey du jour. Amazing!

no caps in blog titles

From this point forth, Paul, who is touting the vagueries of employing spelling practises based on his documented yet dubious British lineage, will be asked to conform to using all lower case characters in his blog titles.

I apologize on to the readership on behalf of Paul and his lack of awareness on this matter.

Sincerely,

The Editor

new content providers abject failure

To this point in the new supercallabloggeriffic content team era, fresh content is hard to come by. Perhaps this is due to my dauntingly witty yet sophmoric posts that have intimidated my writing bretheren to such a state that they cannot put finger to keyboard.

That, or like myself, Jamie, Jeremy, and Paul (who is outscoring the Boyes brothers in posts by a socceresque margin of 1-0 since last week) have realized that finding the time to post to the blog is not like falling out of bed - something which, if I may point out, Jamie has yet to master.

It's no picnic up top, is it fellas?

enforced british spelling (previously "Enforced British Spelling")

When Mike invited me to contribute, I wondered aloud if he worried about the acute change in editorial content this might entail. He explained that he'd be able to delete anything I posted. I'd be more of a recurring character than a regular cast member - the Minnie Driver to this blog's Will & Grace. Am I comfortable with this analogy? There's no right answer to this.

The British spelling of my user name, is not due to my any anglophile pretensiousness (though it's not beyond me), but the "k" version of paul_the_sceptic was unavailable. Odd. I shall not sleep for many nights wondering what my yankophile doppleganger is posting somewhere.

new content providers added to supercallabloggeriffic

Paultheskeptic, JB (elder), and JB (younger), have been asked to join the subercallabloggeriffic staff as of today.

Golly I hope they accept! Seriously though, I know that you will enjoy their insight and wit.

Just think, with all of the sparkling talent about to come on board, you'll be sure to find something moderately interesting to read here.

Or not.

senators off message

From paultheskeptic: Reading your recent post on Spartacat, I was struck by how unclear Ottawa Senators branding is. Their team name is Senators, but instead of a toga clad laurel wearing middle aged plutocrat, they sport a rather miffed looking military fellow on their crest - a centurion perhaps? Their mascot is named Spartacat, presumably a "clever" play on the name Spartacus, the Thracian slave who lead a slave revolt against the Roman republic. Why would the Centurions/Senators have a rebel slave as their mascot. Or is this an attempt to show how oligarchies subvert and exploit their slaves.

Perhaps I don't give the Centurions enough credit. I'd be tempted to believe this if their arena hadn't originally been called the Palladium and was still on Palladium Drive. The real Palladium isn't even a building, it's a picture of Pallas Athene, but the Palladium was kept in a building, the temple of Vesta - Goddess of the Hearth. The inhabitants of the temple weren't senators, centurions or slave revolt leaders though. They were vestal virgins, young women who were kept busy tending the sacred fire and dusting the sacred artifacts like the Palladium, presumably to stop them from falling prey to Roman bad boys like Spartacus who would like nothing better than to carry off a few vestal virgins on his Vespa.

It's this Palladium link-up that makes me think that the team needs to realign it's branding and change the name to the Ottawa Vestal Virgins.

son's head devoured by cat-like mascot

I took my son Matthew to an Ottawa 67's hockey (fight) game yesterday. The game was at the Corel Center, and you could sit down in the richy-rich seats for 10 smackers. Same seat for les Senators would be at least 10 times that.

Anyway, about mid-way through the third period, Spartacat, aka Sparty, managed to engulf my son's head with his furry jowls. To Matthew, this was the highlight of the day. That, and the half-dozen dukes that went on during the hockey game. Junior hockey is so stupid. Too much testosterone, too much that these kids think they have to prove.

But, fighting is up 18 percent in the NHL this year. You can watch some hockey fights here.

hoof hearted

Go ahead, say it out loud again. It's the comedy of exhaustion!

passat-driving chicken

I was driving around on Friday afternoon when a chicken pulled up next to me at an intersection. I thought that was quite odd. A full-on San Diego-esque chicken, driving a Passat. Weird.

It wasn't until I saw Dracula going though the drive-thu at Tim's did I remember that Friday was October 31st, Halloween. Then, and only then, did the Passat-driving chicken made sense.

i have changed the name of this blog

For no specific reason, I have changed the name of this blog. I always think it's because I don't think I am as clever or smart as the next person that I cannot settle on a name for the blog / car to drive around / golf club to hit off the tee / pool or spa for the backyard. But, perhaps I am as clever and as smart as others. That's it. I'm changing the name of the blog. supercalabloggeriffic it is. For now.