How about Sasquatch hunting as a retirement project?

I've just read about a man in his 70s who has a PhD in wildlife biology, and is searching for Sasquatch evidence.

What a wonderful project for retirement... and he has the credentials to be taken seriously if he finds more evidence. Unfortunately, as the article says, no one believes in the evidence that has been gathered so far. Actual DNA evidence is what scientists are looking for before they believe the Sasquatch is real.

Of course, in August 2012, scientists announced evidence for the discovery of 2 new pre-human species so it's not a matter of "we've found all there is to find" in terms of us monkeys who walk upright. There were many species that led up to us, maybe even more than we know about now.

In September 2012, scientists announced a new monkey species had been found living in the Congo. So there are new living monkey species to be found, even now.

I think it may be possible that there is another species of us monkeys that lives in the forests of B.C. They're just not sociable enough to want to make contact with us. Can't blame them really, we're apparently a lot shorter than them, and we likely smell funny to them - apparently they smell funny to us, so the same is probably true on their side. And they may "whoop" to each other to communicate, but some of us babble incessantly, talking to each other without ever "communicating" anything. So much noise, so little communication. So I'm not surprised they haven't popped round for tea. But maybe this retired PhD can find them! He's probably pretty good at that whole "communication" thing.

Is it "woman of a certain age" time already?

My spouse and I went to see Jerry Seinfeld doing stand-up comedy at the Orpheum Theatre last night. He was great to see again. At the end he took questions from the audience - one question was "Are you going to do another TV show?" his answer was "No. I'm old. I'm rich. And I'm tired!" Fair enough. It was fun to see him on stage.

Before the show started, and again at the end they had Frank Sinatra recordings playing.

I knew most of the Frank Sinatra songs. I have most of the Frank Sinatra songs. Oh dear, this may mean I'm now a "woman of a certain age". The rather obtuse way of saying "she's an old broad" or "middle aged" or "past it"... overall, not very complimentary.

But as Jerry's warm up act says "you're getting older - live with it" (the warm up guy, whose name I cannot find online - annoying - was good...) (even though I did find an interesting link to Jerry's new web project Comedians Getting Coffee. Go see - it's fun.)

As we were waiting for the show to start we realized that my spouse's mother was the age I am now when my spouse and I got married. OK, "woman of a certain age" sinks in as the appropriate moniker now. She liked Frank Sinatra too.

And once again I have to ask "I'm middle aged? When did that happen?" It just creeps up on you. Time is sneaky.

Who's eating the locals?

The local farmers' market is a wonderful thing to go to on a sunny Saturday morning. Most everyone brings their own bags. Many of the bags have advertising - usually for local organic or natural foods places.

This morning I saw a bag I haven't seen before it said: Eat Locals

I'm thinking the Vancouver Zombie Walk is over now... I got some interesting photos like this one from it, but eating the locals just seems downright unsociable.

Oh, the tyranny of the misplaced s.