Damnation

It seemed like just another industrious upscale beaver endeavour, a modest dam in Lake Ontario giving so many of them something to do.

They kept finding more and more material and eagerly fitting it into place, most people were unconcerned, winter had just ended, summer was underway.

Before long they'd freakin' dammed up half the massive lake with humble decorum, they just kept going and going and going like the Great Wall of China or CN Rail.

It was pretty damned adorable seeing so many beavers working in unison, continuously building and building and building one piece at a time with no end in sight.

We never thought to question what would happen if they completed it, the inherent absurdity much too ridiculous, it was far too popular for scientists to pay attention, much too kitschy for philosophers to take note.

But then one day there it bloomin' well was, Lake Ontario had been dammed up, and the beavers had built an enormous lodge near Hamilton, where the water was much much warmer. 

When suddenly, out of the blue, a colossal tidal wave emerged.

And destroyed everything in the GTA.

The beavers bloated, unconcerned.

*Isn't this a bit crazy dad?, I mean, how did a beaver dam start a tidal wave?

**You see, son, the intense pressure of the waves combined with the intensity of the winds to accidentally create a tectonic Godzilla-like disaster.

*Global warming strikes again.

**In full-on soluble moist regalia.

*Shouldn't we have simply broken the dam up before it wantonly annihilated the Big Freakin' Smoke?

**Hindsight recalls a misunderstanding and bureaucratic disfavour haunting resolutions. 

*Glad everyone from Simcoe and Muskoka showed up with their boats to help people out.

**That was a thoughtful innovation, and I hear a lot of it was improvised.

*Is there anywhere to go in Brampton or Mississauga? 

**I'm drawing a blank, but there must be something. They could use CFL teams. 

*Totally. What did the beavers do after peeps blew up their dam?

**Headed back north, so I'm told.

*Always moving, non-stop industry. 

Strateške operacije. Inovativni diskurs. Ukrajinske frekvencije. 

Vermiglio

The Second World War lugubriously finds an innocent family subsisting in the mountains, their daily lives relativistically fluid yet food is hard to come by amidst the haunting carnage. 

An ex-soldier winds up in the village after having escaped from the front line terror, the eldest daughter of the strict school teacher taking a shine to his regal flippancy.

One of her sisters routinely chastises herself for entertaining romantic thoughts, the punishments growing more and more severe as the latent desire wholesomely blossoms.

The teacher's eldest son has no ambition to learn in school, and is made a shameful example of for not excelling in his father's footsteps. 

Yet his youngest daughter dynamically excels even though her work is quite messy, she's given the chance to attend boarding school where her innate talents may find integral challenges. 

The war ends, but not without a celebrated marriage and a departure back to Sicily. 

The husband blindly never returning.

His abandoned bride left with child. 

Character driven solemn discourse lucidly tempers humble priorities, as the seasons change and the world relaxes in Maura Delpero's sombre bucolic Vermiglio.

Inherent difficulties faithfully aligned with conventional loyalty and heartfelt trust, disturbingly alarm with bitter jealousies ironically cajoled through despondent longing.

Food on the table vs. food for the soul demonstratively materializes old school debates, with hardly any extracurriculars to savour, their liquidation still wildly tantalizes.

Awkward to ignore scholastic endeavours in such a small town when your father's the teacher, his traditional thoughts still widely caught up with academic ambition and classical poise. 

Stunning realism holds the story together as the striking setting sets up scene after scene, the interactions of an enormous family offering instructional insights into steadfast devotion.

Lighthearted reflections tense confrontations inconceivable tasks countryside chambers. 

Magnetic poignancy. 

Resigned reservations.

Old world symmetries.

Klingon honour. 

Immorigaminstreble

When confronted with mortality, Roderick hesitated as if in search of options, the deities surrounding convalescently concluding he wasn't ready to simply move on, in turn transforming him into a phantom before continuing on their way, rules and guidelines left unadministered, fading out in twilit haze.

