
So how about that fog, kids…?
…ugh, who am I kidding. I have no job. I barely left the house yesterday. I didn’t know there was fog until I read the ever-poetic Ed Mason’s surprisingly restrained story about it this morning.
So, looks like it’s just you and me today, Friendmonton, as Jeff is sidelined with certain professional matters (he’s trying out for a traveling all-male burlesque revue called “Boy-lesque”. Best of luck to you, sir). He’s back tomorrow though, so until then, consider me a substitute editor, and feel free to spitball accordingly.
Worth mentioning before we get started: in the Journal story about George Dubya’s warm welcome in Edmonton, they mention a person who purchased a scalped ticket to the event for $500. That person was me, and to be clear, I would’ve paid any price to be in the same room with Kelly Hrudey.
Edmonton gives Bush warm welcome (We were at the protest, more on that later in the day).
Teachers seek proof of minister’s boasts (Did he really sing “I’m so excited?” Or is that a metaphor I’m misinterpreting? Regardless, this immediately makes me think of Jessie Spanno. Has anyone checked Dave Hancock for caffeine pills? Maybe he’s putting too much pressure on himself. “NO TIME! THERE’S – NEVER -ANY- TIME!”)
Pizza for the people (Obviously, we all need to apply for this and have one giant edmontonian-themed pizza party, where we can discuss civic matters and then get drunk watching “The Room.”)
Animal rights groups threaten lawsuit unless Edmonton moves Lucy the elephant
Alberta Lung Association supporters become victims of telephone scam
3,000 homeless in Edmonton: officials
Police release recording from murder victim’s voice mail
Did I miss anything? Leave it in the comments.