Maxed Out

Well, what goes around comes around. Or is that what comes around goes around? I'm never sure and, frankly, not certain it matters in a post-literate world.

As a recent, and reluctant, convert to vegetarianism - full backsliding privileges in play, especially when the Canadian National BBQ Championships roll into Dusty's in August - I'm shocked, shocked at G-G Mikki Jean's pronouncement upon tasting a fr

The crowd on the patio of the Brew House smelled vaguely of coconut oil, spilled beer, heightened expectations and seething resentment.

Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss. Wednesday morning in budding British Columbia looked, not surprisingly, a lot like Tuesday morning. Grey skies, threat of rain, maybe a cameo walk-on by the sun, same-old, same-old.

I'm mad as hell and... and... and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Except take the blame people keep saying is mine, even if I don't agree with them.

OMG! There's an election going on. How'd this get past me? Okay, admittedly I was in a bit of a Festival haze, work haze, normal everydaze haze.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the Festival of belief, it was the Festival of incredulity, it was the... excuse me. "Hyel'lo. You're kinda interrupting me here.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the Festival of belief, it was the Festival of incredulity, it was the... excuse me. "Hyel'lo. You're kinda interrupting me here.

Whew. Made it. Barely. In its 14-year run, there has never been a year when the TELUS World Ski and Snowboard Festival rollin' into view has been a more blessed relief. This season needs a kick-out-the-stops wrapup party like no season before.

There's an uncomfortable moment of truth I suspect almost everyone encounters at irregular intervals in their lives. It marks land's end in the Kingdom of Procrastination. Sink or Swim Point.