My Life is A Drama Free Zone

Warning: the contents of this entry will in no way, shape or form be relevant to one another, save in that way in which they have all managed to piss me off. And now, the disjointed ramblings of the irritated.

Future ramblings will depend entirely on the stupidity of others. Stay tuned. Or don't.

I don't remember school being such a bitch...

And even then, I really have no idea how bad it'd have to be for someone to show up to school with a gun and blow the hell out of teachers, other students… whichever. And yet, it happened in Colorado, it happened in Montreal, and it happened in Whisconsin. A student showed up at school, and before classes even started for the day, and put a couple rounds in the school's principal. Maybe I'm just too naive for my own good, but… since when did school, of all places, become *that* terrible a place to be? I've been known to skip a class or few, don't get me wrong, but… that? Hm. I guess we all react differently under stress…

September 28, 2006

Wil Wheaton says it best.

I've slammed Bush on this thing and in person (no, not in person with him, regretfully) several dozen times. But no one does it quite like mister Wheaton. And I know he isn't slamming Bush just for the sole purpose of slamming him, but I do have to agree wholeheartedly. George Bush isn't a lot better than the terrorists he's supposedly fighting. And, unfortunately, our beloved Prime Minister, who I've also slammed on this thing more than a dozen times, is dragging Canada down along with the US. But, I'll just shake my head, and move on to reading the next blog, because to be blatantly honest, I didn't vote him in. And if it were up to me, he'd still be looking for a job. But it's not, so I'll just wait until next election, and hope there are more than a handful of people who want a change from the usual liberals versus conservatives bullshit that's very slowly screwing us over. Heh, and I don't even read this guy's blog just because I happened to see him on Star Trek. Although now that I mention it… I wonder if he RP's.

How's your attitude?

Until they piss me off. Then they discover what I've been saying for years. I'm a prick.

Well, it would seem I was right.

Because them damn terrorists are just waiting to cross the border, you know.

The US must think Canadians are a bunch of flops when it comes to things like border security, and things like that. I mean, the fact that the conservatives are making us look pathetic on our own border is one thing, but still, that's no reason to go way the hell over the top and start live amunition drills right in the great lakes. Neverminding the environmental issues this promises, I always thought it to be a neutral place between the ajoining Canadian and US shorelines. And, of course, there's the fact that we *can*, believe it or not, defend our own goddamn border. But no, the good old US coast guard wants to start deploying armed ships along their side of the border just in case. Not that it makes a huge difference anyway. Anyone with any intent who wants to get into the US already knows the way in is across the US Mexico border. If you wanna start showing millitary force on a border, start there. Stupid freakin' american coast guard…

I'm too easily amused.

My brother just tried to make himself look and sound pathetic in an attempt to get my mom, who was heading to the grocery store, to swing by here first so he can grab his smokes out of the car. Perhaps this is just me taking some sort of cruel pleasure in the fact another smoker gets to suffer, but I find this highly amusing. And I'm pretty sure it won't teach him to be any more organized, either. Which… is probably where the amusement comes from. Ah well, I never claimed to make sense.

If ever there was a reason to ditch Tellqvist...

I was forced to watch it last night. Absolutely, absolutely, *brutal*! I mean, not that he got all that much help defensively with the exception of the likes of McCabe and Brown, who I think wants to try and take Domi's place after his retirement, but… still. The preseason's half over now. More than half, actually. You'd think he'd actually start to play like an NHL goaltender by now. But, sadly, his play has gone from good to crappy in the span of a week, whereas at least Aubin is picking up where he left off, and Raycroft is actually hanging in there. The only real questionmark here is Tellqvist, but then again he's only a questionmark in the eyes of the coaching staff… I know where he's supposed to be. And it ain't with the big club. He, and about half the squad that played tonight IMHO, should be on their way to the AHL arena down the road, *today*. Or, if not today, then preferably before they embarrass us against detroit on Saturday and/or Sunday. I like my leafs above .500, thankyaverymuch!

September 27, 2006

Medicinal merijuana - or: Why morons get elected.

There's way too many articles circulating both online and off both for and against the supposed benefits of medicinal merijuana, if there's even such a thing as using it strictly for medicinal purposes. A mailing list I'm on went up in arms last night and earlier this morning when it was released that our government would be cancelling a project started by the liberals for the specific purpose of medicinal merijuana research. Now, personally, I could really care less one way or the other–I don't use it, don't know anyone who uses it (well, not medicinally, anyway), and just generally… don't really give a shit whether the research project stays or goes. My indifference on the subject, however, prompted some rather… surprising responses, even from those who were obviously pro-merijuana research. Some of these responses, mind you, really make me question the kinds of people we have voting for our governments of late. One in particular really made me shake my head, and ask myself what the hell people are thinking nowadays. Names shall be altered to protect the innocent and/or misguided.

Okay, so extreme run-on sentences and otherwise bad punctuation aside… this smells of either stupidity, or massive stoner. I somehow don't think it's the latter, but I really don't *want* to think it's the former… the original sender of the email *usually* has a good point. But refusing morphine, which is pretty much the strongest pain killer they can give you at any hospital up here, at least–there's a reason, after all, why it's only available in hospitals–in favour of going home and hitting a joint instead? I don't know. Even if I supported the idea behind merijuana research, I sure as hell wouldn't be turning down something to at *least* take the edge off the pain, if nothing else. I mean, I know I have a high pain tolerence anyway, but still. That's just all manner of rediculous, IMHO. I'm beginning to think the only reason she did that was for the sole purpose of just going home to smoke up. Seriously… that doesn't do a damn thing for the pain. You're just too looped to notice it's still there. Not much different from morphine, if you ask me. Except that it's regulated, and if you have problems with it, at least you're already *in* the hospital–again, this is why it's only given out to people who're actually forced to stay there. Of all the reasons to be in favour of something like this, that has got to be quite possibly the worst reason I've ever heard. I worry for you, Canada. I really do. If this is an example of the voting public nowadays, we're all fucked.

September 26, 2006

Well now. Ain't that just peachy.

Guess it was only a matter of time… we've already had the mandatory day or two of comment spam that must come with all blogs of any and all varieties, so it's only fair that now, the day or two (hopefully it's only a day or two, anyway) of trackback/ping spam begins. In the last hour, I must have junked about 30 spam trackbacks to this site. Ah well, excitement like that's what makes the world go 'round. Maybe we'll get lucky and a few of these people with nothing better to do will fall off.

September 25, 2006

The longest attempt to set up an interview, *ever*...

