• I don’t do anything in Pembroke. Honest.

    That spending the afternoon yesterday going out for coffee with my aunt and one of my cousins didn’t happen. Neither did the going to their place for supper after. Because, y’know, I just don’t dare do such things. My poor hockey team also didn’t just roll over and play dead for half last night’s game, either. No, seriously. They didn’t. We’re not talking about that. Shhh. You saw nothing.

    Seriously though, there was actually a rather surprising amount of fun to be had yesterday. The cousin in question, who’s been a little bit of a drama queen in her own right lately, actually did her best to behave herself. And succeeded. Or something. We watched a couple movies and my aunt decided to order pizza for supper. Then it was go time. Came back home, ousted the dogs, and threw on the hockey game. And then promptly turned it right the hell off again. Oh. my. fucking. god. We did decently up until the third. Apparently they weren’t todl hockey does have 3 periods though. Thank god it’s only the preseason. Damn, that hurt.

    I had to make up for that horrifying beating, you know. Well, okay, that and Christmass is in, oh… 3 months, so call these my christmass present to me. Uber freaking early, but I do that. Deal. I’ve got one half the size, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last year or so, it’s that 500 GB is so not enough for someone who’s video wishlist is way too fucking long for his goddamn good. I could probably just delete half of them, but well, that’s so no fun. Besides, then I’d of just had to buy something else.

    And, because this entry’s not random/pointless enough, the Canadian government actually came up with something semi-useful ; our very own national do not call list. How well it works is anyone’s guess, but hey, I’ll take it. Hey, can’t be any worse than the one they use in the US.

    … And I’ve just run out of pointless drivvle. Time to find something semi-productive to do. Like maybe laundry. Where did I learn to procrastinate so damn much? … I blame Cheryl (clefurgey).

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  • Even I didn’t think I was that good.

    So the last couple times I’ve been letting our muts out, mine’s been developing this nasty little habbit of leaving the yard and either chasing after or barking at those foolish enough to walk past in front of our house. Cute once or twice, but not any more than that and not at 8:00 in the morning when you’ve got kids trying to make their way to school. So I decided the next time she goes out, it’ll be attached to something that doesn’t allow her to leave the yard (either my mother’s dog’s leash, or a walking leash attached to me). I settled on the former, putting my mother’s mut who’s significantly older and so you’d think would be more easy to tire out on the walking leash. I figured I’d walk him around for a bit, he’d do his thing, and eventually want to come inside for the purpose of passing right the hell out. Didn’t happen. Instead, I learned a little something about that dog, and about me. Apparently, for a stupid mut who’s understanding of the phrase “come here” depends entirely on whether or not you have food in your hand, he’s pretty freaking brilliant. Either by accident or design (I still haven’t the slightest idea which yet), we ended up out by the community mailbox area we need to go to out here if we want to get our household mail. I only wish I both knew which one was ours and rememberred to grab my mom’s keychain, which has our mail key on it. Also apparently, either this neighbourhood’s easier to navigate than I previously thought it was, or my internal GPS (read: caneless mobility skill) has managed to maintain a certain level of awesome, even after escentially being ignored for God only knows how long. I walked my mother’s mut around a little bit longer after finding the mailbox, we ended up killing an hour and I still don’t think he’s completely tired out yet, and on the way home I only just barely missed the street the house is on. Not too shabby for someone who hasn’t even been here for more than a week, and hasn’t been walking around the neighbourhood in a small age, even if I do say so myself. And of course, once I figured out where I was getting back to the house was a simple matter. Mut senior promptly got let off the leash and went to fall over somewhere I think in the living room. That was almost an hour ago; I don’t think he’s moved yet. As for me, I’m gonna love my bed tonight, that’s for damn sure.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 20:15 Watching hockey, ignoring the computer. Not hard when it’s a slow pos. #
    • 20:36 Feels like watching last year’s team. Faces are diffent, but it still hurts the same. #

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  • I are not deaded!

    Contrary to popular belief I still check on this thing (I’ve even been dropping comments!). There’s just not been any actual content dumped in here in a small age. Really, up until recently there’s not been a whole lot of shtuff to remark on. I finished up my trip to Jesica’s (samari76) by us ordering out on the Saturday, and just taking the evening to do that thing where we be as lazy as the day is long. I made it back to Ottawa in one piece, naturally, and pretty much took it easy for the next week or so. After that, things started to sort of happen in pretty quick succession. I’ll try and catch folks up with what I can remember, but it’s been pretty non-stop for a bit.

