Free Shooting Range to Open at the Canadian Border

Mother Jones: You Are What you Shoot
Think of some of the border guards you’ve encountered. Would you trust them with a gun, a real one.

From CTV.ca news site:

Conservative justice critic Vic Toews announced Wednesday that Canadian border guards will be armed as soon as possible.

“I think they need to be armed,” B.C.’s Solicitor General John Les said, according to CP. “We sometimes have some not very nice people who want to try and get into our country.”

So lets shoot em up! I’m thinking of my Mom here. She brings back plants from her stay in Florida. She’s 62, travels alone, a real dangerous character. I know for a fact that she’s had days when she wasn’t very nice.

Maybe Canada just wants to get rid of their aging population. After all, there are only so many ice flows to go round.

Canada’s border services union threatened to strike in 2005 in an effort to force the government to provide them with guns in order to protect themselves.

Maybe I should buy a gun to protect myself once she gets here.

Where does it end? Should kids in school have guns, fashion accessories, to protect themselves.

Can I get a lasso with that? How about a side of spurs and a few beers, buddy! Maybe a shot in the dark for the road.

Ontario Web Designers?

Registered Graphic Designers of Ontario

I want to keep track of this link but not get sidetracked by it right now. I’ve been looking for any groups, organizations or associates of people who work in web design in Ontario. Not a lot of luck so far.

This is interesting too but not really what I need at the moment.

The Software Human Resource Council (SHRC) is a not-for-profit sector council, working with industry, education, associations and government to address employment issues that affect information technology workers at all points of their career paths, in all sectors of the Canadian economy.

Trickery: Another Oldie Post

The Trickery that is Me
Sunday January 06, 2002

I’d like to virtually dissect my brain and find out what’s in there. I’d sort it all out into neat compartments and then carefully put it all back together without juggling it all up again.

I want to write about being a publisher online but I can’t find a beginning or an ending. Its such a long winding path to where I am and its hardly over yet. When I just wanted to be a writer and wasn’t doing much about it I always had that problem. The writing I most want to do is a personal column about life and people, the sort of stuff you would find in Family Circle, Victoria Magazine, or Canadian Living. The problem is that my story is never finished. They kind of expect you to have a happy ending tacked on at the end. at the very least some kind of good conclusion and a resolution to the conflict. Well, I’ve never gotten to that part yet. So how do you write a story about something when it has no ending?

So I’m not writing. Can’t you tell how I’m not writing? Look, its right here in front of you. Plain as black and white and red all over I’m not writing.

Its all a trick you see. The best trick I’ve ever pulled on myself. I’m not writing and yet the words are appearing mystically on the screen and my fingers are tapping away at the keyboard. The thoughts are circling like baby vultures in my mind.

The other great trick I pull on myself is self confidence. I have none you see. But I pretend I do and oddly enough it works. People I knew in high school wonder how I changed so much when I barely dared to breathe in high school. They think I’ve changed but I haven’t changed at all, its all an act, the best trick in my bag of tricks.

This whole not writing thing is just a new trick. I’m not good at it yet that’s why you’re stuck reading all this dribble out of the corner of my brain.

You know, we were driving along on Saturday, my husband and his Mother chatting away, they didn’t need me. I was thinking about that woman I always want to be but can’t quite catch. I’m sure she is there, in my brain somewhere. I was thinking that its time I stopped trying to catch up with her and just met her half way. Surprised me a little when she agreed. So, if I have any highly breakable New Years resolution that’s it. I’m going to meet her half way and finally give her a chance to pull us both out of the quagmire and get on with all the things we know she can do.

Did you know she opened HerCorner finally? Yes, I know it was me, I’m not developing a split personality. Though I have thought about how much simpler it would make things. I’ve also considered a lobotomy. But, I seem to conclude that you just have to learn to live with yourself. Trickery works much better, its all a matter of learning the tricks.

I can write a sensible article about HerCorner and publishing later. I’ve really given you the nitty gritty already. Its all here amid the trickery that is me.

Cheerio: Another Oldie

This was while I was still married, before everything fell apart like a deer in the headlights. This was actually the column I wrote to start the column, it just got posted out of order. I called my column Bewitching Vagabond and I wrote it for a few years at the BackWash site. Nothing of it is left up there now. Someone took it all down though others have been up for ages, never updated.

A Real Live Alien
Sunday August 05, 2001

Have you ever met a real alien? I don’t have green skin, antennae, a ray gun or a flying saucer. I’m a legal alien. Entirely different from the little green men.

I’m actually Canadian. Seems odd to be an alien when I’ve only come from Canada. I was born in Toronto, Ontario not all that many years ago compared to the life span of the Great Lakes or the Canadian Shield. Of course, those are pretty damn old some would say ancient. I’m 36; it just feels pretty damn old. I’m not really sure how I got this old.

I met my husband, the reason I became an alien, when we were 14 and began as penpals. Over the years we wrote on and off, somehow keeping in touch. Eventually, sometime after college and a few years working here and there, we met in his hometown in southern Illinois. Its a pretty small place. Quite a change for a city woman, like myself. I miss public transportation almost as much as my family. It was very nice to take a day and go downtown, see the museum, have a (not too) expensive lunch and walk around the malls, have good coffee and browse in the bookstore then dash back to catch the bus back home.

We went the K1 fiance visa route, with immigration. Its a frustrating process. Makes it very hard to plan a wedding no matter how much your Mother wants you to. We did find a great Yahoo Club for K1’ers. Its called the CanAm Connection. I highly recommend it. I’m still a regular reader even though we are now past the K1 phase and waiting for the big interview, the AOS (adjustment of status). Likely only a select few will know what I’m talking about at this point.

I went to college in the suburbs of Toronto, the Warden Woods campus of Centennial College. The course was two years, Corporate Communications. It involved writing, publishing, copy editing and graphic arts with a general run of courses like philosophy. I did really great in philosophy, surprised myself. I’ve always heard Sagittarius people like philosophy; I guess its true. I was born in the year of the dragon. I’m a wood dragon by the Chinese zodiac.

I’m working my way into freelance writing. Ultimately, my goal is to be a columnist, well known and well paid. Syndication is the key but before that I have to write, a lot. I’m currently reading a book from the Writers Digest series about being a columnist. I can recommend that too.

Wicca is an Earth religion. I tell that to everyone who asks me what it is. I don’t feel I’m a Wiccan, but it does make things easier to just leave it at that. I like the Earth side of things. Some how I don’t like the idea of worshipping anything and I think my “gods” would be the kind who don’t want to be worshipped.

So, now you’ve met an alien. Scary, eh?