Mike DeWolfe : The Daily Edition

April 4th / 5th - Emptied our storage locker. We started filling it when Mitt Romney was the frontrunner for the Republican ticket-- Mitt... I don't why a German looking and sounding guy didn't get the nod. Germans and power go together like PB and J. At least I have my shorts back for this summer. April 10th - The crosshairs. In a 20 minute span: unloaded the truck of sod. Kneel before Sod! worked on the Yoga site. Namaste Motherfrakkers. did a conference call picked up helmets for a painting project. One of them had scuff marks from where the helmet did it's job (funny). April 11th - Worked on the e-commerce for a Yoga site. If you doubt that offshore development is lousy, try editing some of it. We also separated that truck full of sod from its soil. What a fruitless and stupid venture-- but at least we made these awesome white trash potato planters out of tires and sod. Sod! April 12th - Easter Sunday-- Kiddo's egg hunt followed by dinner at my Mom's. Lots o

Wifey asked " Why are Zombies so hot these days. " Here's my theory: Drugs and The Internet. The Internet In the 1960s in North America people would protest and scrap for anything. I qualify the 1960s and North America-- because protesting and fighting is alive and well everywhere else. Here, we are now quiet-- things happen through mobs that are crowdsourced: opinion surveys, flash mobs and "public opinion". The faceless crowd rules but the passion and humanity is washed out of the equation. We don't take things into our own hands. When a drug addict harasses you or menaces you, you're more likely to move out of harm's way instead of dealing with the offense head-on. In my last confrontation with one of them, I said, "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!" and it backed off. Direct confrontation is now the exception to the rule. Drugs Crack-heads, stoners and those who are pumped full of anti-depressants to the point where life is a montone. Swa

We are having a garage sale this weekend! The traditional rigamorole for doing a garage sale is to prep your stuff and then go down to the newspaper (the Times-Colonist). You are supposed to stand in a line-up of advertisers and wait for the first available window. Place your ad and people will come in droves. Hooray! Today, I went to the Classifieds department of the TC. There are two wickets for classifieds-- one was closed. The other one had the only other customer there: an elderly woman showing off pictures of her cats. Eventually, she figured out that I was waiting and she took her cat pictures home. I stepped up. I wanted my ad to simply read the address, what we're selling and the hours. Nope. They gave me three lines to say what I wanted, but they insisted-- INSISTED-- that the ad starts with "Victoria." The "Victoria" ads are all lumped under a sub-heading of "Victoria", so why have line-after-line repeat the same phrase? I said, "That&

Tonight we were finishing up gardening in the front yard (re-purposing some tires into raised beds, but I digress). Kiddo noticed some plumes of black smoke coming from a couple blocks over. I grabbed a camcorder and headed out. Pandemonium-- people on the street and police/fire trucks closing in. Eventually the old media people showed up and started rolling their cameras. It's kind of sad that this fire caught up (almost all house fires are sad, but this one had all of these funky add-ons and metal work, so it was a unique part of the neighbourhood). I was a little sheepish about shooting this video as I was standing beside the mortified and now homeless people from the fire. I was reminded of a fire that hit my extended family several years back. That was an overall messy affair. The fire originated in the room of a careless smoker who said that it couldn't be her. After the fire, the landlady came in later and planted evidence-- it was rich: there whole room was a black char