/Blog/GVickman/blogs.aspxGord's Blogen-usCopyright 2012, CFHK-FMThu, 17 May 2012 15:27:16 GMTThu, 17 May 2012 09:58:14 GMT1http://emmisinteractive.comNot sure about you, but technology is blowing my mind these days.  We were up the highway last weekend and had and a coffee craving.  We punched a few words into Sheila’s iPhone and within seconds, a map popped up with our location and about six others where we could get some caffeine.  Amazing. So is this.  The future of television is pretty mysterious, wouldn’t you say?  A new set is coming soon that looks just like a block of glass on the wall.  Nobody even knows it’s a television until you turn it on.  You can even load an image on the screen so it looks like a photo or a painting. As our gadgets and appliances get smaller and less conspicuous, I’m wondering what we’ll use to fill our houses.  Pretty soon we’ll all be living in barren rooms with just a bed and four secretive, bare walls.  .../Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10384230gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10384230Thu, 17 May 2012 09:58:14 GMT/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10383330gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10383330Tue, 15 May 2012 11:40:13 GMTOver the years, I’ve had the misfortune of hearing a windbag or two talk about early retirement.  When someone starts going on and on about leaving the rat race by 35, 45 or whatever, I don’t feel envious.  I actually feel sorry for them, because if your only motivation in life is to stop working as soon as humanly possible, you likely detest what you do for a living.  That’s so incredibly sad. Don’t stress out trying to be a skydiving ninja supermom.  It’s unrealistic.  Just live life well and if you decide that more often than not, you don’t feel like doing what you have to do, make a conscious change.  How do you know what you’ll regret though?  Follow the tips of Bonnie Ware, a nurse who spent years talking to patients on their last days.  Here are the top five regrets of the dying.  Try to have none .../Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10380386gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10380386Sat, 12 May 2012 15:15:13 GMTWhat do you get when you assemble a dozen under-sexed grannies and the neighbourhood nutcase in one focus group?  The accusation of “pornography” on the back of our new $20 bill.  It’s actually the Vimy Memorial in France, dedicated to Canadian soldiers who lost their lives in World War I.  The bill is the green image on the left, the Memorial on the right. I guess people really do see what they want to see.  I’d suggest a cold shower for most of these unfocused folks./Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10382309gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10382309Fri, 11 May 2012 10:09:28 GMTI'm all for personal hygiene, but this is getting silly.  Buzz has been spending a lot of his time on . . . certain areas.  Should I be worried that he's a perv, or is this just a spring tradition for house cats?  Please advise./Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10381880gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10381880Thu, 10 May 2012 10:45:03 GMTIf every Grade 5 science class was about dinosaur farts, I would have paid much more attention. Consequently, if you're trying to teach this to a room full of children one day, good luck./Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10381383gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10381383Wed, 09 May 2012 10:06:21 GMTCanada's $100 and $50 bills have already had a makeover, so now it's the $20's turn.  Click the little magnifying glass in the bottom right corner of the picture to get a better look. The first time I ever laid hands on a polymer bill was in Guatemala about four summers ago.  I was extremely skeptical when a boat taxi driver handed me one as change.  I thought he was trying to pass something off that he'd made in the basement.  I took a closer look and loved what I saw. They're great because they don't stick together, get filthy or rip like the cotton bills we're using now.  If you're the type of person who has lots of pockets, you can even wash the new bills and they'll come out looking better.  Who doesn't like finding money in a pocket you forgot you had?  C'mon, admit it.  It's better .../Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10379216gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10379216Wed, 02 May 2012 19:54:59 GMT/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10378566gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10378566Tue, 01 May 2012 14:39:38 GMTThe term “worst movie ever” is batted around too much.  It’s important to save this distinction for the heavyweight champions of cinematic garbage, like Shark Night 3D.  We rented it on Saturday night and were beyond confused.  The “plot” centers around three local hobos who’ve somehow managed to train man-eating sharks to devour sexy teenagers whenever possible.  Here are five things out of about seven thousand we saw that made absolutely no sense: Why are they there? – Eight attractive people who aren’t actually friends in the first place go to a rich girl's cottage for a week.  Wouldn’t you rather bring your real friends instead?? Where did the sharks come from? – There are a dozen bloodthirsty sharks in a lake, but everybody who enjoyed this flick failed biology so who cares.  I'm sure they'd do just fine without salt water or anything to eat for weeks on end. .../Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10377951gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10377951Tue, 01 May 2012 00:11:41 GMT The best part of being a bit out of shape is that people give you praise when you complete anything remotely physical.  My mother would have been so proud last May when we ran the Sporting Life 10K in just over an hour.  Too bad I didn't tell her I was doing it.  Actually, I didn't tell anyone in case I fell down and needed an oxygen tank.   My favourite part of running races is beating 'runners' who've turned the cheapest exercise on earth into an underwater commando mission from outer space.  Rest assured; no one needs four litres of water hanging from their crotch unless they're running to Minnesota.    Here's how you "run" properly-- Go outside.  Lean forward.  Repeat. /Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10226619gord.vickman@corusent.com (Gord)/Blog/GVickman/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10226619Fri, 27 Apr 2012 09:41:48 GMT