Realizing he hadn't struck a bargain, he began to survey his familiar surroundings, taking note that he could fly and breathe underwater and pass through walls and didn't have to sleep.

It was indeed no substitute for the increasingly tantalizing robust heavens, their unknown nature producing curious dreamlike otherworldly fascination. 

Yet, as if in possession of superpowers the old ghost bit didn't seem that bad, and with nothing limiting his movements, he began to travel wherefore wherefrom. 

Most intriguing, temperately speaking, was his ability to withstand the elements, or not feel them at all in fact, which made inhospitable realms much much more welcome.

The middle of the ocean.

Old school Antarctica. 

The Amazon jungle. 

The Himalayas. 

The four corners of the globe stretched out vast far and wide.

And he had an eternity to take them in. 

In full on extant glide. 

*Being a ghost doesn't sound so awful when you look at it from that perspective dad.

**It does seem to have some benefits, son.

*I guess you wouldn't be able to eat anything, and you might miss things like the warmth of the sun, but wouldn't the limitless capacity to freely explore sort of make up for some of that, at least kinda?

**It's difficult to say. If you didn't have much imagination, you'd be sunk. But if you were adventurous, Bob's your uncle!

*I'd still like to move on eventually, like he says, the afterlife sounds intriguing.

**Sequel after sequel, he'll make it there someday, although it's hard to know how long it'll take.

*I've honestly already stopped caring.

**About what?

*lol!

**Can't wait to see what's up next week. 

*The possibilities are endless.

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CFL Playoffs, Finals Round Picks

Winnipeg Blue Bombers/Montréal Alouettes: the Alouettes had an amazing year and looked dominant on both sides of the ball. Their defensive stats aren't that much better than Winnipeg's but they scored almost 150 points more. I would recommend starting and finishing strong, with continuous offensive pressure that builds up a huge lead, then causes multiple turnovers, and guarantees a Grey Cup berth. The Blue Bombers are no doubt seeking a huge upset and their head coach is no freakin' slouch, upsets in the CFL playoffs abound and Winnipeg no doubt vividly remembers recent Grey Cup losses (to Montréal). The Als have a good defence too though if they show up I can't see them blowing it (they won their most recent matchup vs. the 'Peg 37 to 10). Hoping it's a fun game to watch. Picking Montréal at home. 

B.C Lions/Edmonton Elks: the resurgent Elk after so many years finally hosting the Division Finals again, this time not against the faithful Stampeders but once again facing the B.C Lions. They had the second best record in the league and finished strong at 13 and 5, only the Alouettes of Montréal picking up more wins, they haven't played B.C since July. The Lions and Elks split their early matchups this year, with British Columbia scoring more points, although their season tallies fell short of Edmonton's (the Elks scoring 25 more and letting in 47 fewer), and they picked up 3 fewer wins. The Lions still have playoff momentum and have been playing in November for 5 seasons in a row, still without a Grey Cup win they may be hungrier and more ferocious. Then again, the Elks have something to prove since they've lain dormant post-October since 2019, and could use a huge playoff boost to courageously restore fan-feverish momentum. They haven't met in the coveted postseason since way back in 2011, and before that not since 2005, these teams don't play that often in the cold. Not that it's supposed to be that inclement this Sunday so far it looks like fair weather in central Alberta, the furthest north any professional playoff football game can be played, no doubt exciting to excel under such conditions. I didn't pay strict attention to every game throughout the year, but it seemed like Edmonton gave up a lot of points early before tightening their grip and shutting things down. Should their league leading defence show up it could be a long day for the Lions. I'm still throwing down for B.C. Picking the Lions on the road! 

Dracula's Daughter

The accursed macabre bloodsucker finally succumbs to sheer oblivion, leaving behind a distressed family hoping to overcome its innate displeasure. 

Dracula's daughter indeed believes his death will swiftly transform her, back into a tender mortal communally capable of play and laughter.

It doesn't, the curse remains, and she still needs to feast on blood, desperately trying to resist temptation, she's driven to the brink of madness. 

