One down, two to go.

Dick Cheney's top adviser, "Scooter" Libby, has just been indicted on five counts for his role in leaking the identity of an undercover C.I.A. agent. I'm hoping that Karl Rove (a.k.a. "Bush's Brain") and Dick Cheney are next.

I wonder what Bush will do with no Dick and no Brain?

A strange thing has happened to me since coming back to Canada. I have completely lost all desire to travel. This has never happened to me before. I'm assuming it's not permanent, but it's such a foreign (no pun intended) idea to me that it almost feels like I'm sick or something.

It's like the idea of eating too much of my favorite food (let's say steak). I love steak, but eating steak day in and day out would become boring. And then after it became boring, it would become unpleasant. And after it became unpleasant the thought of ever having another bite of steak would become downright nauseating. And that's where I'm at these days.

It sounds odd to think of travelling as nauseating, but when I read the newspaper I skip the travel section, and when I pass travel agencies I look away and shield my eyes from those horrid promotional posters.

So if you're wondering what I'm up to, or more specifically, where I'm at, wonder no more. I'll be right here, cause I'm not going anywhere, at least for a while.

Mourning the loss of what never was...

Have you ever become attached to an idea before it even really came to be? It's strange how sad it can make you feel, and how the loss is all tied up to things that never existed, but somehow could have been if things had taken a slightly different turn. That's how I'm feeling today, sitting here on a grey Saturday afternoon, mourning the loss of what never was.

I love Alberta beef!

For those of you who aren't from Alberta, there's a ubiquitous bumper sticker around the province that says "I love Alberta beef", all in pictures. I love Alberta beef too, although I don't advertise it on my bumper (not that I have a bumper to advertise on, but even if I did, I wouldn't put a sticker on it.) Anyway, a funny little incident happened the other day that gave me one more reason to love Alberta beef.

Caroline went to the store and bought a package of chicken breasts for ten bucks. Ten bucks! I thought the only place you could find ten dollar breasts was... um, anyway... the next day she went and bought a comparable package of beef. Two bucks. Just a little reminder of which meat rules around here. And if I even needed to defend my propensity for red meat, there it is.