… May very well come to fruition in about 2 weeks. That's when the interview that's been in the works for at least 2 months has finally, tentatively, been scheduled for. Tentatively meaning, subject to change depending on when the hell I can hitch a ride to Ottawa. Damn, with a job preparation timeline like this, the job had better damn well be guaranteed to me. Or at least hard for me to avoid getting hired for. The really sad part is, the reason it took this long to be tentatively scheduled for 2 weeks from Thursday is completely and totally out of the hands of the Ottawa office I'm hopefully going to be working for. To explain that, though I'll need to do what I'm famous for and sidetrack a little.

Anyone who's actually read more than 3 lines on this blog knows I'm blind, and use a screenreader. Specificly, JAWS for Windows, designed by Freedom Scientific. That lovely little piece of software, as useful as it is, comes with a nice little price tag. And they aren't always as quick on the uptake as I think they should be when it comes to shipping. One of these days, barring lazyness, I'll upload a demo of just what the hell I manage to do with that software installed and running. But suffice it to say, you're reading a small part of the result of that program.

Okay, with that explanation or sorry attempt at one out of the way, back to the original point of this entry. So, the majority of the delay was a waiting game on everyone's part. The HR person I've been talking to has pretty much been running circles between their IT department, their financial department, and presumeably the company linked above who makes the screenreader, trying to put things in place so I can actually do the computer things their interview requires. I can only imagine how much of a pain in the ass it is trying to justify that kind of a price tag just for the sake of an interview. Someone either really likes my resume or has lost their freakin mind. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Then, it was all about the waiting for the screenreader to get from the developers to the office it'll actually be used in. And, in someone's infinite wisdom, it was getting here by way of Texas. So that meant waiting until they got around to shipping it to Texas, then waiting until whoever picked it up in Texas to get around to shipping it to Ottawa. And all the while, the HR person's calling me every so often with the all too familiar "I'm still waiting on it, but your resume hasn't moved". So apparently, he's been calling for a couple hours, trying to get a hold of me today, and I just finally actually got on the phone with him about half an hour ago–I do believe he sounded more relieved that it was over and done with than I'd originally expected. So now, I arange transportation, let him know when I'll be showing up, and finally actually get this interview out of the way so they can tell me to take my qualifications and shove 'em up my ass. Or hire me. Whichever. So, 2 weeks from now, rather than sitting in front of a computer looking for work and randomly dropping opinions on this thing, I'll hopefully be sitting in front of a computer, giving them a reason to hire me, and maybe if they feel like being nice dropping an opinion or two on this thing. But probably not. I'm gonna miss being an unemployed, lazy sod… but at least I'll be doing something!

It's not a trial, it's a mockery.

Unfortunately, the blame for making it that way lies on both sides of the issue, and starts off with the chief judge getting pissy and tossing Hussein out of the courtroom. Of course, he did ask to leave, after pretty much saying the justice system was out to get him–well, duh. Of course, why they hold the trial in Iraq anyway is way the hell beyond me. You probably aren't going to find anyone there who's not biased either for, or against, Hussein or anything he did. Plus it's still being supervised by the US so it may as well be in the US.

Well, at least this judge is starting to do what Hussein asks… I wonder if that means he'll have his other request granted. Probably not, but quacks like that *are* why I think people should be shot. And he'd make a fine public example.

And now, cat alergies are no excuse.

For the modest price of somewhere in the neighbourhood of $4000, you too can have a cute, cuddly kitten, minus sneezing. Of course, for that price, it'd better be trained to clean its own litterbox, too.

I wonder if the conservatives are getting the message yet.

Ten years is *way* too long to take to start arming Canada's border guards. Not to mention it's not going to help them any time soon, in situations wherein the RCMP get word that an armed killer is probably going to make a run for the border between Washington and British Columbia. And you just know he's only making a run for the border because he knows they can't, or won't, stop him. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be working there after getting a warning like that, considering he's probably got a gun and by law I wouldn't be allowed to. And the US border guards probably won't do a damn thing, because it's on the *Canadian* crossing side of the border, and so doesn't really effect them. Stupid lazy american border guards. I've ranted before, though not on here, about the rediculousness that is the US constitutional right to carry a gun, which I still think is both stupid and the exact reason why there are so many freakin' gun related deaths in the US, and why it's so damn easy to slip guns across the border–there's really nothing the Canadian guards can do about it, short of turning them around, *if* they have reason to believe they're being brought across the border to be sold, but with the average joe being able to pick one up in the US, that in itself is going to be hard to prove, I'd think. At least up here, they're trying… kind of. Even though the gun registry is poorly implemented and should probably be redone. But… I'm getting off track, again. Anyway, yes, the right to carry a gun is rediculous. I've said it before. At the same time, though, the right to be able to defend yourself is to be expected. And if, for border guards, that means being armed, then for crying out freakin' loud arm the poor bastards. If they're expected to keep the rejects of the US out of Canada, they're more than likely gonna need it. And in less than ten years.

There's only one thing I despise about Ottawa. Their damned hockey team.

Especially when they end up outplaying my team, as was the case last night. And after they'd been doing so well, too… 8 shots in the third period? What the fuck? And where in the name of all that is good was our defense? I mean, yeah the big names were watching the game instead of playing, but jesus. These kids are supposed to be trying for a spot on the major league roster. They didn't even seem to be trying last night, for anything. With the exception of maybe 2 people, but even they kind of fizzled out after the first period. What. The. FUCK? Okay, I'm done. Until Wednesday. Then we do it all over again. And we'd better damn well do it right.

September 24, 2006

I am lazy, and lazy is me.

There is absolutely nothing planned for the day, except to just sit around, watch a little TV, and just… generally do nothing. I approve of this. After doing fifty thousand things through the course of the last week or so, and still having fifty thousand more to do this coming week, it's a unanimous decision that today shall officially be slackers day. There's a nice breeze going on outside, which… is probably where I should be right now, but I think instead, I'm going to haull my lazy self downstairs, and pick a little at the guitar my uncle loaned me until I decide whether or not I'm sticking with the lessons enough that I actually go put the money down on my own. I keep threatening to do that at some point, but… yeah. That'd require free time. Maybe if I just tack it onto the bottom of my to do list… right under finding a job. No, wait, then it'll never get done. Ah well. I'll work on something resembling a schedule or something later. Lazy is today.

That's 3. In a row. Hell yeah.

And 2 of the 3 were against the Canadians. Even better. It isn't even October 4th yet and I'm excited. Already it looks like it's gonna at the least be a faster game than last season. Speed demons is right.