    I found a handful of jobs that were subsequently applied for, though as of yet none of them have called me back. I’m still keeping my eyes open for leads, but as it stands right now, it’s not looking entirely too promising. Trish made mention of a site looking for someone specificly familiar with Freedom Scientific‘s JAWS for Windows program. And, since I, well, use the thing, I figure what the hell. She informed my mother of this, though, and in typical mother fashion, she knew there was a company that was looking, but went and forgot the important information. Specificly, um, which company. Brilliant. So, it’s pick Trish’s brain time. Other than that though, employment situation’s pretty well the same; that being completely and totally not there. Go me.

    I also get to spend two weeks in Pembroke, *without* the parentals. I’ve been requested and probably required to take advantage of my unemployed status and am house sitting for them while the mother thing flees the country with my dad for a couple weeks. Which basicly means quality time spent with the puppies, and an actual house to myself. Complete with a decent satelite TV package. Not that the cable package I have is anything to be considered small, but hey, if I’m not paying for it, that just makes it that much better. At some point I’ll probably end up catching up with a few other members of the family, but for the moment, piece and quiet is the order of the day.

    Well okay, that and hockey. The preseason has snuck up on me; I thought it started later than it actually did. Instead, it starts tonight. In… about half an hour, actually. Nifty and all that. Everything is right in the world. And the regular season starts in plenty of time for another little piece of excitement to happen.

    The weekend of our thanks giving, Jessica will be coming up here to spend it with me and the family. She’s never actually had, I don’t think, what I’d call a family get together for thanks giving. Or if she has, she’s not told me. So this will be good for her. Plus, you know, the fact I’d love a chance to get to spend more time with her, even if it’s just for a few days. We purchased the ticket last monday, and as it stands now, she gets here on October 10th, and goes home on the 13th. The plan, then, is to have the dinner itself on Saturday, when we’ll have most if not all of us together for it. Which will actually be nice for more than one or two reasons.
    So there, I’ve been busy. Just not necessarily, um… well, active. Oh yes, and LJ idol? Not happening this year. Obviously. Next year, though, we shall see. Depending entirely on how lazy/motivated/whatever I feel when it comes up.

    Oh, and before I forget (I know, I already pretty much did), happy belated birthday, Nefertiti (almadefortitude)! Hopefully this trip around the sun’s as good as or better than the last one. Although by the sounds of it, it seems to be improving already.

    PS: Piece and quiet can start now, seeing as the fire department just picked *now* to inspect our smoke detectors. Not pretty when you have two very territorial muts.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 12:15 Vacation was awesome in the extreme. It’s sadly go time now, so am on a Canada bound bus. #
    • 14:31 And Canada agrees, I are not a terrorist. I sleep untill Toronto. #
    • 17:29 In Toronto, looks like an hour wait for the next one. #
    • 18:27 Go time. On the Ottawa bus now. #
    • 20:25 Well, it was fun by myself while it lasted. #
    • 21:09 Last leg of the trip. The next time people get off the bus, I’ll be going with them. #
    • 23:37 In Ottawa, looking for a cab. Got it. #
    • 00:00 Home! Fucking exhausted, in spite of having slept on the way. Requisit phone calls coming in a minute. #

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 15:16 Finally got around to charging the cell. I are reachable again! #

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  • This is why I do tech support in a call center, folks.

    Woman arrested for threatening to take a broadband repair tech hostage. Haha. I can see where she’s coming from, but um, tiny bit of overreaction going on, methinks. I mean hell, the girlfriend makes those comments at least once every day or two and you don’t see me running for the bus station while she’s at work. Oh, speaking of which, I’ve still got half an hour. *runs*

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  • I are here, and still kickin’ it.

    There’s a very good reason why it is there’s been a decided lack of an update since, like, Thursday or Friday. That of course being that I’ve just been having way too much goddamn fun. I took off from my place as planned at 2:30 on Friday, and got to Jessica’s (samari76) about half past midnight, or there abouts. The trip itself was fairly uneventful, with the exception of one of the drivers I had getting all uppity about the usage of cell phones. I managed though to keep Jess updated about what was going on, as well as my overly paranoid family. It only took me about an hour or so to get cleared through customs, and that went with no problem whatsoever. Well, for me, anyway. Apparently when we got to the stop in Buffalow, we had one less person on the bus than we had when we left the stop in Toronto. Oopsies. I imagine Jessica was pretty well tired though, seeing as she didn’t really get a whole lot of sleep going on while I was on my way down, so we ended up sleeping in until Julie called us for a little spontanious get-together. Always fun, or so people have been telling me, anyway.

