Tribute Baby Please Don’t Go - Big Joe behind the wheel of a Plymouth Fury 3

The first time I heard "Baby, Please Don't Go," it hit me like a musical thunderbolt. The bluesy riffs grabbed hold of my ears, and before I knew it, my head was involuntarily bobbing like a nodding dog on a dashboard. The raw, soulful vocals penetrated my musical soul, and I couldn't escape the infectious groove. Little did I know that this seemingly straightforward plea would evolve into one of the world's most covered earworms, infiltrating genres and artists across the musical spectrum. From Muddy Waters to AC/DC, each rendition brought its unique flavor, turning a simple request into a timeless musical journey. It's like the universal anthem of pleading not to go, and I can't help but smile every time it sneaks into my playlist, proving that some earworms are just too good to resist.

Introducing - Tree Chicken

 

Zeppelin Tribute

"Stairway to High Times"

There's a lady who's sure all that glows is green,

And she's planting a stairway to high times.

When she gets there she knows, the dank buds will gleam,

With a toke, sweet Mary Jane aligns.

If you blaze too much, you'll soon find your way,

Through the haze of the lady's green tower.

On her stairway to high times, she leads you astray,

With the puff, magic herbs empower.

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants you to burn,

In her garden of earthly delights.

Sometimes all of our thoughts, they misguide us,

And whispers of weed fill the night.

If you're blazing and brave, then join in her rhyme,

There's still time to change your highway.

She's planting a stairway to high times,

With the ganja, she shows you the way.

Thoughts on Remembrance Day in 2023

Standing on the precipice of Remembrance, t

he eve laden with memories of a Cold War veteran, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of emotions, each turn revealing the tempest that silently rages beneath a veneer of calm. It's a journey where heightened senses tune into shadows and echoes, reminiscent of thunder, a symphony of anxiety triggered by innocuous sights, sounds, or scents. 

Haunting memories become ghosts in the corridors of my mind, turning every waking moment into a spectral encounter. Even sleep, my sanctuary, transforms into a battleground of nightmares. The brightest moments are tinged with a looming darkness, a constant reminder that scars run deep. 

Yet, amid this struggle, resilience emerges – a glimmer of hope that one day, the tempest may abate, and healing may embrace the wounded soul. As I reflect on my own battles, I can't help but draw parallels to the resilient spirits of the children of veterans. Like dandelions in the wind, they adapt to life's capricious winds, shining brightly in the spring, standing strong through the endless summer, and ensuring that, like poppies in a field, the sacrifices and stories of valor endure. In honoring them, we honor a legacy of courage that transcends generation 🌼🍁 #LegacyOfValor #NeverForget”

LEST WE FORGET, NEVER FORGET

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The soldier, weary and worn, trudges through the battlefield,

His heart pounding, his body aching, his spirit never healed. In this land of chaos, where danger lurks at every turn, He seeks solace, finding strength in the lessons he's learned.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for my rifle is my righteous weapon," he says under his breath. With each step, he marches on, with a purpose and a goal, Protecting his comrades, fighting for a cause that takes its toll.

He knows the horrors of war, the nightmares that haunt his sleep, But he clings to hope, for in his heart, faith runs deep. Beside him, his brothers stand, an unbreakable bond, Facing adversity together, in this cruel and unforgiving pond.

He longs for moments of respite, a chance to catch his breath, To find peace amidst the chaos, to escape the grip of death. "Lead me beside still waters," he pleads to the heavens above, Craving tranquility in a world fueled by hatred and love.

In the midst of the battleground, he finds a moment of peace, Amidst the chaos and destruction, a glimmer of release. He feels the presence of a higher power, a guiding light, Restoring his weary soul, giving him strength to continue the fight.

He knows that danger lurks just beyond the next hill, But he finds solace in the knowledge that he is never alone, still. "Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me," he whispers with conviction, Trusting in a power greater than himself, finding solace in its depiction.

In the face of adversity, he stands tall and strong, For he knows that his purpose is to right the world's wrongs. With unwavering faith and a heart filled with resolve, He walks through the darkness, knowing that he will evolve.

Though the path may be treacherous, filled with trials and despair, He remains steadfast, knowing that someone out there cares. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life," He holds onto this promise, amidst the chaos and strife.

And when his days as a soldier come to an end, He'll look back at the battles fought, the wounds that never mend. But he'll know that he gave his all, fought with every ounce of might, And he'll find peace in knowing that he fought the good fight.

Dreamscape, - Alberta foothills.

 

Kevin’s Harvesting

 

Kitty Kat’s Halloween

(Verse 1)

Wake up in the morning and I stumble out of bed,

Gotta grab my shotgun, put a helmet on my head.

Zombies outside, moaning in the street,

Gotta be quick on my feet, can't accept defeat.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, don't scratch me like that,

I'm just trying to survive in this undead spat.

