Saturday, September 27, 2008

Top three weight-loss mistakes

This guy makes a ton of sense. It's amazing how many people think that those horrible rice cakes are diet food. They are the worst things you can eat!

Actor Paul Newman has died at 83

After a long battle with cancer, Oscar-winning actor Paul Newman has died at the age of 83. Click here for more.

Friday, September 26, 2008

2008 Magnum Opus Gala Art Auction in Moncton

ART OPENING

Artists participating in the Magnum Opus Gala Art Auction
A benefit evening in support of the Moncton Public Library
Wednesday, October 1, at 12 p.m.
at the Moncton Public Library, 644 Main Street.
Join us for the unveiling of the art that to be auctioned at the Gala.
Many artists will be in attendance. A light meal will be served.

Participating artists are Elaine Amyot, Julie Boulianne, Paul Édouard Bourque, Suzanne Dallaire, Adrienne Godbout, Georges Goguen, Joan Gregory, Maurice Henri, Kathy Hooper, Jorgen Klausen, Sandi Komst, Carole Malcolm, Jeanne LeBlanc Mullin, Catherine Linfield, Amber Lounder, Freeman Patterson, Shayla Perreault-Newcomb, Claude Roussel,
Dave Skyrie and Roger Vautour.

The Magnum Opus Gala Art Auction will take place on Sunday, October 26, 2008 at 7 p.m. at the Delta Beauséjour Hotel. Guest speaker is best-selling author Kathy Reichs.
Tickets are available at the Moncton Public Library for $50.

For more information:
Chantale Bellemare
City Librarian - Moncton Public Library
644 Main Street, Suite 101, Moncton, NB, E1C 1E2
tel (506) 869-6000 fax (506) 869-6040
(click on the photo for a larger version of the poster)

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Only three months to go 'til Ho! Ho! Ho!

If you're looking for a great online holiday music radio station, check out Accuholidays.com. Click on the photo above.

Well... maybe he just looks like a Frank...

Hump Day
By Brian Cormier
Moncton Times & Transcript
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Editorial Page (pg. D8)

I think it's time to legally change my name from Brian Joseph Cormier to Frank Kevin Michael Cormier. I'm not sure why, but a lot of people seem to want to call me by a name other than the one I was given when I was born.

At least once per month, I introduce myself to someone as "Brian Cormier" and they respond, "Hi Frank". It's never Jim. . . or Bob. . . or Horatio. . . or Basil. It's always Frank. And if it isn't Frank, it's a client who insists on calling me Michael when he sees me.

And then there's the local hotel catering boss who has called me Kevin for years. "Hi Kevin!" he always says cheerfully and sincerely. One day, I'm going to tell him that I'm Kevin's twin brother Brian, and that poor Kevin died of food poisoning after eating some of his banquet food at a recent event. I would then break down and sob, forcing him to console me with, "There, there . . . Brian". Only then would my real name embed itself into his hors d'oeuvre-filled brain.

That'll learn him, as they say in the boonies.

I've always been called by my first name. The only exception was a period of time in the 1980s when I acquired a nickname that I'd rather not repeat. Oh, and then there was the time that I grew a very coarse and curly beard in university. Let's just say that the nickname my college buddies gave me wasn't one you'd repeat in mixed company. Enough said about that one.

One buddy of mine liked to call me "Beej", which he derived from Brian J. Cormier. I liked that one. Not offensive in the least.

Since he was born, I've always called my brother "T-Boy", a nickname apparently arrived at from being very small as a baby ("petit" in French) and a "boy", thus T-Boy. In fact, I've never called him by his given name in my life. I don't remember my parents or sister calling him by his given name either.

My parents' names are shortened, as many are. Bernard became Bernie. Alfreda became Freda. I told another college buddy once what my father used to call my mother for short sometimes. He immediately turned it into something disgusting. He's an Anglican priest now. Something funny for the church bulletin!

I do have one aunt with a more-or-less unique name for around here: Enid. Her sister-in-law never could get her name right and called her "Ena" for years. She's been called Inez, too. And Edna.

I don't know why people give their children bizarre names, or regular names with bizarre spellings. All this does is relegate them to a lifetime of spelling out their name for everyone they meet. I suppose it sounded cute at the time. If you name your child Baubbi instead of Bobby, well you might as well just tattoo it on his forehead because it will save him the trouble of repeating it over and over again until he snaps, holds up a bank and begs the police to shoot him.

"Sir, the hostage negotiator would like to know how to spell your name."

Of course, I can't be too judgmental. I've never gone through the stressful process of having to name a child. I can just imagine having to deal with the pressure from grandparents of wanting to name a son after great uncle Egbert who invented the toilet scrubber, or a daughter after cousin Gertrude-Mathilda (that's hyphenated on purpose) who once saved the life of a local chicken by giving it CPR after it laid a jumbo-sized egg sideways.

But honestly, you'd think parents would have the guts to stand up to people who want them to give their children foolish names. In all fairness, though, I've sometimes gasped at the horrible names given to friends' children of their own free will!

I once literally laughed out loud in a friend's face when she told me what she wanted to name her son. I thought she was joking, but she was serious. I felt awful, but I'm pretty sure my horror has been vindicated as the kid has been likely getting "atomic wedgies" and "purple nurples" (look them up) in the schoolyard ever since. Poor thing! I bet he wears a pocket protector too.

One guy I know named his kid after a TV character he admired. Thankfully for the kid, it wasn't Daffy or Bugs. I also know people with no middle name -- just first and last -- as well as people who have so many middle names that they have their own page in the telephone directory.

If you're online, a fun thing to do is to Google your own name to see what others with your name are up to. Facebook is great for this because you also see photos. Who knew that every Brian Cormier on Facebook is stunningly handsome? I would have never guessed.

And for all those wrong numbers that I get: No, I'm not the Brian Cormier who's the football coach. I'm also not the Brian Cormier who plays in a band. At least I can take solace in the fact that they're likely stunningly handsome with a name like that.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Actor Tommy Bond died three years ago today

"I Love to Singa depicts the story of a young owlet who wants to sing jazz, instead of the classical music that his German parents wish him to perform. The plot is a light-hearted tribute to that of Al Jolson's film The Jazz Singer.

The young owl, voiced by Tommy Bond, best known as "Butch" of the Our Gang (Little Rascals) films, is unjustly kicked out of his family's house by his disciplinarian violinist father (voiced by Billy Bletcher) after he is caught singing jazz instead of Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes to his mother's (voiced by Martha Wentworth) reed (pump) organ accompaniment. (However she is not depicted as operating the pump pedals.) While wandering, he comes across a radio amateur contest, hosted by "Jack Bunny" (a pun on Jack Benny), and billing himself as "Owl Jolson", wins the contest, but not before his father has finally seen his son's potential and allowed him to freely sing jazz."


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

This week's Hump Day column...

... is all about names, nicknames, wrong names... It seems that some people keep wanting to call me by a completely different name. Most of the nicknames I've had in the past haven't been terribly complimentary, but I did manage to like one of them.

Read all about the nickname game in this week's Hump Day column on the editorial page of tomorrow's Moncton Times & Transcript. It will also be posted online here on Thursday.

Monday, September 22, 2008

It's the first day of fall!

My favourite time of the year is here!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

This kitty actually seems to find having a bath relaxing!

He looks more pitiful than he actually is. Trust me, if he hated it, he would have jumped out.