So we had the annual, actually, the 87th Annual, dress-up-and-make-political-speeches-thank-god-my-family-the-cast-and-crew-for-an-amazing-film extravanganza. It was hosted by Neil Patrick Harris and featured a confusing opening song-and-dance. Well produced it may have been, but it was confusing. To me, at least, and my opinion is all that matters to me. Two reasons I stopped watching it:…
So recently, some female author, trying to flog her book, sponsored a debate on premarital sex. Briefly, she asked, Yes or No. Of course the usual pseudo social activists were quick to jump in with both feet condemning with many references to cultural heritage, some faux religious mumbo jumbo and a overall sense…
As is customary on such formal occasions the responsibility for writing a commemorative post devolves upon The Slo-Man.
August is a grand old month. Not only does the first whisper of cooler climes caress your cheek as you walk to work, but August brings the first jackets, the last languorous look at lighted evenings before the days shorten faster and faster. The light changes and the first leaf falls from the tree. August is venerable, the wise old month, letting you know that it is quite alright to have some fun, but serious work lies ahead, so charge your batteries, stock up on the canned food, bring in the frozen meats and prepare, prepare for the hard days that lie just ahead. August is wise, August is getting up there in age, August is.
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So America can now collectively pat it's back and congratulate itself on a job well done. What a lesson for those pesky racists! The first rule of public life is - never be found out. Publicly. You can have a string of prior convictions for the same offence, but as long as the…
I am? I do? A question put to me the other day left me scratching me head. Not because I have dandruff or other head afflictions, but figuratively speaking I was left wondering. What was the question, you ask? "What do you like?" asked the interrogator? They went on to speculate on the…
Well, here we are again! Figure skating controversy at the Sochi Winter Olympics. Surprise! Shock! Horror! I must confess this post was started during the London Olympics and consisted of the following two paragraphs (to make it easier for the not-so-bright-at-understanding-long-sentences-in-English I've put them (the two paragraphs) in italics.) The first week of…
Introduction Once upon a time, the Slo-Man was a software programmer, a systems designer known for solving complex problems. His penchant for using innovative data models was a source of much admiration and satisfaction, mostly by and to himself. He ran software development teams with an iron hand, laying down detailed coding standards…
December has become the present. Just as November is the early present. The day after Halloween, stores change from orange and black to red and green, from the scary and gloomy to the bright and festive. Drivers become shoppers and shoppers forget parking skills. Good people become bad tempered louts. The spirit of…
And that's what it should be, the greeting. Not 'Happy Holidays', but 'Merry Christmas' for the reason for the holiday is Christmas. Lest I begin to sound like the PeevedPunjabi, let me hasten to wish all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you are able to enjoy a warm and cozy Christmas with…
The Slo-Man has decided not to decide whether it is he or them. He is inclined to believe it is them. He is aware that they probably think it is he. Maybe we should step back just a bit and explore this curious state of affairs. First of all, we already know the…