Tag Archive: 2001 Year in Review

Jan 01

My “Impaired Reading” award goes to… the City of Ottawa

Despite criticism of the declining levels of literacy in (and outside of) our schools, the city continues to close public libraries on weekends for all but 5 of the 63 hours from 6:00pm Friday to 9am on the following Monday morning.

Jan 01

Conspiracy of the Year – 2001

Not long after (quietly) announcing an agreement to open new production facilities in China and then tabling overly optimistic revenue expectations, several key Nortel managers cash in their stock options at a very profitable and overly inflated premium prior to reporting actual profits.  The ensuing sell-off prompts the Toronto Stock Exchange to cancel trading at least once and Nortel ultimately lays off roughly 40,000 employees and cripples the stock portfolios of a lot more Canadians, most of them pensioners or soon to be retired – which is exactly what those Nortel managers are today; although their nest eggs are apt to be a little more intact than ours.

Runner Up:  In an attempt to distance himself from the Shawinigate scandal, Prime Minister Jean Cretien eliminates the middle-man by identifying Shawinigan in the return address labels on most Canadian income tax returns.

Jan 01

Movie of the Year – 2001

A Knight’s Tale.

Joust about the best musical since…(Eddie and the Cruisers II). It doesn’t register on the Academy of Motion Pictures scope of likely candidate’s and every girl I mentioned this choice to has looked at me as if I was a moron – need I say more (Note: this  particular question is directed at you guys out there)?

Jan 01

Song of the Year – 2001

Only Time by Enya.

This song echoes back to the golden age of the Celts (i.e. the copper age – circa 300BC).  I may be showing the bias of my Celtic heritage; but, then again, as I gaze into my mirror at a person that is now more apt to be mistaken for Santa Clause than guys named Achmed or Franco; coupled with what I see and hear in the Music stores of today, I am thinking that older is definitely better.

Jan 01

Best Advice for the Loveworn

Based on mounting (hersay) evidence, that women don’t sweat, swear, snore, fart or burp, a panel of life science experts (and the Office of Homeland Security) recommend that men should cut women a little slack in the bitching department.  It’s their esteemed opinion that if, women aren’t aloud to bitch a little every now and then they could explode with all that stuff bottled up inside them.

Jan 01

Predictions for the Year 2002

Nature rebounds as an extraordinary number of animals on the brink of extinction make unprecedented recoveries. Environmentalists attribute this phenomena to the recent rash of deaths in epidemic proportions among hunters, fishermen and lumberjacks from what has been coined the “DetroIT Syndrome”.  Most died of starvation and/or drowning as the electrical in their off-road vehicles shorted out while crossing streams.  Without electricity they were unable to open their windows or doors.

 

The U.S. Dollar bounces back with a vengeance to record high exchange rates thanks to the introduction of Eurodollar, or more accurately the Euro 2 Dollar coin.  That’s right, not learning from a similar Canadian experiment gone bad, the European Market learns that, psychologically (and therefore economically) speaking, loose change is not accorded the same esteem as it’s paper predecessor (i.e. it’s not considered to be worth the paper it’s not printed on).

 

After many failed attempts at peace on earth, North America’s musicians finally end suffering on the planet by “not singing”.

 

Leonardo di Caprio and Tom Cruise are ordered onto steroids and ponytails are outlawed on all male action heroes in Hollywood after the US Secretary of Interior Defense discovers an undeniable correlation between the rise in terrorism and other Third World Anti-American activity and the loss of  John Wayne and the relative demise of  Eastwood, Bronson, Stallone and Schwarzenegger as box office stars.

 

On merit of it’s successful handling of the Mad Cow scare, the department of Agriculture takes over the fight against Anthrax (another epidemic of bovine origin) from the Office of Homeland Security. They immediately round up anyone who has visited Florida and/or the Senate and slaughter them; thereby, solving not only the Anthrax problem but also the rising costs of pension contributions in support of the rising numbers of senior citizens.

 

Without an army to send to war or an arms industry to profit from someone else’s war, Japan becomes the first industrial nation to collapse as a result of the Global recession.

 

Jan 01

Memory Lane at Our House 2001

It was a relatively ordinary year at our house (if abnormal can be considered, in fact, normal).  I won’t bore you with the details – if you want those you can check our home video’s (syndicated nationally and loosely disguised as a fictional television offering entitled, “Malcolm in the Middle.”)

Thing 1 played baseball, took swimming and skating lessons and lost his first tooth in 2001 – but when asked what he remembered most about the year, he responded without hesitation, “Grammy R’s hot cinnamon rolls.”

Thing 2 also learned to skate, took swimming lessons and started school last year. He would not, however, surrender his most memorable moment of 2001 but that shouldn’t surprise anyone since he rarely surrenders anything without a fight, bribes or complex diplomatic negotiation (usually instigated and won by him).  That’s not to say that Thing 2 is an overly contrary 4 year-old, however he does have his moments.  Point in reference: December 29, 2001 he hit’s his 11 year-old cousin and makes him cry.  Later that night, when I take him to the bathroom for his midnight whizz, still half asleep, his eye’s suddenly open into Spaghetti Western slits and, while ordering me to leave him alone, he smacks me in squarely the face.

Ma learned that she should be careful what she wishes for.  I don’t think 7 days in the hospital just prior to Christmas was the Club Med vacation she was looking for.  On second thought, one week of breakfast in bed, room service and cable television – without the boys and I, our laundry, lunch and listless, listeningless behavior might not be such an unpleasant memory after all.

And Pa you ask? What was his most memorable moment? Did I mention that Thing 2 smacked me in the head a couple days ago? I’m not sure that’s a legitimate number one memory so much as it may be my only memory courtesy of the ensuing brain damage.

Jan 01

New Year Resolutions 2002

Next year Pa hopes to experience his first Christmas in a decade without the aid of Neo Citron and sundry other cough remedies.  He also plans to get a life (if only for one night per week), bore the kids and never deal with Ma’s hospital or doctors without a french translator present.

Ma will learn to relax (or at least admit that Thing 1 and I have learned how and are not about to change any time soon – and certainly not as soon as she would like).

Thing 1 (doesn’t know it yet but) is going to learn to like something that can be played outdoors (or at least without the aid of video imagery of the television, computer and/or Gameboy kind).

Thing 2 (the Time Pirate), is going to learn to sleep before 8:00pm and/or stay asleep (on weekends) until 8:00am. An improvement at either end would suit us just fine.  It would also be nice if he learns to say something without requiring so much coaxing or, in the absence of that, if he stops pronouncing something as “sumkin”.

Jan 01

New Year Renovation 2002

This year we will tear out the walls around our front entrance.  Ma say’s it will brighten up the front hall, but in reality we are looking to widen the launch pad (you see, I haven’t experienced childbirth first hand, but I have a feeling that it may be easier to pass a bowling ball through the eye of a needle than it is to dress two boys and get them out the door – especially in winter).

Jan 01

Epilogue 2001

So there you have it, the year 2001 will go down in history as the year of mad cows, madmen and medical mysteries.  Did I mention that, over Ma’s 7day stint in the hospital, mad cow disease was the only diagnosis that they didn’t make at one time or another?

I hope you and yours have had a good year or, at bare minimum, you saved some brain cells and hid your stem cells.

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