September 23, 2006

Goddamn comment spam...

That makes twice in two days I had to perform a minor cleanup operation. I'm not being very impressed. So, if someone posts a comment and it ends up moderated, you now officially know why. Nothing against you, unless you're a spammer… at which point I'll have your IP address and you'll be promptly screwed. Most people probably won't have to worry… but for the rare few that do, you've been forewarned.

Coming soon: email whitelists. Then, well, there's no reason for 100% open comments anymore. No one spams me more than twice. Bitches.

Are you romantic or realistic?

I'm liking the preseason already...

My leafs may have been embarrassed by Buffalo in the first game, but man oh man… if they keep playing like this I'm willing to forget that ever happened. First Ottawa, and now, the Canadians. And 5 to 1, too. Did I mention I love the way Aubin plays? I think I'll find this game on the internet so I can replay it for the next hour or so… awesomeness.

September 22, 2006

Holy hell.

This is the first time I've actually been able to sit down since, well, this morning. I mean, there was the span of like… 10 minutes wherein email got checked, people got replied to, and pixies got kinda sorta somewhat teased, but actually sitting down, not since before I did the unthinkable and got out of the house for the day. A whole lot of nothing got accomplished, though, as usual… went all over hell's half aker getting financial crap sorted out, that took up the bulk of the day, followed immediately by grocery shopping–because I do occasionally actually do that.

We got all that out of the way, though, then went for dinner to kind of cellebrate, I guess, the fact my brother managed to pass the.. uh, physical assessment thing they do as a prerequisit for getting into the millitary. This made me realise two things. He's actually trying to get back on his feet, and getting into a job he'll actually enjoy, or at least not get himself fired from within 3 months. And, holy shit he's trying to be semi-mature. I thought that impossible 6 months ago. Of course, that was when he was all unemployed and borrowing/spending more money than he had coming in, and generally being a pain in everyone's ass. I was almost tempted to flat out ask him who the fuck he was and what the hell he did with my brother. And his girlfriend was actually conversational for a change, rather than just being all stuck-up and bitchy. Surprised the hell out of me. She may yet turn out not to be the sister-in-law everyone wants to strangle. We shall have to see about that, though. As long as they don't end up getting married before I do, I could really care less. If they get married at all, that is. Well, okay, so I could care less either way. I think if they ever get married at all my mother's gonna have a heart attack. He is not the marrying type… he'd have to actually settle down first. Not gonna happen. But, he hasn't run like hell away from the possibility yet… just as long as I don't end up an uncle within the next year. Neither one of them is in a position for that. And I'm doing all sorts of jumping all over the place here so uh, finding something else to do now.

I think they're trying to tell me something.

Every second or third email sitting in my junkmail folder is advertising weight loss pills, or something of the sort. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was a hint… Stupid junkmail.

September 21, 2006

So I finally had my first guitar lesson today.

It was surprisingly… well… basic. Which is a good thing, considering that's the first time I actually picked up a guitar and was serious about it. My fingers are still doing this weird kinda tingly thing. It's only on one hand, though, and it's not impeding my typing ability any, so it's all good. Now, I just need to get my hands on one of my own… *ponders* Thank the gods for a local music store and room on a credit card. As much as I said I wouldn't use it unless I had to, I'll make an exception for this.

The movie industry has gone to the dogs.

And this time, you can take that expression literally. the MPAA, the very people who're trying to screw up the movie watching experience for honest folks with DVD burners everywhere, is sniffing out illegal DVD's in a whole new way. Now, of course, the first question I have to ask here, is an obvious one. How the fuck are they gonna tell a legal DVD from an illegal one? I mean, seriously. If I'm walking through an airport with a burned copy of, we'll say just for kicks, V for Vendetta (I don't have one yet, but I want one!), how in creation are these dogs gonna know I didn't pick it up legally? Assuming, of course, they even know I have it in the first place. I never quite understood how people could come up with ideas like that. I mean, unless you're actually looking at it, you're not gonna know it's not a legally purchased copy. And you're not gonna be looking at it unless you know it's there–even if I didn't have anything like that I didn't want anyone to see, you try looking in my luggage without a warrant and a cop present you're gonna wind up with a bloody nose. So what the fuck are these dogs gonna be able to tell you? I'm just waiting for reports to start coming in that they were responsible for the arrest of someone who's never burned a CD or DVD in his life. Or doesn't have anything burned on him, at any rate. I give it 6 months.

All your base are belong to us.

I never actually thought I'd have a reason to say that. But, so says Pakistan's president anyway, that's pretty much what the US told him. Not that it surprises me or anything. This, of course, in the same message he says told him if Pakistan didn't help the US, the US would have just bombed the royal fuck out of them. Yeah, that's the way we ask for help, morons. Let's give them a reason to be afraid of us so they'll actually do our dirty work for us, that way we can't be the only ones to blame for fucking it up in the first place. As if ordering Pakistan to turn over control of its millitary bases on the border to the US, presumeably under the same threat, wasn't bad enough. Call me insane for agreeing with Iran's president here, but the US is making it hard not to. They're coming across like a superpower who managed to come out of a world war on the winning side and is now using that victory to control the rest of the world. I dunno. Iran's president's a whackjob, but damn… if "help us or we'll blow the fuck out of you" doesn't put that thought in your head…

The things you find in your referer logs.

Apparently I got refered by the Photonic Eye, a photoblog who's author I… uh… don't know, and who's blog I never even heard of until about 2 minutes ago. Ah well. If I can give a nod to people who drop me a line while they're supposed to be pretending to work, I can give this guy a nod too. Even though said photoblog is about 95% useless to me. But someone might as well enjoy it. =)

When they say don't try this at home, they mean it.

And this is exactly why. Note to stupid teenagers everywhere: you are not that good in real life. If you try to reenact a scene from your favourite computer game, you are going to get your ass kicked. Particularly if you openly advertise it by way of a tattoo. It's like I said before. Video/computer games aren't to blame for people doing stupid things because they think they can get away with it. Stupid people who haven't quite got a grasp on reality are. 'Grand Theft Auto' does not make people decide to go out and find a car to steal. Stupidity and general braindeadness does.

September 20, 2006

Blow Sens blow!

Leafs 3, Senators 1. 'Nuff said. I know it's only preseason, but damn… after the crappyness of last season's play against them, this feels good. Now we just need to do it again on Sunday and call it a done deal 'til the actual season starts. I said it before, and I'll say it again. Sens are gonna get the stompin'…

Look at that. I was right.

