Voicemail from Jenn Hollis - Something about some guy asking her for something. 

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Lots of people have been adding themselves to the Frappr Map.  If you haven't yet, check out SpineRadio.com and click on the link above the map on the right hand side of the page.  It's really cool to see our listeners from all around the world. 

 Leave it to the Catholics to screw up kids for life (second only to the Scientologists, I might add).
http://catholicinsight.com/online/church/education/article_666.shtml

Note the URL, ending in 666, and the tagline at the bottom of the article:  "The truth will free our youth."

Election Polls -- Are they a useful tool for gauging the popular opinion, or a malicious device for swaying it?

The Liberals say that they'll visit legislation to outlaw electon polls if they're elected.  Is this just because a recent poll says they're in last place?

Upwards of 1300 buddhists may be coming to Halifax for a buddhist Royal Wedding
More than 1,300 followers, some from as far away as Tibet, India and Europe, are expected to attend Saturday's wedding of Sakyong Jamgon Mipham -- the leader of Shambhala Buddhism -- and Tibetan princess Tseyang Palmo.  The Sakyong, son of the movement's founder Chogyam Trungpa, is the spiritual leader of more than 10,000 Shambhala Buddhists around the world. 

Gay Mounties To Wed In Nova Scotia
"I think it's great if we change the public perception," said Tree, 27, who patrols a stretch of rural fishing communities along the Bay of Fundy. "If the public sees the RCMP as representing the diversity of the community, that is good."  About 25 miles away, Connors, 28, helps to police Yarmouth, a town of 8,000. The two men met in college eight years ago and have been partners since. 

Greekfest - Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
Aways a fun time.  Lots of greek food, that's the best part.

We got a new barbeque, 2cm bigger than my old one.  The old one's burner mechanism seized up and I barely got any flame anymore.

Funny story about how I came to obtain that old barbeque....

I was listening to Q104, a local rock radio station, and I called in to one of those morning show contests. Well, this was one of the few times when I actually got through to the station, and I won some free passes to a Jimmy Flynn show at this bar in Bayes Lake, rthe business park not too far from my house.

As we walk in the door, because I was a winner of one of the radio station's sets of tickets, I had my name entered for a draw.  Later we figured out that the bar was holding a draw of their own for a sea-doo, independant from the radio station, that was scheduled to be drawn for in a few weeks.  The 6 of us grabbed a whole pad of ballots from the bar and started furiously filling them out and we dumped them all into the sea-doo contest.

Later in the evening, they started picking names out of the box.  The first prize was the shittiest, a coleman cooler set.  They picked out Mike's name.  The way they were doing the drawing, the winner of the current prize got to pick the winning ballot of the next prize, but they can't see who it is.  So Mike fishes his hand in the box and he's feeling around, and he feels that one of the entries has something on the back of it.  He picks it.  He comes back to the table to tell the story.

Beth recalls that she has stuck one of those temporary tattoos on the back of her ballot for the sea-doo.  We all start shitting our pants because we realize that we didn't drop all those ballots into the sea-doo contest, we dropped them into the radio station contest where we're only supposed to have one entry each.  We're worried that we're going to be called out as cheaters if any of our names get drawn twice.

Half an hour later, sure enough, they call Beth's name...I think she won some deck chairs or something.  Beth picks the next name, and we're all praying that it's not Mike's name or her own that she comes up with.  It turns out to be Ryan's name, and he wins the BBQ...the biggest prize of the night.

As they call out his name, he starts screaming on the dance floor (because he's drunk).  Somebody called him a "poor winner".  I can see why people were getting upset, all of the winners for the night were sitting at one table...ours :)

Anyway, Ryan already had a BBQ, so he sold me that one for $60.  Best BBQ I've ever owned.