$477 and a kick in the groin later, we have a new blower motor on our appallingly old Coleman furnace.

As we were wrapping things up with the repair guy at 4:00 in the morning, he mentioned that we should have our furnace inspected. Apparently old furnaces can develop rust and cracks in the heat exchanger, which can allow gas and exhaust to leak into the ventilation. In simple terms, that mean carbon monoxide in the air. I like to sleep soundly, but not that soundly.

Time to call Atco Gas and book a free inspection.

There's nothing I would rather be doing at 11:30 pm on a Saturday than trying to fix the motor on my furnace. All those people who are either out partying or sleeping peacefully in their beds are missing out on some serious fun.

The first furnace repair company I spoke to quoted me $105/hr. for labour, with parts charges on top of that. The guy I talked to suggested that finding a place with the motor in stock could mean the difference between "$400 and $700".

I'm going to spend the next little while seeing if any of the pets are capable of laying golden eggs, and then I'm going to call around to see which furnace parts wholesaler gets to kick us in the groin.

Dr. Ignacio Muro, embittered by years of being scorned as the doctor of the Subaru World Rally Team, contemplates his future of fame and wealth as a driver after giving Tommi M�kinen a nasty case of the runs.

Petter Solberg finds that vodka improves his reflexes.

Vidar Magnusson finds that his vantage point is the envy of all his friends, but his soiled pants are not.

Safety is the order of the day at the WRC. There's nothing like a stack of timber to cushion the blow.

Apologies to SWRT for stealing borrowing the above pictures.

I had my hair cut yesterday, but I don't have a camera handy to show you what it looks like. Therefore, I decided to draw my likeness using good old-fashioned Paint:

I decided that a few different perspectives would help provide the whole picture. I managed to kidnap borrow some children to draw some pictures of my new haircut. Here is the result:

I asked the first child for a reasonable representation of what I look like. Through fits of hysterical laughter, he drew this:

I pointed out that I was looking for something that accurately represented my hairstyle.

I interrupted the drawing to check my email, and I was treated to a desktop full of spam. I then let the first child back on the computer.

After being presented with the picture above, I dragged the first child out of my chair and sent him packing. I then asked the second child to draw a picture of my hairstyle.

She was easily distracted.