In her waking delirium she takes a fancy to a clever psychiatrist, who eagerly listens to what she has to say and seems oblivious to any obfuscation. 

He's a student of ye olde Van Helsing who's currently locked up for Dracula's murder, avidly seeking to adroitly convince him that vampires do in fact exist.

As he begins to suspect her she grotesquely decides to up her game, and casts a spell upon his doting secretary before departing for Transylvania. 

He follows in alarmed pursuit and arrives at the castle just in time.

To make a binding existential gambit.

To join or not to join the undead! 

Their marriage wouldn't last a lifetime but would persist for all eternity, arguments and disputes glacially composed with painstaking multifaceted artifice. 

Alternative viewpoints antipodes inherent polemics juxtaposed, institutionally and politically variable as iconically projected through verdant conjugality. 

Seems a bit too homely for a vampire I'd perhaps erroneously hypothesize, that they'd prefer to remain aloof or at least unattached to independent personality. 

They are no doubt capable of producing uptight slaves with their magic powers, but in this domestic instance individuality is alertly sought.

Perhaps like the old show The Prisoner, she'll never find the information she needs.

Interrogating him for all eternity. 

Possessive discourse.

Wholesome throes. 

Dogora

Space, dormant in its vast multiplicity, infinitely imposing and infinitesimally constrained, effortlessly encourages the expansion of life as variable entities clash and nurture. 

The Earth harmlessly going about its peculiar business with modest imaginative gusto, oblivious and unaware of the wildcat foe covetously hovering over its oceans.

Diamond thieves simultaneously gather to heuristically heist a local stash, never tiring as they search for newfound brazen idle opportunities.

The alien industriously descends from the jaded heavens with famished alarm, in search of coal and indeed diamonds to cohesively fuel its massive appetite.

The countries of the world critique the wanton destruction of their lands, and desperately attempt to find a way to fight the amorphous extraterrestrial. 

The diamond thieves are also thwarted as they intricately strategize, the nebulous beast consistently showing up to pejoratively ruin their audacious plans. 

Fortunately, a good natured scientist is respectfully tasked with finding an answer, and as he notes that wasp venom petrifies Dogora's cells, the army scrambles to reproduce the noxious poison.

Will they be in time to stop Dogora from drastically reducing the world's coal supply?

The globe languishing in darkness.

As the lights go out forever. 

It's funny how much things change as the decades pass and new trends develop, was there a backlash against Dogora's defence of coal, or was it simply regarded at the time as a source of energy?

Decades later with remarkable technologies that can harness the power of sun and wind, coal is still used by many countries to fuel their industries etc.

Had Dogora exhausted the world's coal supply would such technologies not have taken a more lasting hold, and would the economies of the postmodern world not be more rooted in green enthusiasm?

Transitions. 

How to make the grand transitions without loss of employment and tradition, the solid embrace of the untested new ruffling feathers for mass production?

Take it a day at a time and make wise decisions based on lucid counsel.

We might come to a consensus some day.

Recent events making me feel optimistic. 

Nadja

The haunting menacing Count Dracula finally succumbs to moribund distaste, as the vampire hunter Van Helsing drives a stake through his blinding pumper.

Never enchanted with relationships there once was a girl for whom he longed, who bore him twins before she died effectively breaking his heart forever. 

The baby girl, his little Nadja, grows up loyal to their ways, and lives the life of a famished vampire curiously wandering the globe. 

Like Dracula's epochal aristocracy, she seeks to remain with her carnal family, trusting no one like ye olde Claudius besides her noble vampire blood.

Her modest twin, on the other hand, disdainfully examines himself with contempt, and sees the feasting on feverish blood as sick and disreputable as would humanity. 

Trying to waste away through bleak starvation his sister attempts to save his life, with revitalizing blood taken from shark embryos which she feels he'll find much less unpleasant. 

Having also turned Van Helsing's nephew's wife into an undead slave (she was bored), he comes a critically a' calling and finds his step-sister nursing Nadja's bro.