    We hooked up with them at Jess’s apartment, and headed out to a local diner for lunch. Until this week, I had no idea a lunch date with friends could go all afternoon. This one did. Poor girl tried to convince me to sample some of her apparently “really awesome” garlic bread, but after finishing my own lunch there was just gonna be none of that going on. We kicked it to a local ice cream shop afterwards, and all walked outa there with shakes of varying flavours. All told, we didn’t end up actually saying goodbye to Julie and her boyfriend until somewhere in the neighbourhood of 5 or 6. That night was its own variation of interesting, too. We got home and put our feet up for a bit, before going to pick up Tasha, a girl she works with, who’d mentioned wanting to meet me and do some drinking that evening. I will say this much for the evening though. One well-mixed screwdriver should not have sent a girl like her over the edge like that. Jess and I were sort of the short order babysitters for the night after that. Apparently this girl had made a showing of telling them she had quite the tolerence for alcohol from her days in college. Which, for the record, ended not more than 2 years ago. She even kinda mentioned that to me a time or two. So when she told me she wanted a 50/50 screwdriver, I had no problem giving it to her. And she had no problem chugging half of it inside of 5 minutes and being pretty well trashed from then on. We tried to get her to take it easy, but she was having none of that. The girl needed to sober up, in a really bad way. So Jess tried to make her something to eat while I stuck around to keep face from meeting floor. Eventually, we did that, but that so wasn’t helping her case any. Eventually, she did manage to finish her first drink, actually taking her time with it this time, though she kept almost begging us to give it more alcohol. It was about that time when apparently an old boyfriend of hers chose to call her up. So now there’s her, sitting on Jessica’s coutch, and about bursting into tears right there because apparently this dood was 7 different varieties of asshole towards her. Jess was getting pissed, and well, you know me, drama and I don’t get along. So I walked over, she handed me the phone, and I hung up on him. Of course, there was the requisit flipping out, but I think she knows now it was deserved, and something she should have done without my help. I mean, sure it’s neither my or Jess’s business what’s going on, but she was invited over to have a good time, and proceeded to do anything but. And I could tell it was ruining Jess’s attempt to have a good time. Then came the endless circle of her alternating between appologising for a bag of chips that somewhere in the events of that evening ended up spilled, to appologising for crying, to talking about exactly how gone she was, telling me to promise I wouldn’t hurt Jess (um, okay?), and telling Jess to promise she wouldn’t screw it up (um, again, okay?). Throw in there every so often her just saying how she just wanted to go home and pass out, and probably do something I don’t even want to know about with a guy she has an interest in but has never actually met yet. Neither of us could really get a decent buz on that night until after she left, which she eventually did when Jess called her a cab, as well as the hotel because she *really* was in no condition to be going anywhere by herself, even if it was just to her room but she was having none of that staying here for the night business. So between the two of us we managed to get her downstairs and into the cab, then Jess told the driver where to take her because Tasha clearly didn’t have a clue. We finished our drinks after the cab pulled away, and by that point all the party mood had kind of disappeared, so we just headed for bed. And sure enough, 10 minutes after we got there, it was goodnight Jessica.

    We got up fairly late the next morning as well, and again met up with Julie and her boyfriend for lunch (this one was actually planned). We wanted to check out a local hotdog place, but apparently they decided a Sunday afternoon, at the end of August, on labour day weekend, and at the start of the football season, wasn’t the ideal time to be open for business. So we checked out a local diner for the second day in a row (a different one this time, of course). And again, lunch lasted from about noon or 1-ish when Julie and company showed up to about 4 or 5 of that afternoon. Then we went back to Jessica’s apartment, Julie and her boyfriend hung out with us for another hour or so until their ride showed up, and after that we had the evening to ourselves.

    Monday was the big cellebration of sorts that she wanted me down here to attend. A bunch of us got together, including Julie, her boyfriend, a much recovered from her hangover Tasha, and several other people she both worked with and was good friends with. We hit up the Cracker Barrel, where again we all ate way too goddamn much for our own good. It was very good though, and I had no problem with skipping supper that night. Neither did Jess, for that matter. We ended up grabbing something light to snack on later that evening, but mostly, we were good in that department.

