Hockey Racquets (Wirecrossed Consultant Edition)

A city consultant's public art solution to the question of how best to memorialize beloved kids' hockey stick doctor Jack Purcell. For just south of $50,000. Because apparently there were two Jack Purcells, and the one for whom the adjoining Elgin Street recreation centre is not named was a badminton champ. In Guelph.

I dunno. Maybe if you squint. . .

News story replete with retro-rationalisations, or, if you will, lame-o excuses, here.

It is unclear from any of the media coverage whether the unnamed consultant was ever imposed upon, or even offered, to knock a few bucks off the bill for, you know, dropping the ball. . . errr, bird. . . ummm, puck.

Ottawa Police Identify Glebe Firebombing Suspects

Gettin' it? Uh, no

Over a weekend feast of gobbling bird, talk turned to an incessantly played TV commercial for the erectile dysfunction drug Cialis.

You know the one: a man getting ready for work asks his wife a stream of questions: Have you seen my wallet? Have you seen my good shoes?

The man becomes increasingly annoyed, as he appears late and cannot locate any of his things. Finally, he makes his way to the garage to discover his car has a flat tire. His wife sits at the kitchen table in her bathrobe, sporting a quizzical half-smile.

No one at dinner could figure out what was going on in this commercial. Three theories were floated:

(*) One of the side-effects of Cialis is memory loss.
(*) The woman is so tired of being this Cialis-addled man's love slave, she sabotaged all his stuff.
(*) The woman is enjoying her hubby's Cialis-popping ways so much, she never wants him to leave home.

What do you think this ad is about? Or does the company just want us to be confused so random bloggers will ponder all this and inadvertently plug their little yellow pills? Help us out here!