Nadja longing to live as husband and wife with her forlorn twin. 

Strikes a blind oblivious bargain. 

With her secret vampire powers.

How to live the life of the undead and depressingly never see the sun, living for eons in the dark while trusty humanity boldly slumbers.

Not that there wouldn't be features thought to be cool according to legend, transforming into bats or wolves no doubt a compelling characteristic. 

Crazy mind games shifting through walls loyal friends eternal consciousness, strange powers to blend and develop over millions of illusory fashions. 

But the sun and the active life it gives to billions of spirited creatures, can't simply be given up for something as trendy as immortality. 

Nadja suggests that the afterlife may already be what we experience on Earth.

Reincarnation thereby taken into account.

Meaning everyone lives for manifold eternities. 

And then some. 

Short Cuts

I've always thought it unwise to spray a city full of people with insecticide, without having thoroughly researched the effects of the pestiferous poisonous unkempt toxin.

Not to mention all the other animals negatively effected by the venom, the skunks and fox the raccoons and deer the rabbits and groundhogs the little chipmunks. 

They still spray a park that's close to my place or at least they did up until last summer, and I could never figure out why because there are hardly any bugs.

This summer, when I didn't notice a sign that they'd sprayed, there was the odd mosquito, but nothing like the forest proper which isn't surrounded by urban life.

You didn't even have to apply bug spray but if the swarms seemed too intense, you could easily put some on and the bugs would disappear. 

Bug spray works even in the deep forest and you do actually need it there sometimes, it can keep them from feasting upon you with easily applicable adventurous spirit. 

Lots of bug spray without deet can be easily purchased these days as well, should you be worried that the harmful chemical in most sprays is just as bad for your body. 

Nothing quite like the routine application of enduring sunscreen throughout the day, followed by insect repellent at night, such a feast for pale sensitive skin.

Clearing the skies of bugs also has negative effects for bird species, known as ye olde insectivores who feast upon them to freely sustain themselves.

Are people just crazy to begin with or is insanity characteristically acquired, by mad environmental stimuli which leave them functional yet borderline?

That seems to be the question Robert Altman's asking in the multivariable Short Cuts, where several families see their lives connect after a summer of bathing in insecticide.

There's no doubt there's some crazy to begin with but the excessive lathering of the toxic goo, sincerely exacerbates the otherworldly tendencies with obtuse unknown unacknowledged variables. 

I remember a friend of my dad's who was so harmless she wouldn't even swat mosquitoes, let alone put on bug spray with its inherent destructive chemicals. 

Just living with the surrounding mosquitoes and even deer flies, horse flies, and no-see-ums. 

Seems like a better life to me.

I like the First Nations tradition of covering yourself in mud to avoid them as well (I saw that in a film I reviewed 10 years or so ago).  

Broncos! 🏈

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CFL Playoffs, Semi-Finals Round Picks

Winnipeg Blue Bombers/Toronto Argonauts: both teams finished the season with identical 9 and 9 records, you could argue that Toronto had the more difficult schedule, buy they still dug in deep on the road. The Bombers won their first match in week 6 by a score of 30 to 21, which honestly wasn't too shabby for the Argos' 5th consecutive road game. Toronto won later in the year in Winnipeg by a score of 30 to 28, both games reasonably close meaning this weekend's matchup could be spectacular. Winnipeg no doubt wants the win big time after falling to the Argos in two recent Grey Cups, and to improve upon their regular season slouching after playing so well for the last 10 years. I like the CFL because you honestly never know, and it often comes down to who can play in the cold after games seemed easy in the hot summer. The Argos scored 31 more points this year but also let in 36 more, that's only a five point differential, this game could indeed be epic. I love how they're playing at BMO field and not opening up the Sky Dome, the smaller venue's the place to be and it's so much fun watching from anywhere in the stands. I'm thinking Toronto wins again for the fifth time versus the 'Peg since 1991, but I still can't help feeling that they suck, which makes it difficult to pick them. Thus, I'll take the Blue Bombers in another barnburner for the ages. It looks like it's going to be close. But as to the relationship between the worms and the spice, who knows!