    Tuesday Jess ended up back at work, not that she wanted to be or anything. So I took the day to see if I couldn’t get her computer to play nice; it’d developed quite an irritatingly nasty spyware problem. I got quite a bit of it off, then broke when she came home and we sat and talked for a bit. She wanted to show me the local bbq place around here, so we kinda made a date out of it. First time since I got here we were able to actually do something on our own, which was very nice. The atmosphere was relaxing, and except for someone who had way too much alcohol and had to be walked out of the restaurant, I had a good time and I think so did she. We got back here and thought about hitting up a coffee shop, but by the time we got there it was closed. So instead, we ended up back home and just called it a night.

    I have no idea what the hell we’ve got planned for tonight yet. Jess just got home now, and I’ve got her putting her feet up to get over the afternoon’s heat. We’ll probably make another try for the coffee shop we couldn’t get to yesterday, but at the moment, I think she’d be perfectly fine with just sitting here for a couple hours and eventually doing the zombie thing. As for me, now that she’s here I do believe I should actually be spending time with her. I’m learning a hell of a lot about the way things go down here though, and maybe after I get back I’jll publish some of those lessons. For right now though, I’ll just publicly acknowledge what I’ve already admitted to her. Even the rule that everything’s better in Canada has its exceptions.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 09:42 Pretty well packed. It’s almost quarter to 10. Not bad… now to actually get dressed. #
    • 10:17 Uh. Why is it every time I pack to leave somewhere, it decides to pick then to piss down rain? #
    • 11:21 Mom’s early. Lunch time, then bus. #
    • 12:50 Heading for the station now. #
    • 14:05 Have my ticket. They gave me the trainee ticket guy. Much fun. #
    • 14:10 And now on the bus. In 20 mins, it’s go time. #
    • 14:33 And we’re away. #
    • 15:22 Um, why in the name of creation did buddy next to me just put his head on my shoulder? #
    • 16:01 Just like travelling with the family. Drive out of rain in Ottawa, drive into it on the way to wherever. #
    • 16:59 We’re supposed to hit Toronto at 7:25. We’re just leaving our rest stop now. We might be a tiny bit late. #
    • 17:40 @samari76 You should be sleeping already. :p #
    • 19:07 Stop number 1. And not where I need to be at. Next? #
    • 19:43 In toronto. Missed the 7:30, going to catch the 8:00. #
    • 20:00 On the border bound leg of the trip. Let’s see if someone thinks I’m a terrorist. #
    • 20:55 Apparently the bus goes right into Rochester from buffalow. Easy fix to a small problem. #
    • 21:42 Sitting at the border now. #
    • 22:30 I are not a terrorist! #
    • 23:02 Vhey made me change buses after all. Go figure. #
    • 23:20 On the road again. Next stop, home of the awesome girlfriend. Well, after finding her at the bus stop. #
    • 23:44 I forgot how much more fun these trips are when you don’t have some random dood bumping elbows with you. #
    • 00:33 And I do believe we have arival at Rochester. Aha. That’s because we do. #
    • 00:48 And now we have a Jessica, and a cab. Life is good. #

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  • Pre-awakening ramblings, or something.

    So. It’s that day, and nearly that time. I’m pretty much all packed, and just need to do that thing where I run around the house for 30 seconds or so making sure I’m not forgetting something critical to my vacationing. Like, say, my ID. Because that would just be all kinds of sucky. I have apparently been given only one option for departing today, and that’s via the passenger seat in the mother thing’s vehicle. Which, well, I’m not exactly about to complain; I didn’t *really* want to pay for cab fair anyway. But still. An hour and a half away just to drive me to the bloody bus station? Kay, mom.

    I’ll get to doing that whole waking up thing at some point in the not too distant future. Maybe. But in the meantime, because I’ve already missed one and am going to miss the other. Happy belated to djner, even though you probably aren’t about to see this any time soon. And, happy birthday, Michelle (sheyrena)! I’d save it for when you’re actually awake, but I’m in all likelyhood not gonna be here then, so you get an LJ one instead. Hope this year turns out as good as or better than the last one, for both of you.

    Well now. So much for “your information is secure/bank reps will never ask you for your password”. Amusing as hell, to put it rather nicely. But I’m still quite glad I’m, uh, not anywhere near being a customer for this particular bank. Hmm, wonder if I should try that with RBC. Okay, I’m sufficiently amused now.

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