To the powers that be at CNN …

Shut the f*ck up already.  Really.  Your incessant repetition of nothing is so getting on my nerves.  The endless speculation that silencegoes nowhere.  The constant questions.  The meaningless questions.  The ever-growing stream of ‘experts’ who have no answers because there are no answers.  Your relentless prying and probing and the never-ending exploitation of people’s sadness and grief.  Please.  Stop.

Enough already.  Give it a rest.

It’s bad enough when there’s a snowstorm and your poor, unfortunate, frost-bitten reporters are sent hither, thither and yon to freeze their asses off, so you can keep tabs on how high the snow drifts are.  Or when a plane goes down.

You just can’t get enough of the gory details.  Over and over and over and over again you ask what it must have been like to be a passenger on that plane as it spun out of control and it became Continue reading

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Day 352. Beyond Obnoxious!

Okay, enough already. Never has a vagina been under so much scrutiny. World-wide, I might add. I’m speaking, of course, of Monday’s Royal birth. I know Photographers gather in front of the Lindo Wing of St Mary's Hospitalanything to do with the Royals sells newspapers and raises ratings. But come on, give me a break.

Press have been camped outside of the hospital for weeks now. In this economy how can anyone justify the cost of sending, and housing, journalists in the UK for weeks. For what? To be the first to shoot a photo of an infant bundled in a blanket? A photo op that really could be covered by a wire-service photographer.

How sick are we to to be this obsessed?

We’ve lost our minds. And our civility. But the worst of the worst, the network that has brought “invasion of

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Day 67. It’s Debatable

Did you watch the debate last night?  I wasn’t planning to.  The first of the 2012 Presidential debates did me in; and I didn’t think I could inflict another one on myself.  But then, by about 8:00 p.m. I thought, “Who are you kidding?  Of course you’re going to watch.”

It wasn’t essential that I watch.  I’m a political junkie, but I’m not an American.  I don’t have a vote.  I’m not one of the ‘undecideds’, still trying to find a candidate I can believe in, and relate to.  But living in Canada, as I do, does make us close neighbours.  Whoever gets elected will make decisions that impact us.  Plus, if the U.S. continues to ‘hurt’, so will the rest of the world, Canada included, despite the fact that so far, we’ve weathered the storm better than most.  Whither thou goest, in other words.

So, yes, I did watch.  I’m not going to dissect every word that was spoken, though.  First, I’m not qualified.  Second, every pundit on the planet will be doing it, ad nauseum.  But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have something to say.  So here goes:

In my opinion, the clear winner last night was Martha Raddatz.  In case you didn’t watch, Continue reading

Day 53. More Grey

Well, you’re partly right. I did spend some time last night in Seattle. Figuratively speaking, that is. Now you really don’t know what I’m talking about, do you? Or do you?

Come on, ‘fess up. You’re not alone. There’s more than forty million of us.

Grey is no longer just a colour. Probably never will be again. Not since those books took the world by storm. And I don’t mean, just the women folk, either. There may not be a lot of men reading them, but trust me, a whole lot of them are the beneficiaries of their wives and girlfriends reading them. That’s all I’m saying. You figure it out.

So back to last night. My Thursday evening may have taken me to Seattle, but Christian Grey was nowhere in sight. I am not talking about the Fifty Shades of Grey books. Gotcha!

Last night was the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.

It is definitely one of my weaknesses. I should probably be embarrassed to admit this, but I have been known to refuse invitations to go out on Thursday nights, because Grey’s is on. Please try to not hold it against me. We all need to relax and give our brains a rest, from

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