I know I said at least once that if there was a stupidity award, George Bush would get it for sure. Well, there is, and he has. I'd say this should give him an indication so far as about where he stands in the public eye, not just in the US but in other parts of the world–like the northern US, for instance–but any obvious signs you'd think would catch his attention probably went over his head. Funnily enough, the awards do explain why his vice president is the only one who believes Bush's spouting off about there being weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. And he got an award, too.

How logical are you?

Duh… I coulda told you that. Logic is for people who actually make sense. I never claimed to.

I have again been up since 4.

I swear, it's borderline unhealthy. And I didn't even have all that much caffeine either… bleh. At this rate whatever the hell routine I come up with probably won't even do me for shift work. Bleh. Someone just sedate me and get it over with. LOL

September 19, 2006

Having that much fun should not be allowed.

After much shuffling of schedules, we managed to kill pretty much the entire day in Ottawa, and for once, it wasn't the type of killing a day that makes you want to just go home, flake out, and try to forget that you actually left the house to be bored to tears. I discovered a few things that managed to surprise me, too. Like… my brother can actually be kind of hillarious, when he's not got a chip on his shoulder. And, just because you aranged to have a prescription ready the day before you're supposed to go to pick it up does not mean it'll be there the day you go to pick it up. In fact, the paperwork will still be on the desk of the nurse who was supposed to have sent it to the farmasy. And, hm… you can actually go to Ottawa and back in under 12 hours and for less than $200. There's other things, too, but I don't wanna think anymore. Well, that, and most of it would require quoting certain parts of conversations with Trish, and that's just way too much damn typing for me. Still, I think I learned enough for one day, at any rate.

If there is a god, let him save New Brunswick.

All because they redistributed the electoral ridings, the liberals bloody well walked away with a win. Well, at least now, when their new code of ethics comes into effect, they'll only screw up a province, rather than the whole damn country. Although, to be blatantly honest, I'd still love to see a NDP government for a change from the usual choice between mediocre and just plane bad. After all, they can't really do much worse can they?

Buh bye, Tie.

Sometimes, getting to see him put someone on the ice was the highlight of a game. But with the new rules in the NHL now, the enforcer role is just… kind of in the way. Too bad, too, because I did take a certain satisfaction in seeing Domi take out a Montreal or Ottawa player just because he could. Hope you have as much fun with TSN as you did in the blue and white, and thanks for 11 years of awesome.

September 18, 2006

Counting it down...

For those not keeping track (IE: everyone who isn't me), there are now 11 hours and 21 minutes until my favourite pass-time, next to spending time with an enjoyable young woman–anyone know any? I speak of the start of the hockey season… yayness! Or something. Okay, back later, hopefully with something of more relevance/importance. Like job related.

September 17, 2006

Take your iTunes store and stuff it.

People really don't buy much from it anyway. They'd much rather have non-DRMed music. Not that it's surprising, really… I mean, it's nothing I haven't criticised before or anything. People like to share their music, whether they buy said music or not. And not everyone has iTunes, they realize that, too, or *wants* to bother with iTunes. So what services like that escentially say is "You can share your music with whoever you want to, as long as they use the same programs you do." Kind of takes away from the "whoever you want to" part of that sentence, methinks. Stupid morons and their thinking crap like that would actually work…

You're not fat enough. Go home.

It's no secret TV and other forms of media promote a thinner is better kind of mentality. Mostly where women are concerned. But now, a fashion show in Spain has decided skinny isn't right, either. Then people wonder why you hear a lot of crap about an increase in depression in teenaged women and crap like that. This image that you need to fit yourself into a size small to be considered pretty is all over north american TV, then you get a hold of a report like this, and suddenly *smack* too thin. And I thought that was the only thing left without a double standard in society. Ah well. This is why I'm glad I have no reason to bother watching fashion shows and such. I mean, not that I could see anything anyway, but you know…

September 16, 2006

So I relented...

And against what is obviously my better judgement, I've broken down and finally installed Skype. I have no clue why, other than the fact certain individuals, who shall remain nameless (I'm talking about you, miss L), have been insisting upon my downloading it. I can't guarantee it'll actually get used, but now at least I can claim I have it. Hm… now I don't have an excuse not to talk to people. Damn me and my making everyone happy.

Are you a slacker?

Well, that's one quiz with a bit of a problem. I likes me my lazyness, damn you. I just know better than to be sloblike about it.

I would just like to point out...

I have now been awake for 3.5 hours. I should not be awake for another 4 hours, minimum. Somebody hates me.

One more weekly MP3

Faith Hill - Sunshine and Summertime (please download and save before playing)–What can I say? It's my family's theme song, almost. Right down to the showing what they got if a few of them get drunk enough. At which point, I become very thankful I can't see. Anyone who's followed my blog for, well, at least the summer knows we like a semi-decent occasion to throw a party, or at least a bbq. Hell, we've done it just because we could, so I guess that counts as a decent occasion. And, to no one's surprise, we tend to get just a little tiny bit… redneck when we party. Hey, we live in what used to be a hicktown–cut us some slack, will ya? Besides, everyone knows rednecks throw the best parties. Jeff Foxworthy says so!

I think… this'll be the last attempt at making this a regular, weekly occurance, as I'm rediscovering my inability to keep a schedule. So instead, it shall become the occasional MP3 from now on. Or something. Or I'll just forget I sometimes do this. Whichever works.

September 15, 2006

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...

Good mornin' mama! How'd ya like a 14 pound baby keepin' ya company? All I have to say is… OH. MY. GOD.! That's just screaming C-Section. And my guess be so was she. All I think when I read this story is ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…

September 14, 2006

And while I was fighting with my internet...

A guy I really… don't know what to say about went and got himself re-signed for 2 years. Could be worse, all I'm saying on that one. I mean, I don't know much about Stajan except the few times he was in the right place at the right time. But at least they managed to get that out of the way before they didn't have that option… I guess. Uh. Kinda. Hm… I had more to say on the matter when I actually found this article. But that was during my internet troubles and well, trying to blog while 95% of your bandwidth is going to file sharing utilities is just plane not fun.

Technically inept parents... not fun.

I just got done explaining, or trying to explain, the concept of bandwidth to my mother. That was… well, to put it nicely, not a very feel-good endeavor. She doesn't quite the idea that just because your connection to the internet *can* be faster on DSL than it is on dial-up, it isn't gonna feel faster when you've got a network of 3 computers, 1 of which has decided to upload half its hard drive to whoever asks. Well, okay, scratch that. It'll feel faster if you're on that 1 computer. The other 2, though… let's just say my 56k modem goes faster.

