Maxed Out

Well, it's that time again. Time to forget the most dreary March in British Columbia's recorded history, notwithstanding the snowfall and skiing were the best in recorded history.

It was 20 years ago today... more or less. Which is not bad considering the first two years were, if not forgettable, only marginally remarkable.

I wish it was Saturday. I know it's Thursday. Well, actually it's Tuesday but if you're reading this it has to be at least Thursday. At the earliest. Of course it may be later in the week or even some day in next week. But I wish it was Saturday.

I am loath to give anyone career advice. Loath and unqualified.

After an afternoon of painstaking research, a pallid attempt at meditation interrupted by the incessant pull of gravity on my eyelids, some enlightened conversations and what I believe is known scientifically as a wildass guess, I believe I have the

Retirement planning, to the extent it's a subject on anyone's mind, usually is a cause for concern if not outright panic.

So I've been thinkin' about buying a big truck again. Not that I ever owned a big truck and want another one, not that kind of again. But I once thought about buying a big truck and now I'm thinking about buying a big truck again. That kind of again.

Whatcha doin' next Tuesday? Say, between 4 and 7:00 p.m.-ish? If you're like many Whistleratics, you'll be at work for a good part of those three hours. Pity that.

I'm not, generally, much of a believer in conspiracy theories.

"W e are committed to ensuring that the 2015 election will be the last federal election using first-past-the-post." - Justin Trudeau Well now, just how committed are we, Justin, m'boy? Not very, as it turns out.