Chretien mulls smoking pot in retirement. I really will miss the guy when he’s replaced by the Boringest Man in Canada.
So Mikel alerted me to Tribes, a new kind of social software. It’s sort of based on Friendster (which I never really got into). I’ve been playing around with it for the past few weeks and am now developing a minor obsession with it. It has become a novel way to kill time at the office. I started my own tribe for Atlantic Canadians, both of the ex-pat and homebody variety. I’ve also joined up with the YULblog tribe as well.
Take a look. Give it a try.
It’s from the Sun, a London-based tabloid and only uses the word of a former actor as its source, so take it with a grain of salt BUT speculation is growing that Eddie Izzard is the new Dr. Who. Pure fanboy speculation or Casting Coup of the Century? I keep reading Richard E. Grant is the guy but I like this news better.
New addition to the List of People Who Will Be Up Against the Wall When the Revolution Comes:
The guy who’s been whistling Ian Thomas’ Painted Ladies all morning. Thanks for putting that in my head. Arsehole.
I woke up this morning to find out that Johnny Cash died. I had guessed it wouldn’t be long when I blogged about his missing the MTV VMAs and the planned biopic of his life. But really, I knew it was coming when June Carter Cash died last May. His video for Hurt was in a large sense, a goodbye video.
It’s too bad. He was large factor in my decision to take up guitar at the relatively late age of 29.
Pour some liquor out.
Well you wonder why I always dress in black
Why you never see bright colors on my back
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone
Well there’s a reason for the things that I have on
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Livin’ in the hopeless hungry side of town
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime
But is there because he’s a victim of the times
I wear the black for those who’ve never read
Or listened to the words that Jesus said
About the road to happiness through love and charity
Why you’d think he’s talking straight to you and me
Well we’re doin’ mighty fine I do suppose
In our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back
Up front there oughta be a man in black
I wear it for the sick and lonely old
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold
I wear the black in morning for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men
And I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believin’ that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died
Believin’ that we all were on their side
Well there’s things that never will be right I know
And things need changin’ everywhere you go
But till we start to make a move to make a few things right
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white
Oh I’d love to wear a rainbow every day and tell the world that everything’s okay
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
Till things’re brighter I’m the man in black