As we sit here in a blecchy airport in New Jersey, reflecting on life, it occurs to me that the biggest response a wk.com posting received, in recent years, was about Kraft Dinner.

I ate a lot of it in university; I still do, given that I am completely incapable of (a) cooking and (b) learning how to cook. Besides, one box neatly satisfies one single and solitary person, which I decidedly am.

Anyway. Recently, a young fellow I know in Wales asked me about Kraft Dinner. “Still prefer butter over milk?” he queried.

Yes, I replied. Yes, yes, I do. Of course.

Being a person who is (sort of) interested in the opinions of complete strangers, I decided to extend my Welsh inquisitor’s inquisition to you, Dear Reader. I’m that kind of guy. I’m open to other points of view. (Sort of.)

So, then: when you make KD, do you use lots of butter, like I and other smart people do? Or do you – yuck! – use milk instead?

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We were somewhere in NYC last night, people-watching the St. Paddy’s Day partiers (there were plenty, enough to turn the trip to the Carnegie into a faux-Fenian Hellish ordeal), when word came through that Alex Chilton – genius, god, muse to the Mats – had died. Alex Chilton!

Here’s Westerberg, playing the song that bears Alex Chilton’s name. Rest in peace, Big Star.

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David Olive, one of the best writers around, wonders about me.

Meanwhile, Warren – who doesn’t like anything he has ever written – heads to the Big Apple for St. Patrick’s day. Wonderful.

The interior of the airport-bound cab. Note the timely St. Patrick’s Day display, lower left. Classic.

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…I recommend that Bill Murdoch create a separate country for himself. He can be King, and the rest of us can put up a tall fence so that we don’t have listen to his crazy crap anymore. Randy Hillier, naturally, will apply to emigrate to Murdochland. (We’ll help him pack.)

That, or we can pray that Little Timmy Hudak keeps these Fred and Barney wannabes around, and thereby loses all hope of ever, ever winning back an urban seat!

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Took the old VW out today – that means Spring is here, Canada.

This sign, meanwhile, is just wrong. Skateboarding is not a crime, maaaan.

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…does anyone mourn its passing?

This was on my path as I walked through St. Mike’s campus to Queen’s Park this morning. It made me sad.

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Roy McGregor, in a typically gentle and gentlemanly fashion, has waded into the MSM vs. New Media fracas, here.

Personally, I don’t think he has anything to worry about. The so-called New Media will never supplant the old farts. They write better than we do. They are less predictable than we are. And, most of all, they generate original content – we merely comment on it. Very different. (But if the MSM continues to ape my species, instead of sticking to what it does best, the MSM is done like dinner.)

Why, then, do we keep seeing nervous, self-doubting articles like Roy’s? Ten reasons:

1. Bloggers are writing for a growing audience; journalists are writing for a shrinking audience.

2. Bloggers can’t be let go. Journalists live in continual fear of being let go.

3. Bloggers don’t have anyone telling them what to do. Journalists do, all the time.

4. Journalists used to believe they could write stories that could change things. Now they know they don’t change things much at all – and that bloggers have the ability to change things, too.

5. Bloggers seem to be having more fun.

6. Bloggers don’t have a beat. They can write about whatever they want, whenever they want.

7. Bloggers get to do what most news reporters would prefer to be doing, which is analyzing the news, and not just reporting it.

8. Bloggers don’t have many rules. Journalists have to put up with tons of rules.

9. Bloggers can post stuff that is written up, or filmed, or heard, or any of the above. Journalists don’t have as many options. They have to choose.

10. Internet is the future. Newsprint is the past.

And that’s why the MSM hates the New Media. You’re welcome.

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I’ve been delaying posting this, but circumstances force me to do so.

Some time ago, my wife and I separated.  It has been very hard on everyone.

I only raise this because some hateful bloggers – I’ll name them if I have to – have actually been taunting/writing about us and our situation, albeit in a vague way.  They are afraid of being sued, and they should be.

I have also learned political enemies in Ottawa and Toronto are trying to get their hands on the pleadings in the case.  In this way, they will know how much money we have (or don’t have), our mortgage, my business details, even the contract work I do for the Ontario Liberal caucus.  Everything.

I don’t know if they will publicize the pleadings, if and when they get them, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they do.  It tells you all you need to know about them.

I’ve written this, re-written it, posted it, taken it down.  But I will leave this here, for now, in the hope that the right people see this, and they leave my wife and children alone.

That’s all I’m going to be saying about this.  Thanks.

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Me debating John? Okay, I’m sorry, but this is weird.

Linkage here.

Story here.

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Here. The Rabblesians are unimpressed.

Nobody will be particularly surprised.

Her Looniness:

“…I think I did a really good job and I spoke for quite awhile and I said, “Okay, your turn, questions?” There was this silence and then one kid put his hand up and asked, “What drugs did you sell?” And I answered, “LSD that I imported in hollowed out Bibles (the first introduction I had to the Bible) and back then it was the good stuff, not the kind of crap you kids do.” That happened this week.”

A sermonizing Cheri, completely oblivious to a parade, and a lot of other stuff, too.

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