Last time we bought groceries, we broke down and bought a box of two dozen of those little powdered sugar cake donuts.

Boy, does that take me back.

When I was in high school, we used to call those 'Cocaine Katies', because they were covered in white powder, and, well, because we were losers.

My friend Chris and I used to eat them for lunch every day. We would head over to the Mac's and buy a litre of chocolate milk and a dozen Cocaine Katies each. There's nothing like a near fatal sugar buzz to make the afternoon fly by.

There are a number of people who don't fully understand how my mind works, my family included. They love me dearly, but I suspect there are times they just don't 'get' me. I present the following anecdote as an example of how my mind works.

A couple weeks ago, Lisa wanted to tell me something about a double yellow headed Amazon parrot she saw at the store. The conversation went something like this:

LISA: So there's this double-yellow headed parrot at the Pet Store and...

ME: A two-headed parrot? Cool.

LISA: No, not two-headed, it's a double yellow headed...

ME: Do you think it talks to itself? Fights over crackers and things?

LISA: It doesn't have two heads.

ME: That would be cool. We'd name him Cerberus. Like Hades' dog and stuff. Cerberus, the two-headed parrot of Hades.

LISA: No, it just refers to the color of its feathers. The yellow-headed Amazon parrot has like a stripe of yellow on its head, so when they discovered a new parrot whose entire head is yellow, they named it the double yellow headed parrot.

ME: ... I think my version is funnier. We could teach him to say things like 'ABANDON ALL HOPE!' That would be cool.

LISA: Can I tell my story now?

Next week is the Barenaked Ladies concert we've been waiting for for so long. Tricia is three weeks from giving birth, and we fully expect her to explode during 'One Week'.

We've already told her that if she goes into labor, we're not leaving the concert. Hey, if she gives birth at the concert, we're sure to be brought up on stage. Of course she'd have to name the baby 'Gordon' or 'Enid' or something. Her husband Dan suggested 'Jane St. Claire'.

Over in the forum:

Kel: beef jerky spokesman
Napster coughs up the cash

Grandma soup?

So are you ever moving back to Calgary?

Take me home, big fella