Maxed Out

Oooooh, my aching back. I feel like I’ve been punted through the budget goalposts of life. Come to think of it, I have. And, to borrow a phrase from Lizzie, “We are not amused.” In fact, we are royally pissed off.

Thank goodness they didn’t call it a perfect storm. “Conspiracy of events,” is how Mayor Kenny referred to it.

So little time; so much procrastination. If there’s anything worse for a terminal procrastinator than a project with a deadline so far in the future it’s barely visible, let alone not looming, it’s a project with no real deadline at all.

Like an ancient soldier, long past his active fightin’ days, I am ready to pick up arms and return to the battlefield.

“I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” Wimpy, the portly, hamburger-addicted Falstaff of Popeye cartoons, used to utter that line with some frequency.

In this week’s speech from the throne, Stevie Hapless, PM of all Canada, managed to nudge the country further right, throw the lacklustre Stephie Dion’s Liberals into dangerous, uncharted waters — the kind that need real leadership, a quality apparen

What’s new? Oops, sorry, wrong question.

When I was 15 years old my parents, both of them, lost their minds.

Time and again, the thing that surprises me about construction projects, renovations, almost any activity whose end game is the creation of something, is how crappy things look right up to the point of completion.

What does it cost to live in Whistler? This is, of course, a completely different question than “What is the cost of living in Whistler?” The answer(s) to that question probably gets way too bogged down in philosophy and morality and at least touches