And it just so happens that I could use our network as an example. Until about 15 minutes ago, it was crawling at about 1/4 of a turtle's pace on the computers we have up here. So, to prove my point, I had mom go down and turn off my brother's laptop, as I know damn well he's been downloading and/or uploading crap all day in spite of not being home. And, of course, as soon as she'd shut it down, our DSL connection that's supposed to be 1MB/s actually *was* 1MB/s. I love it when demonstrations are so easy to pull off. I just hope she actually caught on… or I'll be explaining the concept to her again the next time he does it. In other words, tomorrow morning when she wants to pay her bills.

September 13, 2006

Don't spike her coffee again. Now go pick up some trash or something.

The nurse with the afore mentioned medication problem pretty much gets off with a slap on the wrist, after pleeding guilty to drugging her co-workers. Now, she gets community service. I honestly have no idea what the hell the prosecuter was thinking letting that go. But, then, all we really know about the guilty one other than her name is she's bipolar. If that was important enough to only warrant the lightest form of punishment possible, I'd really love to have a conversation with the idiot judge that let that slide. I mean, not to trivialize the disorder or anything, but in my honestly not worth much opinion, that's like practically letting someone off the hook for decking someone because they'd been depressed and just finally lost it. You still haulled off and decked the person. I fully expect at least one of the people she sedated to sue her, or something of that sort. I mean, these people still at the very least were unable to go to work because of her, even if it was only short-term. If it were me, damn right I'd be seeing her in a civil court.

Well now, if that's not motivation to move to Ottawa...

A guy I haven't actually talked to in, well, ages, since my time at Algonquin College, just IMed me with a very… tempting offer. One that might almost be worth the hour and a half trip from here to Ottawa once a week. Apparently, he's managed to hook up with several people I used to go to highschool with, though what the hell they're doing in Ottawa is anyone's guess, and they're getting together some type of recreational goalball league. Which, of course, if I wasn't an hour and a half away I'd be all over, if only because some of the named players are, at the worst case possible, an excuse to test your reflexes–I've played with, and against, most of these people. They hurt. But it's awesome fun. People who've never heard of the sport will probably give me all kinds of strange looks. But that's what Wikipedia's for. I even did the work for you. Now someone find me a job so I can move to Ottawa and play.

Because I know someone from Microsoft reads this.

New definition of 'legal battle', and like everything that's trying to be redefined lately, Microsoft's right in the middle of it. Everyone's already heard about the suing spree Microsoft's going on so far as piracy charges and such goes. Good luck with that, by the way, Billy. And, speaking of Billy Gates and legal battles, Microsoft is getting sued right back. Antitrust issues really suck, don't they just? I hope you win your own cases, folks. You're probably gonna need to to make up for losing this one. And you know you will.

September 12, 2006

From the drunk tank to the court room?

It would appear that way, anyway. Some jerk ended up tossed from a baseball game in Winnipeg for pretty much being an irritating asshole. Of course, he called it just heckling, but enough people obviously disagreed with him that he ended up arrested and tossed in the tank for the night. So now, the genius is suing the baseball team, the Winnipeg police chief, the officers that arrested him, *and* the drunk tank that held him for damages and such. Yeah, that's nice. He gets plastered and gets to be a real shit disturber at a ball game, then thinks he has the right to sue people when he gets tossed for being a shit disturber at a ball game. I dunno, if that many people could tell he was drunk, he definitely had more than one beer, even though he's insisting to the contrary. Ah, stupid people. Pissing the world off one enjoyable pass-time at a time.

So *that's* how you catch people's attention.

Who'd of thunk it? Write a post about the shuttle launch on Saturday, and 2 days later, get a visit to the site by someone from NASA. Now *that* is targetted viewing, even if unintentional.

In China, car drives you.

Or tries to, anyway. A Chinese company demoed a driverless car that topped out at 37 MPH without leaving the road, or hitting anything. Small progress, but 'tis still progress. Some people may not think all too highly of a driverless car, but hey, as long as it knows where it's going, and has a proven safety feature or 6, I don't see how it'd be so bad. But then, a small part of me is still holding out for that tiny chance that it becomes so easy, a blind man could do it. Because, as much as I don't like taking handouts from people, I don't like not having a choice but to hitch a ride, either. It's inconvenient for me, and I'm sure it's inconvenient for the borrowed driver. And Pembroke's rather pathetic transit system means you either drive, go with someone who's driving, or stay home–there are no grocery stores, or anything of the sort in walking distance. Hell, it's a half-hour walk to the cool aunt's place. Try doing that in 20 below.

What's your personality cluster?

Due to sympatico's complete and utter stupidity...

I've begun the process of phasing out that email address. Also, due to the fact I'll hopefully be moving at some not too distant point, pending job prospects. For those of you curious to contact me, my MSN is the most recent thing to get a changing. The old address is done, in favour of msn$the%jdh#com (munged purposely). Alternatively, email and comments still work. No longer shall I be given headaches by my ISP. Yay.

September 11, 2006

Ever been medicated without your knowledge?

More than a few nurses in an Alberta hospital can certainly answer yes to that one. And one nurse can certainly admit to having actually done it. In fact, she already has. Pled guilty to drugging her co-workers, and a few creditcard offenses on top of that… a regular bundle of trouble, that one. Almost makes ya wanna let her fill your prescription, don't it just?

I guess they *can* lead by example.

And it only took them a small eternity. Canada's minister of foreign affairs jumped on the other NATO countries involved in the afganistan mission saying they needed to contribute more troops than they currently are to the issue. Of course, then he was quick to add Canada's already doing its fair share, if not more. I guess someone disagreed, because now, they're setting an example. I dunno, I don't much care for the fact Canada's pretty much just becoming an extension of the US, at least so far as the current policies go, but at least the government's actually following through on something for once. Now if they could follow through on something locally that'd be awesome.

September 10, 2006

Liberals: check your reality at the door.

As if we needed a report by a panel of ethicists to prove it, the liberals have absolutely no credibility in the eyes of the Canadian public. And why the hell would they? They've been screwing us over for years, and when people finally called them on it, they spent the last year or so passing the buck. Oh, almost forgot about the ever so famous "I had no idea" response. How the hell does a finance minister not know what's going on with the country's finances? Was he on vacation for 95% of his time in cabbinet. And this is just too good to pass up.

