I always try to take The Vancouver Sun newspaper to bed with me in my parkade; my bike trailer gets to sit on newspaper in case it wets itself -- those darn drippy beer cans, and it only takes six big broadsheet pages to do the job.

That's how I found this headline staring me in the face last night. Ugly subject, ugly awkward headline. The worst thing about it wasn't how the whole thing turned on a comma, the worst thing was that I understood it perfectly, and that was because politics itself increasingly makes no little or no sense.

Naturally the headline will be as absurd as the subject (not to mention the resulting  post).

Here's a photo I took of Travis Lupick taking my photo. Travis is the editor of The Georgia Straight's online magazine, straight.com. He joined me for breakfast this morning to get a bit of my story -- the "former Georgia Straight employee, now homeless, hobo blogger" -- that's two hours of his life he'll never get back. This is the result of my post about the 30-year-old cutout Mr. Wuxtry which still graces the lobby of The Georgia Straight's swank West Broadway offices. My conversation with Travis was enlivened by a third party, a music teacher from Calgary, Alberta, who's name has already escaped me. Right after Travis left to get back to the office, his seat next to me was taken by Bill. I didn't know Bill at all, but I do know his sister, Stella, a talented designer who worked at The Georgia Straight ten years ago, and now, says Bill, has her own company. Click the image to enlarge it.

Baseball bat beats back bad dogs

The Province newspaper, June 6, 2008 [■]