Comments on Mental Blog: Yoni School Federal Election Watch 2008 Pt.4

I just met Glenn Soulis on a walk back home on Que...

2008-10-10T16:38:50.406-04:00

I just met Glenn Soulis on a walk back home on Queen Street. He came roaring around the corner from Westmount, hooting his horn. Wondered where I had been. I missed his lunch hour concert at St. Andrews, last Wednesday. Then I remembered that's what I used to do, going to lunch hour concerts, before I got else wise occupied. I got out of that habit, after. Time I don the habit again. Ha, ha.

Glenn was clad in Leder Hosen,and on his way back from an Octoberfest performance in a home for the elderly. He told me that he is taking music lessons to more improve his skills and knowhow. Sjee, I cannot imagine Glenn playing more perfect than he did already. But he says he can tell the difference himself.

When he drove off again, I thought that I should've asked him if he knew how Nonie is doing.

I wondered why the Greens had not approached me for putting a sign on the lawn. I tried to order one on line. Had the whole e-mail done but it wouldn't send out. I had to give an e-mail server name, and I didn't understand the choices.

So, I discovered that my membership expired. Maybe that has to do with it. I'm not at the list anymore. I am used to be reminded when memberships are about to expire.

I'd been considering voting Liberal against that conservative turkey. But my consious won't let me do it. My heart is green.

I filled out an on-line form for getting a sign. It didn't say send on the end but save. I clicked that. Don't know if it gets delivered that way.

A lot of computer stuff still daunts me.

Well, my lawn is green. I put a big, bright, orange pumpkin on it for effect.

Around here the main colour is red.

All good questions, Madame X.Beginning with the la...

2008-10-08T23:29:38.865-04:00

All good questions, Madame X.

Beginning with the last: Oktfest is open for business. Nowadays (as in the old Macdonald days) the politicians come to the bar. Maybe they'll buy you a beer and you will vote for them.

Second last: We must exercise the third person since, politically and economically, we seem to have entered the fourth dimension. Remember when the formula was: first the depression, then the war? Now we have first the war, then the depression.

Third last: Madame X is beyond special. I like the Green sign. It looks like a sliced lime spreading itself out to be placed on the rim of a Bloody Caesar. The region in the neighbourhood of Yoni School is peppered with Constipated blue.

I sincerely hope novelists are not Constipated. They should know that Stephen Harpie has no feeling for the arts.

Poets may vote. Potes, however, are commonly flogged before dinner.

Speaking of which...First question: I am allowed to vote. Every day. The choices are rice pudding or green jello.

Hey Larry, can you vote where you are incarcerated...

2008-10-08T22:47:29.615-04:00

Hey Larry, can you vote where you are incarcerated?

Do they let poets vote?

Novelists, I believe, have been emancipated. Or is that emaciated? Or constipated? Not sure...

Anyway, Xena has a Green sign on her green lawn... She figured that she'd be original, since no one else on her street has a green sign. She's the only one. That makes her special, huh?

What the hell am I doing, talking in the third person???? Larry/Gary/Gary/Larry is affecting me...

Okay, it is October, and that means Oktober....fest.

Smack in the midst of an election. In the old days, they used to shut the bars on election day. Does that happen anymore? And heaven forbid, what would that mean to Oktoberfest?