So who *will* it apply to, then? The guy that brings the coffee? I don't see statements like that changing a damn thing. Except, maybe, people's opinions about the liberals. Now, instead of being lying, cheating good-for-nothings, they'll be lying, cheating good-for-nothings with no support. Oh, wait… they're already there. Guess they've got nothing to lose.

If my relatives had blogs...

I think, for the most part, I would be quite… frightened. Although, I've given some thought to twisting my cousin and her husband's arm to get themselves one… those two would, at the least, be extremely amusing to read. And I've got the space for it… hmmm. *ponders* But, anywho. Outside of those two, I think I'd be afraid to learn anyone in my family actually kept one of these. They scare me in person… I don't wanna know what the hell goes through their heads on a daily basis. This of course assuming they actually bothered to update the thing, or didn't break it inside of 3 minutes. Technically inept is the family's bigest understatement.

What got me on that train of thought was my cousin and her husband stopped by for about 15 minutes, before they headed back to Ottawa, just for the sake of shooting the shit. I hadn't actually heard from them in a few months, so it was nice. Now, if we can just get them to remember my phone number *can* be called from Ottawa…

People are sometimes amusing.

And reasons like this are why I say so. And, of course, why I read that particular blog. But that's beside the point.

Check please...

It's now a growing trend in the US, at least, to run a credit check on potential employees. I could go into my opinion on it, but I'll just say it's about goddamn time. There's a lot of argument against it, but… truth be told, chances are if you haven't gone into debt for something in your entire life, then you're probably well enough off that this doesn't even become an issue. Of course, I don't know that more employers are doing so in Canada, so that's probably moot from a me standpoint, but… still. It's that whole responsibility thing. You may be a decent enough financial planner to avoid *needing* to go into debt for things you want and/or need to buy. On the other hand, you may be like certain relatives of mine–too stupid and/or stubborn to go into debt for things you need, choosing instead to rely on a barely functioning vehicle, for instance, until it craps out completely leaving you somewhere between home and the grocery store. Fact of the matter, though, is *most* people are going to need to start collecting debt, and the such, if they expect to get anywhere financially, so employers looking at credit reports/histories and things are actually a *good* thing. It's that whole responsibility thing–if you've had a debt of $3000 for the last year and a half and have only paid $50 of it off, what the hell have you been doing with the rest of your money during the year? This is, IMO, most important if you're planning to work in the financial industry… but it's a good indicator for a few other jobs, too. If you can't handle your own affairs, why should a company, or a customer, trust you to handle theirs? If I were an employer, I'd certainly much rather have someone working for me that didn't default on every second lone/creditcard payment. But then, I could be just being a stuck-up asshole, too. Oh well.

September 9, 2006

Yes, I'm a geek.

So it probably shouldn't surprise you that I've got the TV set on the news channel in expectation of the shuttle's launch this morning in 9 minutes from the time of this post. I dunno, I think I blame Star Trek for the fact I have an interest, even if it's a passing one, in the US's space program. Hopefully, the thing actually gets off the ground today… I've made a point to watch it this morning, which is a far cry from Friday's launch when, had it actually gone according to plan, I wouldn't have been home and so would have ended up missing it. Okay, they're doing the kinda pre-launch interview, so I think I'll go flake out and sort of pay attention to this here. Geekdom is awesome.

I gotta love it when Bush looks stupid all on his own.

It means less work I have to do making him look that way. Not that I have to do any work at all, though, really… I mean, when you get caught in the biggest lie of your career, it tends to do a lot of the making you look stupid for you. And for everyone else. But, he's still clinging to that notion that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, in spite of the fact anyone with an ounce of smarts knows better than that. Except, apparently, those few people who still think Bush was right to bomb the hell out of Iraq. I know I've said it before, but it deserves to be said again. At least once. Possibly twice. Stupid people should be shot.

What will your famous last words be?

It's the most wonderful time of the year...

I speak not of kids going back to school, nor of Christmas–though that's pretty okay too. I speak instead, of the official Leafs countdown. And, as of the time of this entry, the Leafs nation clock shows… 8 days, 13 hours, and 8 minutes to the first preseason game of 2006-07. And I *will* be home the night of September 18th, 2006. Or things will be hurt. Badly.

A long overdue weekly MP3...

Kenny Rogers - There You Go Again (please download and save before playing)–I played this song, actually, while my cousin's wedding guests were signing the registry last October, or thereabouts. It's really a nice song when done on piano. Even being country, and therefore inherently about trucks, old dogs, and bad relationships/marriages. I think I may have made a person or two cry with this song, actually. Or was it one of the other ones I played… ah well. This one's just as important.

The stars aligned, and my blog died.

More accurately put, my warning about crashing was justified. The server this thing sits on, and in fact the whole network it's on, got uber hammered today, taking it down since… oh… at *least* just after I posted my last entry here. So, suffice it to say, James is not pleased by any stretch of the imagination. It sucks, because not only was this blog down, but at least 2 others I regularly read kicked the bucket with it. But, we're back, at least for now… and hopefully, it stays up long enough for me to post my overdue weekly MP3. Watch this space, and I'll keep an eye on the web host and try not to lose what little sanity I have left. Which isn't much, but we knew this already.

September 8, 2006

And now, my web server would like to screw up on me.

So, if you don't actually see this website, then we've crashed. And I get to shoot someone. Repeatedly.

I got free food, and such!

And it only meant going to the clinnic so certain people could get stuff looked at, and spending 2 hours in a grocery store. But it was free! And food! Yeah, I'm easily excited… big freakin' deal. It's out of the house, anyway. And away from the insanity contained withint. And now, back to the grind…

This is not a good indication for the rest of my day...

I've been awake for an hour and a half, which kind of relieves me. It beats the hell out of 4:30. But in that hour and a half, I've done more dealing with keeping the rest of the house from being woken up than anything else. Apparently, my brother's dog had set up an ambush for when mine decided she had to go out. So from my bedroom door to the kitchen she had a permanent attachment to her face. And, of course, my brother and his bitch are still sleeping, so I end up having to take their mut out at the same time. Then it turns out mine won't go out if he is, so that makes things all the more complicated. 45 minutes later and that's taken care of, so while she and my mom's dog are outside, I march the one with the lazy owners downstairs so they can mind them. Of course, their extent of minding him is to wait until he barks once, then get up, let him back upstairs, and go back to bed. Gee, thanks for minding your dog, bastards. So, I get to spend another half an hour after they come back in getting him to leave her ears alone long enough to get her in here so she can go back to sleep, and so her attempts to get rid of him don't end up waking up the dead. And now, I actually have 5 minutes to myself, my parents can sleep in which is probably what I should be doing, and no unwanted muts end up slaughtered. Of course, this also means my idiot brother and his brainless girlfriend get to sleep in too, but you can't have everything. Would anyone like a 3-month old puppy?

