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'Twas the Week After Christmas...

Welcome to my favourite week of the year.

Ever since I left 7-Eleven and resolved never to step out of my home on another New Year's Eve ever again, the week between Christmas and New Year's has been a time of real festive joy for me.
Working in a grocery store means, of course, that the weeks and especially days approaching Christmas are supremely stressful; in the actual week leading up to Christmas, days off are not permitted. But the week between Christmas and New Year's, barring New Year's Eve itself, is the slowest of the year by far, so the time you've banked tends to get paid out then. Between the three holidays and your banked time, you might end up working two shifts in the space of seven days. Ah, luxury.
Now, I haven't been working for the last this year, so it probably seems odd to you that I feel that sense of languid lassitude even more strongly than usual. But I do, because even though I haven't been punching a clock for six months, I have

The Gift of Christmas

Once upon a time, if you asked little Kenny what the most important part of Christmas was, he'd have answered "presents" without taking the time to breathe. Or blink. And a very specific kind of presents, too--the kind he wanted. He was raised better than to throw temper tantrums when presented with gifts it hadn't occurred to him to want, but little Kenny wore his feelings on his sleeve, the same way big fat Ken does, and I suspect a few people were made all too aware that they probably shouldn't have given little Kenny anything at all.

It took far too long for little Kenny to reach the second stage of maturity, the stage that gratefully accepts gifts of need rather than want. (With space allotted for that category of gifts between "need" and "want" them..."weeds".) It can still, I'm ashamed to admit, be very easy to convince myself of the need of a want, and then let the weeds grow and grow until they're neck-high a…

RANT, part 2: Inadvertently Reinforcing My Political Beliefs

Now to what I was going to write about today before this morning's wtf moment intruded.

This one, I'll warn you right off, is boring. There's no way to make it crackle.  It's *intensely* political. These are the blogs my wife doesn't bother to read and I don't blame her. You're excused too. If you want to read a defence of my political beliefs, read on: if you don't, I won't hold it against you!

I am a staunch liberal at this point. Which is not to say I don't have some beliefs that I share with conservatives, and it certainly doesn't mean I believe that people who see the world differently are evil. Misguided--perhaps. Sometimes I might elevate that to "willfully blind", in those who refuse to consider other points of view. But I freely accept that conservatives will say the same thing about me: misguided, willfully blind. Hell, just this morning I was called an idiot.

I draw the line at EVIL, though. When people get to calling me,…

RANT, Part 1

I'm sorry, this one's political and probably long and I'd rather not inflict it on everyone in this merry merry season--Christmas themed blogs coming soon, promise--but I'm angry right now and I need to vent.

Let's start with this. A member of my family, someone I haven't seen in almost thirty years, turns out to have political views that are, shall we say, Fox-y. I mean hard right wing, the kind of man who has no problem calling me a "libtard". (Echoing that famous libtard Pierre Elliott Trudeau, I've been called worse things by better people.)

Anyway, he posted this this morning:

This isn't the first time I've been confronted with the yawning chasm between the way hard-core conservatives see the world and the way I do, but it's been one of the most telling. It's obvious to conservatives that a barbaric act calls for barbarism in return. It's obvious to me that it doesn't.

Because barbarism breeds barbarism. War begets war…

The Book of Mormon

Simply put, one of the best musicals I've ever seen.

Definitely the funniest. Even knowing many of the laughs going in, my face hurt.

I've been waiting to see THE BOOK OF MORMON since it premiered in 2011. This musical, penned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone of South Park fame,  won nine Tony Awards; its cast album is the top selling Broadway recording in over four decades.  Needless to say, I have listened to it several times.

Quite honestly, I wasn't sure I would ever get to pair some visuals with the soundtrack. It's the most expensive ticket in New York right now. A touring company came through Toronto in May of last year and sold out instantly. When I heard about the production arriving at Kitchener's Center in the Square, I admit I pestered Eva. Well, perhaps nagged would be a better word. Let's just say I made her quite aware that this one meant something to me.

The cheapest ticket was almost a hundred bucks. That meant something else to both of us. Turn I…

Things Are Looking Real

Eva's mom told me today that I'm not allowed to post anything in French on my Facebook timeline, since she won't understand it if I do: I'll get a "wtf?" which I'll translate as "what the French".

So of course, upon reviewing the best music of the year on iTunes this evening, a song literally jumped out and slapped me. A French song, naturellement.
I'm going to have to write an attempt at an English translation to this, for my mother-in-law. Warning, there's a solitary dirty word in here.

 Serge Fiori-LE MONDE EST VIRTUEL ("The World is Virtual")

Ken's hopefully semi-accurate English translation:
When I watch a show in the Bell Center (arena in Montréal) I see people everywhere tripping on the show on their cells It's me that's lost but it's not natural The world is virtual
I have my Facebook profile linked to my Twitter The Twitter's linked to my toaster So my English …

Isn't One Person Good Enough?

"If a monogamous relationship breaks up, people never consider monogamy to be ‘the problem’, or take it as proof that monogamy doesn’t work. But they do with polyamory. I suspect this has something to do with the number of myths about polyamory that exist in wider society." -Anne Hunter

Using the paradigm that society accepts, relationships that work do not break up, by definition.

This is not the only paradigm in existence, and it may in fact damage people: all too many marriages stay together, even now, out of some misguided sense that they should...."for the children", "because what will the neighbours say", "because divorce is a sin"...and never mind marriages: other relationships can't and shouldn't be rated on longevity. Someone can have a deep, lasting positive impression on you over the space of a few minutes.

But again using the paradigm that is generally encouraged, if a relationship is agreed to have failed, i.e. not lived up …

In which great quantities of laughing gas are dispensed...

Been a rough week here in the Breadbin, battling old demons and an annoying virus. Eva had the virus first, and I got it as it was clearing up for her. Sore throat, general aches and pains..and a cough.
Thanks to chronic bronchitis when I was a kid, any virus that comes equipped with cough is going to remain in memory long after its every other symptom has faded away. I'm the picture of health now, if you can ignore this hacking cough that will probably persist, if history is any guide, for a week or even two before it finally peters out.  I can get to sleep just fine, but after three or four hours I wake up coughing away....out of deference to my wife, who needs her sleep much more than I do right now, it's led to me keeping some odd hours.
The demons--you don't need or want to hear about them. The battle continues, let's leave it at that for now.
So this blog entry is either going to make you laugh out loud or disgust you. Possibly both. Can I go for both?