Sunday, September 23, 2007

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Cool chicks who don't want anyone to know their real names

This is a very slick site, possibly created by the same group that did the defunct Hour Forum, and they can't stop thinking about George.




And yet even though they are always going to agree with George, and say how much they like him, they are still too embarrassed to reveal their true identities.
Can't say that I blame them.

Back To The Limo Service



From The Hour's blog ...

"George had an accident on his motorcycle last night. He says he was driving home, not going very fast and he pressed the brakes to slow down and something locked. He went over the handlebars. He says a homeless guy came over and stood up his motorcycle to help him on his way.

He broke his collarbone. He's in obvious pain. He's wearing a sling but not taking pain-killers so he can stay lucid for the show"

I never, ever want George to get hurt in any way, but I would like to see if The Hour would improve if he were on painkillers.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

George Lets Paul Try His Pajamas



I love the picture.
And the tiny coffee cup next to George's mouse.

Oddly, this set up of G's is exactly as my own office was when I was half George's age.
Of course there were no computers then, and one picture was of a new album "Morrison Hotel" on my corkboard, along with a symbol for someone's idea for a new concept that was still months away - Greenpeace.

I see Paul Bates here more as the straw man in the Wizard of Oz, and George as the obvious Elvis wannabe.

Would the letter on the wall above the lamp be George's first draft of his attempt to get out of his contract with the CBC?

George appears to be looking for more lyrics to print at his Strombo.com.

The stuff on the bulletin board could, and should, just go into a scrapbook. And in fact the whole board could just be replaced with a yellow sticky that reads "DO A BETTER SHOW THAN YESTERDAY".
But if all that stuff helps George to remind himself that he's interesting, then who am I to spoil his "comfort zone".