September 7, 2006

What's your political persuasion?

Well, I sure as hell ain't conservative. But… liberal? That's pushing it a little. It's an American quiz, though, so I guess I should cut them a little slack. Although, I'm starting to develop a low opinion of politicians in general.

Gotta love microsoft's priorities.

It takes them forever to release a security update, or a fix so something like the MS blaster worm stops actually affecting people, but you go and break their DRM features, intentionally or otherwise, then watch what happens. And that, folks, is why I wish I could use linux. At least we know where their priorities are, though!

The linux of beer is upon us!

Because open source isn't restricted to *just* software, this probably shouldn't surprise you. Anyone who's ever used an application similar to… well, just about anything that runs on the linux operating system for one, a la wordpress, movable type, and all that, is very familiar with the concept of open source–use the software for what you want, change it if you so desire, extend it as you wish, but making those changes public is strongly encouraged. And now, 'twould appear the rules of open source have left the software community, and entered the world of beer. I dunno, could be interesting. Hey, if any of the big US breweries start following that business model (ha, right) it might not be quite so uh… watered down. Could happen. And windows could be open source, too. Not.

September 6, 2006

I take it back.

I'm glad I'm not insured… the payout would kill me. If my brother's irresponsibility doesn't. Okay, so his baking attempt resulted in blackened cookies. Why? 'Tis extremely simple. He did what he's good at, and didn't bother paying attention. He'd rather sit on his rear downstairs instead. So uh, yeah. We won't be sampling his cooking. Ever. *cringe*

But I'm not insured!

My brother, my accident-prone brother, my brother who can't even take his shoes off without needing stiches in the back of his head (it's happened), is baking. And me without my life insurance. And me stuck minding his damn dog while he screws around in the kitchen potentially setting the place on fire. But I'm not crazy… I'm not… well, not yet… okay, maybe? Kinda? Fine, i'm a loon.

Blah.

On the other hand, if I'm unresponsive for the next few days I'm taking that damn dog of my brother's somewhere in the middle of nowhere to shoot him.

Can I have my hand back now?

I love it when other people agree with me. Especially considering I used to actually be in college, so this was quite the uh, problem. Someone in my overly protective family, either my mom or someone who'd been badgered by my mom, would call almost every day, usually every second day… just in case, and all that. And these people like to talk on the phone. I mean an hour and a half kinda like to talk on the phone. Which, ordinarily I wouldn't mind, but they'd usually pick a really crappy time to call. Like when I was getting ready for class, or had to go somewhere else, or, you know, was going to bed. Yes, I actually tried to get to sleep at a relatively decent hour when I was in college. It didn't usually work, but I tried. And when they'd call, it was usually (not always, but more often than not) to ask the same 1500 questions they asked me the last time they called. And then to double check. And then they'd ask a half dozen times if I was sure of the answer. And it was usually things they know I do on a set schedule… like paying bills, or buying groceries, or whatever. You know, all the things I've pretty much been doing for ages. Yeah, my family has its awesome moments, but criminy… if they could just let go of my hand for 5 minutes it'd make doing things a lot easier…

September 5, 2006

Better than a kick in the head...

… It's a possible timeline. IE: the guy I gotta talk to about a job is thinking he'll hopefully be able to call me back next week and schedule me in for an interview. So, it's not a definite yes yet, but he's still not told me to go right to hell. And so far, that's the most response I've gotten out of any job application I've tossed out there. That part should probably frustrate me to no end, but… oddly enough, it doesn't. Or maybe it's just because I haven't thought about it much. Either way, it works for me. Hopefully, there is an interview. And, hopefully, a job to follow.

Sorry Edmonton, you might have lost me. Not that I can afford the relocation fees anyway. Coolness does not a plane ticket make.

I'm not the only one...

Are you psychic?

September 4, 2006

She sure ain't what I'm used to.

But, she knows what she's doing, and almost appears to be a fairly decent teacher, so… it couldn't hurt. Worst case I'll have wasted a month's worth of lessons. I'm still looking at a couple options at any rate, so I may not stick with her, but… assuming there's a chance I do, at least I'll get somewhere with my playing. Not that I couldn't learn on my own… it's just easier. Now, all I need is a digital recorder that'll do MP3's. Anyone got a suggestion?

Jehovah's witnesses may be a little nuts at times, but...

I can certainly see the point in this case. This time, it's the Canadian court that wants to stick its nose where it doesn't belong when it comes to certain people's medical needs. A 15-year-old girl refused a blood tranfusion for religious reasons, and now British Columbia's medical system is trying to force her to undergo the treatment. Okay, so I don't agree with her reasons. It still should be her choice. I've already bitched about the court systems in the US sticking their noses where they don't belong. And that one involved someone who was refusing chemotherapy. Again, so I don't agree with the reason. It still isn't the court's, or the medical system's, decision. If the patient, or the patient's family, doesn't want to undergo a treatment in question, doctors and health officials *cannot* force them to. It isn't their place, and it most definitely isn't their responsibility. And the sooner someone reminds them of that, the sooner they can stop wasting the court system's time so they can actually deal with something that matters.

September 3, 2006

I've done it again...

I think I screwed up somewhere along the line trying to get myself into something resembling a routine, and now that routine's all different levels of messed up. Apparently 4:30 or there abouts is the ideal time for me to wake up, as that's how it's been for the last few days. It doesn't usually matter when I decide to sleep… 4:00, 4:30, occasionally 5 I'm awake anyway. So I killed a couple hours messing around with the site again. Nothing too drastic… I just got rid of the category listings because, well, they're just a touch redundant and really, how many people use those? Yeah, I know, no one cares. But that's what happens when I'm bored out of my mind. I should not be conscious before 10, mobile before noon. Bad things happen.

September 2, 2006

We be getting somewhere.

Well, it isn't the teacher I was looking at, but it works for me. I now, potentially, have aranged piano lessons. Depending on how well this apparent meeting I have to go through goes on Monday, I'll know whether or not she has a damn clue what she's doing. I hope for the sake of my own sanity and hers she does. For $15 for the sake of a half hour, it'd at least better be worth my while… lest there be the hurting of things. And now that this entry has taken me 45 minutes to write, I think I'll give some attention to putting an end to the insanity that is this house right now.