(Verse 2)

They're lurking in the alleys, creeping 'round the bend,

Zombie Cat with glowing eyes, time to make amends.

Got my crossbow ready, arrows in the air,

Gotta hit the mark, show 'em I don't care.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, don't leap and attack,

I'm just dodging zombies, trying to stay intact.

(Bridge)

In this apocalyptic town, where the dead roam free,

Zombie Cat, you're looking hungry, but you won't catch me.

I'll climb the highest rooftop, I'll jump the widest gap,

Watch out Zombie Cat, you can't close this gap.

(Verse 3)

Through abandoned buildings and the streets of dread,

Zombie Cat chasing, hunger in its head.

I found a safe haven, barricaded up tight,

Zombie Cat scratching, but it can't get a bite.

(Chorus)

What's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said, what's up Zombie Cat? Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Watch out Zombie Cat, I'm closing the door,

I'll survive this night, I'll fight a bit more.

(Outro)

As the sun rises, and the undead retreat,

I'll keep on moving, with quick and nimble feet.

What's up Zombie Cat? You're just a part of the spat,

In this zombie-filled world, where survival is a fact.

Sonic goes Treat or Treating

 

Blue Llama, All righty then.

Introducing the Hindu Kush strain, a herb so divine it'll have you thinking you've reached enlightenment, or at least a higher state of chill. This strain is like the yoga guru of the cannabis world, bending and twisting your stress away. Let's take a journey to the mystical mountains of relaxation, where the air is filled with the scent of enlightenment and a subtle undertone of, well, something that rhymes with "marijuana."

Picture this: You're on a magic carpet ride, except the carpet is your couch, and the destination is the ultimate Zen zone. Hindu Kush is like a wise old sage, gently whispering, "Dude, relax, life's too short to stress about that report due tomorrow." It's the kind of strain that makes you ponder life's big questions, like, "Why do they call it a 'building' when it's already built?"

This strain is so potent, it could probably teach your dog to recite Shakespeare. Expect a calming euphoria that hits you harder than a sudden realization during meditation class. Your worries will melt away faster than that pint of ice cream you devoured during your last Netflix binge.

But beware, my enlightened friend, moderation is the key. Too much Hindu Kush, and you might find yourself in deep contemplation about whether pineapple really belongs on pizza. Spoiler alert: it does.

So, grab your yoga mat, light up some Hindu Kush, and let the cosmic giggles commence. It's not just a strain; it's a journey to the center of your own chillness. Namaste, and pass the rolling papers.

 

Canada sends its best to help in Gaza

Once upon a time in Ottawa, there lived a mild-mannered sandwich maker named Melanie. Melanie. had a special talent – she could craft the most exquisite sandwiches that could bring tears of joy to anyone who took a bite. Little did he know that his sandwich-making skills would soon play a pivotal role in bringing peace to the Middle East.

One day, as Melanie was perfecting her art at her small sandwich shop, she received a mysterious letter. To her surprise, it was an invitation from world leaders in the Middle East, requesting her presence to help resolve their long-standing conflicts through the power of sandwiches. Intrigued and slightly confused, Melanie packed up her secret sauce and her trusty sandwich press and set off on a journey to make sandwiches for peace.

Upon arriving in the Middle East, Melanie was greeted by leaders from different nations who were tired of the endless disputes and conflicts. They hoped that the magic of Melanie's sandwiches could somehow bridge the gaps between them. Melanie., being the easygoing Canadian she was, agreed to give it a shot.

She set up her sandwich station in a neutral location, a giant picnic table in the desert. As leaders gathered around, Melanie began crafting sandwiches inspired by the diverse flavours of the region. She made falafel sandwiches with a maple syrup twist, hummus and poutine wraps, and even a shawarma poutine creation. The aromas wafted through the air, and tensions started to ease.

As the leaders bit into the sandwiches, they couldn't help but be delighted by the unexpected combinations. Laughter erupted, and discussions about the ingredients turned into talks about common ground. Melanie, with her infectious smile and sandwich diplomacy, managed to bring people together through the universal language of delicious food.

Word spread quickly, and soon people from all walks of life were joining the sandwich summit. Reporters, citizens, and even local musicians brought their instruments, turning the event into a Middle Eastern sandwich festival for peace.

In the end, the leaders signed a historic peace accord, officially naming Melanie as the "Sandwich Ambassador for Peace." Melanie. returned to Ottawa, humbly resuming her sandwich-making duties, but her legend lived on. The story of the Canadian sandwich maker who brought peace to the Middle East became a beloved tale, and every year, people from all over the world gathered to celebrate the anniversary of the Great Sandwich Summit.

And so, thanks to Melanie's sandwiches, the Middle East found a new recipe for peace, one that included a dash of humour, a sprinkle of understanding, and a generous helping of deliciousness.