Now, I don't know much about this story. All I'm going on is a piece CBC ran tonight. It was still enough to make me go "blech" and "grrrr" inside. Plus, knowing only part of a story has never stopped me from ranting here in the past. I'll give it to you short, you dig?

There's a gallery in Fredericton called The Beaverbrook Art Gallery. Basically, some dude that done made good for himself still loved his ol' NB roots, and gave them a little sumtin-sumtin in the form of this gallery. Apparently, Beaverbrook wrote at the time, and I paraphrase,

"I loves me my home, NB, and I'm going to give them all these paintings. The paintings will all be stored in the gallery that I'm having built in Freddy."

It was pretty much as clear as that. No doubt at all. Well, some greedy-head relatives foundation or some such nonsense are trying to rip as much as they can from the gallery, now that the Beav is dead, saying, "Uh, he only meant it as a loan." Way to speak for the deceased, skippy. Nice one. In any event, the gallery is going to get some money out of what happened, but they are going to lose some art, too. Get the whole skinny here.


In other news, I had more hits yesterday than any other single day (since I started tracking stuff in December). I also had my first recorded hit from Africa, giving me a hit on every continent now. Sweet.

Sadly, today, I did not win Compass' Coronation Street contest. I was pissed. I'm OK now.