Author Archives: Rob MacD

To those offended by the Quebec musings of Conan’s puppet dog, I say:

Yawn.

I swear to god, this is what I heard last night during Survivor when “Pretty Boy” Probst (so-called by Boston Rob) asked Big Tom what he thought about Jenna abandoning the game in favour of going home to be with her dying mother:

Ahm gamma dohney abrroot atorpin’ betingluh shamoo applain. Tuh dumbah samgamblin’ abrroot muh whole family in a car crash, bin laden samores tadingluh Big Tom for Big Tom.

I swear, that’s what I heard.

On my homepage, myway.com (an excellent commercial/popup free alternative to the more popular yahoo or msn, commercial-filled versions ), I get a daily update on whose birthday it is.

Today is Christina Ricci’s birthday. She was born in 1980. 1980!!!! But she’s a grown-up. That depressed the hell outta me. Then I got more depressed when I realised that probably some people who read this are even younger than that.

I have a hard time grasping the concept that it’s possible that people born during my initial pubic hair-bearing years could possibly have pubic hair of their own now. Was 1980 really that long ago? Shouldn’t someone born in 1980 still be in, I don’t know…junior high, at most? Where did the ’90s go? Aren’t I still ‘just out of my 20s’, even though it’s been 3/4 of a decade since a ‘2’ appeared anywhere in my age?

sigh

At least it’s good to have the hell outta me for a while, even if it was depressed outta me.

Our new fridge is working wonderfully. We had to replace the old one because it couldn’t be trusted to keep things cold, and it would bombinate in the most annoying way.

I am proposing we change the name of the Silverfox curling club in Summerside to the Firefox. Sure, the fox industry, specifically the silver fox industry, has been an important part of our Island history, but that’s history. Let’s be more progressive and name it (or at least something here on the island, maybe the Firefox Tearoom?) in recognition of the wonderful work done by Steven Garrity, Stephen DesRoches and Daniel Burka on the branding design and visual identity of the beautiful new Firefox browser (formerly Firebird).

Well done guys. Even though I’ve never met any of you, I’m now proud (and more happy than ever) to use Firefox as my default browser knowing that some Island boys were so instrumental in its branding design.

Being shy and guarded with my emotions, it can be difficult for me to build a rapport with those people whom I meet casually.

I’ve recently removed a few blogs from my daily reading list. One of them in particular because I thought it to be a miasma of pomposity.

I may have reported here before of my love of The Beatles. It’s boring to say, but they are my favourite band.
One of the problems with being such a huge fan of a musical group or artist, I think, is what I’ll call the ‘Trees for the Forest’ syndrome. By that, I mean that because I know so well every aspect of the songs, sometimes I can be listening to a song but not really hear it. Because it’s so familiar to me, sometimes I take the song for granted, I think, and don’t hear the drums, bass, guitars and vocals for what they are. I hear it from rote, without really paying attention to it.

That’s why it’s great, lately, to be hearing some previously unrelesed or hard-to-come-by Beatles music. Because I know the familiar recordings too well, the differences in these alternate takes, outtakes, etc. can startle me and cause me to hear the songs anew.

A couple of great sources for alternate Beatles songs, and history are found at the NPR site, from a program called All Songs Considered. I watched (although mostly it’s just a couple of guys sitting in chairs, and occasional still photos) one this afternoon called The Birth Of Beatlemania (high speed recommended). It focused on the year 1963 and the path of events that took the Beatles to America. Very interesting to me. The second, which I am going to watch now, has to do with The Lost Beatles and recordings from Let It Be that were stolen 30 years ago and only recently recovered.

If you’re deep into The Beatles like I am, I’ll bet you’ll enjoy them quite a bit.

A new, periodic-to-daily, until-I-get-tired-of-it feature of The Annekenstein Monster will be the Dictionary.com word of the day, used in a paragraph of my creation that somehow relates to something that’s going on in my life.

Today’s word: Hector

This week, there has been quite a bit of talk, on a couple of blogs I frequent, about the word “vagina”. Fortunately, the debates remained civil and nobody attempted to hector another.

My wife’s grandmother, Helen, in her 10th decade, suffered a large heart attack about a week ago. She’d been in the hospital ever since, at times seeming like she’d pull through, at other times seeming pretty frail and showing her age and condition. Upon her being admitted to the hospital, the nurses told the family to expect Helen to not leave the hospital, and so, over the past week, we were expecting death to come. Today at noon It did.
I wasn’t really close to Helen. I liked her and she was friendly enough to me over our 20 years of knowing each other, but in the past few years, I’d only seen her a couple of times. Karyn and Cameron, the church-goers in our family of three, would see her much more often at church.
One of my last memories of her was when she, still living on her own in her own home, invited us to stay for lunch during one of our visits to see her. We didn’t really want to stay but we did. She made us Kraft Dinner. From what I remember, she didn’t have any milk for the cheese mix, so she used a bit of water instead. Unfortunately, she used too much water, and the resulting cheese sauce was pretty weak. Actually, the word ‘weak’ implies much more flavour than what was contained in that dinner. It was, by far, the worst macaroni and cheese I’ve ever eaten.
Still, it was a nice visit, and she was remarkably smart and clear and spright for a lady of her age. And in my 20 years of knowing her, I’ve never seen her angry or unpleasant, and she was always quick to laugh.

She was a pretty religious lady. And even though I am not religious at all… Helen, I hope everything works out for you.