How much life experience do you have?

Well, it killed an afternoon...

Unfortunately, that's all it did. I now remember why I don't tell my grandmother anything… she flips like nothing else. I made the fatal mistake of mentioning I was thinking about taking up guitar lessons… you'd think I asked her to hand over a kidney and a thousand dollars the way she flew off the handle. She got all paranoid and such about me not being able to read braille if I took lessons, and all that… meanwhile, I haven't touched anything in braille that wasn't absolutely critical in at least 5 years–everything I need, from bills to newspapers in most cases, I find online anyway. Though that's admitedly necessitated by the fact virtually no one sends bills in braille anyway, so if I plan to pay to use, say, my cell, I'd best be with a company that offers an online bill. Fortunately most companies nowadays do, or should, so that isn't an issue. Though for the second entry in a row I've gone and gotten off track again.

Anyway. So she threw a fit about that, and everyone there–which consisted of the 3 of us (see my last entry)–pretty much told her she was looped. Yeah, okay, so I'll probably end up with calouses on one hand. That's why I was born with two… I've read one-handed before, I can do it again. But, my dear old grandmother bless her heart likes to think she knows what she's talking about, and half the time the information she's got is about 30 years out of date, not that it would apply to me anyway. Of course the other half I swear she's just being senile, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, so the afternoon served only to remind me why it is she knows as little about my life, as stellar as it is, as humanly possible. If only because I'm not downplaying whatever the hell she decides to exagerate to the point of complete and utter nonsense about my absolutely stellar life. That's supposed to be my job. At least I can make it believeable. Sorta.

Why I love saturday mornings.

Me, mom, and my aunt made the ritual trip for breakfast, just for general shooting the shit's sake and well, because we could. As much as I despise family gossip, when we do it it actually gets to be quite… uh… well, amusing. But then, we don't go putting our own twists on things either, so that probably has something to do with it. It's almost a shame it only happened once this week… she's probably the one aunt I can actually say I'm close to. Of course, half of them are just plain irritating and the other half are brainless, and like every family I'm sure, we have that one aunt who's just a manipulative bitch and there's no way in hell around it, so I guess there's a reason this one's the one I'm closest to. LOL

You'd think, my cousins being more my age or there abouts, I'd be closer to them… but most of them have yet to get beyond the stage where a good time equates to driving at speeds somewhere around 3 times the speed limit with something/things of alcoholic nature in the trunk, and well, that just isn't me. I rarely drink for starters, and the last time I checked they don't give a driver's license to a blind man. I do have one cousin who's older than I am that I'm close to, but explaining that one needs an entry all on its own and I'm already way the hell off my original topic.

Anyway, we'd originally planned (mom and I) to just go grab a coffee, and pick up a couple things at the store, seeing as my brother was supposed to have been at work this morning and mom had to drive him in. Then, fortunately my aunt called, warning us to stay put… which was a good thing because, at the same time I was talking to her, mom discovered my brother, in that way the immature tend to do, had at some point while we were asleep left us a note saying he was staying at his girlfriend's place (yes, the bitch who manages to make the english teacher I had in grade 9 look angelic). So needless to say the day didn't exactly get started off on a very positive note. Well, aside from the fact we went for breakfast and he was just a little irritated we didn't invite him… ha. Call it poetic justice. Or revenge. Whatever works. I'm cruel when I haven't had my coffee yet. You've been forewarned. But, anyway, aunts with vehicles meant we still got what we needed to get done out of the way today, so all is right in the world. I've had my coffee, and I do believe in spite of the fact he's an irresponsible moron, my brother may have actually for the first time in his working life gotten to a job on time. Or at least not 15 minutes late. On his own. *marks it in the calendar*

Plans for the rest of the day are still in development… I'm sure I'll have something to actually complain about later. There's talk of ending up at my grandma's at some point today… she always gives me something to bitch about. Hey, I never said I lead an interesting life. But, you're the poor soul who's reading it.

How geeky are you?

There is nothing wrong with getting up in the middle of the night to check email. I mean, if you're not sleeping anyway…

September 1, 2006

Weekly MP3

Bare Naked Ladies - Maybe Katie (please download and save before playing)–well, I can't see the concert mentioned in my last entry, but I do have a concert story of my own to share regardless to that. I saw BNL in… oh, hell, like… maybe 2004 when they were playing in Ottawa. For the record, they throw an awesome concert. But, anyway, digressing already. It was completely by accident… well, not entirely by accident… I'd gotten the tickets for free from the local TV station, and had all of maybe a week or 2 to find someone to go with. I had 2 tickets and I'd be damned if I was gonna let one just sit there, y'know. So, I ended up going with my brother… and, I dare say, it was probably the most actual fun the two of us ever had that didn't involve one of us deciding to punch the other out. Mind, he was a lot less irritating then–or maybe I was just home a lot less so didn't notice it as much. Anyway, after one of their funky little intro scenes that, to this day, I swear still tries to mock our beloved (*cough, cough*) millitary, this was *the* first song they played at that concert. And before the song even started, the crowd was ear-splittingly loud. It was awesome. Anyway, within a week of having gone to that concert, they started selling copies of said concert either in MP3 format, or on CD, along with a load of others. Also, oddly enough, this is the kind of song you just absolutely have got to play roof-raisingly loud. I think it's to do with the heavy guitar in it, but don't quote me on that one.

I knew I shoulda stayed in school.

The lucky bastards at a Toronto area highschool are getting a free Bare Naked Ladies concert to start off their school year. Gees, I know it makes me sound old, but if they had crap like that going on when I was in highschool I wouldn't have bothered taking as much time as I could between waking up and showing up for class. I mean, sure I'd of still bitched a fit about it–james is not a morning person. But a free concert and a cup of coffee would more than compensate for that. Because it's free. And it's not class. And… and… damn those Toronto kids! Okay, I'm over it now.

Happy September!

Ordinarily I wouldn't even be thinking that, since you know, September = dangerously close to freezing temperatures, but… it also means 33 days to hockey! … 17 if you include preseason. Suddenly, freezing cold doesn't look all that horrible. As long as I'm not outside in it. And no, Erin, Buffalo is not going to do as well or better this season than they did last. Buffalo is going to *suck* this year. *suck*, I say. … Okay, I'm done. Until they lose. And then, I shall write an entire essay on how and why they suck this year. Mwa.

Oh, and for crying out loud if you're gonna brag about havin' a blog, damn well let me read it, girl! LOL

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September 29, 2006

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