Saskatchewan Roughriders/B.C Lions: the four teams in the CFL's Semi-Finals Round couldn't be more evenly matched, with the Roughriders and Lions finishing closely with mutual records of 10 and 8. It's a shame Bo Levi Mitchell was injured early on in the season. Hamilton looked like they were ready for stellar infinities, he'll be back in 2027! But with the Tiger-Cats out one must look to the rest of the league for gridiron inspiration, with the game's most enthusiastic fans ready to defend their title, and Canada's no. 1 quarterback seeking to defy them! The Lions ruled their three game series with a combined advantage of 17 points, falling to Saskatchewan early in the year before picking up two huge combative wins. I don't see domes as effective home fields in the heralded disciplined football playoffs, because they give both teams an equal advantage and thoroughly level the playing field. But Lions fans would no doubt critique such objective lucid distressing commentary, with loud disdainful vitriolic whimsy the fervour increasing as game time approaches. They lost to the Roughriders last year and are most likely balling the jack for the rematch, they lost to Saskatchewan in 2024 as well, and 2013 and 2010 (they haven't beat the Roughriders in the playoffs since 2008 according to Wikipedia). Like Otis says, "things change, they always do," when discussing future opportunities with Alex Rogan, but will they change this year?, these records and statistics are virtually identical (not necessarily virtually identical). I really have no idea but I'm hoping the Lions pick up the win. Picking B.C at home. Hope it goes to overtime. 

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Greatly saddened by the death of Sir Patrick Stewart. His characters were role models for me throughout my life (except for Sejanus!). 😭

Super glad the Brewers finally won the World Series! ⚾

I've been waiting for this since 1982. 

As I imagine Brewers fans have been! 

Individualno herojstvo. Kolektivno prijatelstvo. Ukrainska kultura. 

If Trump's running for a third term, shouldn't Obama run for a third term?

Epic!

Ótrúleg ástríða. Meðfæddur styrkur. Úkraínsk ákveðni.

Away

Alone and lost in a barren wasteland mysteriously etched with ancient writing, a giant robot curious and haunting diligently following him where'er he goes.

No time to linger, the rediscovery of extant humanoids must be initiated, and food and water soon be found, somewhere hidden within the land.

A companion, a heartfelt traveller industriously seeking agile flight, harmoniously held in sympathetic wonder as the lonely hours pass by.

An oasis, lands evergreen with delicious water vast and abundant, enough to last for weeks on end should he suddenly decide to stay.

The robot waits, guarding the entranceway with unwavering tactile vigilance, solemnly awaiting the spry exploratory nimble active lad's return.

Unsuspecting, he's found a dirt bike that can fly across the land, at undetermined exhaustive speeds he freely soars distinct inquisitive.

Nature's beauty, aesthetic congress, reflecting innocent candid images, the hallowed symmetry down-to-earth with hints of timid celestial brevity. 

Exploring within the dreamland invites infinite speculation. 

Withdrawn camaraderie cyclist's haven. 

Widely driven through the unconscious. 

Journeys of self-discovery fluently envisioned with cascading sight, as authentically reliable as ye olde walkabout as often mentioned in Australian films. 

Travel around, see what's out there, if you're interested enough you're bound to find something, it must be incredible in the European Union with all those countries to freely move to. 

Canada and Québec aren't too shabby either there's no doubt a lot to humbly see, with natural wonders and urban charm that's socioculturally tough to beat.

Naturally, if you've no desire to travel the land local libraries and cinemas are there, to bring such experiences home with imaginative discourse chill laid bare.

But then you'd never see a CFL game in every CFL stadium (I still haven't done that)!

Looking forward to the playoffs.

Always fun.

And mesmerizing. 

Saddened by the passing of Walter Koenig, who played Chekov on Star Trek for so many chill decades. 

Povećana svestranost. Dinamična briljantnost. Ukrajinska zajednica. 

Broncos! 🏈