Good lord, another week in the bag. As of Wednesday, we could use our car again no thanks to all the asshats who’ve been clearing their driveways by dumping their snow in the streets. My offer to the Vancouver Olympic Organizing Committee still stands; hell, I’ll even through in a Tims if you take all of our snow by the end of next week. Time’s a wastin’ and it ain’t fixin’ to snow in Cypress Provincial Park anytime soon.

Ann Shayne and Kay Gardiner, authors of the Best Knitting Books ever, Mason Dixon Knitting Vols  1 and 2, won’t be headlining at the Opry any time soon, but this little nugget is my knitting humour find of the week. Share and enjoy.

This morning finds me at the Suzuki dealership getting an oil change, and that’s where I’ve writing this post from. They just set up a little Internet cafe in the customer service area and it’s just dandy. And better  yet, it’s free. So is the somewhat watered down coffee; that it’s free is its only redeeming characteristic. It takes like it was filtered through a jock-strap. Oh, and Suzuki? I coughed up 20-large for my toaster-oven sized car; you can spring for some of those little milk thingies. That powdered whatever you put out is completely ghetto.