Well, okay, so I don’t. And I did. There’s no real such thing as “medicinal marijuana”, there never was, and there never will be. And this is only really proven by a supreme court decision that, really, should never have had to happen. But, thank you again, Steven Harper, for reminding me why it is I believe you should be taken out back, tied to a tree next to George Bush, and shot. According to this article, users of “medicinal marijuana” can now actually pick their own grower. Now, how in the hell they intend to enforce something like that in a way that the government can still have its fingers all over it is beyond me, but to me, it sounds an aweful lot like “Buy from whoever you want, and have fun doing it.”. Which, okay, I can see the point of it from a constitutional point of view, but still–bad, bad move. Never mind stupid, stupid move. Forever ago, I went on my own mini rant on the subject, after a discussion on a blindness related mailing list I’m a part of–the email that prompted that one was also quoted in the linked entry. I won’t just plain up and say it’s ridiculous–primarily because really, if you have half a brain, you don’t need me to say it. But from the brief look at the outlines points in the judge’s ruling, it very much does sound like a choose your dealer type of situation. And I still maintain the opinion that, next to the entire decision to actually allow the idea of medicinal marijuana, this is quite possibly *the* worst decision our dear court system could come up with. It makes me cringe to say it, but I really hope the government decides to appeal this one. For a change, I actually like their idea better. Which… mostly means I dislike it less. But, I suppose if I had to pick between two crappy poker hands…
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I hate to say I told you so, but…
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Easy mornings don’t happen often.
So on the rare occasions wherein they actually do, it kinda sorta just a little bit surprises the hell out of me. And in this case, the surprise came from the fact that at 10:30 this morning, I had only actually managed to take a grand total of 4 calls. Now, if this was the night shift that wouldn’t surprise me. But it’s not, and we’re usually a whole lot busier than this. Plus I usually don’t get lucky enough that I actually have something I can fix on the 4th try. So yeah, it’s a little surprising. And now I can waste a break doing all manner of non-work related tasks because, well, they said I can. That I’ve been doing it all morning though will just be our secret, okay? 😉
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Are you a hippie?
Way, way too long since I did one of these. Or any sort of regular updating. New year’s resolution upheld for another day!
You Are Definitely Not a Hippie
In fact, you’re so conservative, you make George Bush look like Jerry Garcia.
You’re not big on experimentation or alternative lifestyles.Fringe ideas tend to freak you out. You’re pretty suspicious of hippies – or anyone who sympathizes with them.
As hippies would say, you are the establishment. You’re part of the system… and proud of it.
Did a quiz just insult me?
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Canadians interested in a US election?
Only so far as, say, they stop screwing with my country. I’ve never been a fan of Harper’s cute little relationship with Bush, and the sooner we lose both of them from their respective offices, the better all around methinks. I’d even settle for another Clinton taking office if it meant they kept their politics on their side of the border. A little harsh? Well, possibly. But that’s me. Can’t say it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Unless of course you don’t know me at all. At which point you suck. 😛
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I live! Still!
The last couple weeks have been… well, busy as royal hell. Christmas and new years will do that. Of course, and then I wound up on a week’s vacation and didn’t feel like touching this thing even just to make sure it still worked. But vacation ends tomorrow, and then it’s bac to the daily grind, so I figured now’s as good a time as any to get back into it. New years was hella fun. Although, for the record, nearly every bar in Ottawa being either closed or requiring a cover charge on the biggest drinking night of the year is just way too over the top. Fortunately for our sanity, Trish managed to keep some alcohol at her place which she and I made quick work of. New years day was spent waking up and getting hammered with snow. We wanted to go for a walk and see what kind of pictures we could come up with, but the weather just wouldn’t let up enough for that. I mean, we could have gone for the walk, but pictures were out of the question. So the vote was we’d drive instead. A couple hours and a coffee later, we still had no pictures. But at least we’d killed the majority of the afternoon. I came back to my place after, and there was all manner of flakeyness. Spent pretty much the next week in between being flakey, and talking to an already once mentioned interesting young lady about… whatever came up. Perfect way to spend a vacation. Now, if only she wasn’t in the US. The malfunction will be corrected. Wednesday I go back to work, and I know for at least the first couple days, I’m so not going to want to. But, then again… one look at my paycheck will probably make me want to. I just need to hold out ’til Friday. Oh, it’s going to royally, royally suck…
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December roughly translated is holy crap it’s busy?
Between work, Christmas shopping, and the general insanity that is my life around about this time every year, not surprisingly I’ve managed a grand total of like 2.5 attempts at entries on this here blog in this here month. I finished my shopping for Christmas about a week or so before, so the only thing I had to really worry about was resisting the urge to take overtime–part of me wonders if that would have been less stressful. Aside from that, they had me doing some testing for work so I can see how much I don’t qualify for a bump up in pay grade. But the topper was over christmas. There are actually people in my family who were fooled into believing my sister-in-law had changed. Her clothes, maybe, but that’s about it.
Speaking of Christmas, though… people have got to stop hanging out inside my head. It’s unhealthy. For everyone. My parents bought me, in no particular order, a new TV, a couple cordless phones, Garth Brooks’s newest CD, a new sweater, and things I’m leaving out because i’m too lazy, don’t remember, don’t want to think, or some weird and wonderful combination of all of the above. It bordered on awesome. So I came back home yesterday, hooked up the new TV, watched part of the game (writeup on that one if I remember when I get home), and then stuck Short Circuit (another christmas gift) into the only thing we could get to play a DVD last night–my ever so kick ass computer system. Ironicly enough it was during that that I decided next year, I’m staying the hell in Ottawa. And it was before that that I decided, with a tiny bit of encouragement from Trish, that I don’t plan to be sober come new years night. Oh darn. And All I can really say is I hope 2008 is half as eventful. I couldn’t handle 2007’s equal in that department. *flops over tiredly* -
Do you have the Christmas spirit?
This is what happens when I’m on break. Oh darn.
Your Christmas Sprit Level: 60%
You have a lot of Christmas spirit, and it’s evident to most people who know you.
You love most things Christmas, and you do your best to make sure everyone has a great holiday.While you like the more commercial aspects of Christmas, you truly know what the spirit of Christmas is about.
You’re all about giving, being kind, and sharing the spirit of Christmas with everyone you know.
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My boss can read minds.
Staying up all night is a bad idea, even if I do end up talking to a very wonderful young lady in the process. But I did, so I’ll probably pay dearly for it today. Not this morning, however. I came in half bagged, and the boss bought me coffee. I’d skipped breakfast, as I frequently do, and the boss brought the team doughnuts. If he could read minds, I’d say he had me pegged pretty good. But I suppose I’ll just have to settle for he’s just plain awesome. Yay awesome! And now, back to this particularly dragged out spyware call I had to charge someone in order to endure. The things I do for a paycheck.
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I should not be allowed to think before 9, ever again.
Bad things happen. For example, yesterday. I went to work, which ordinarily wouldn’t be all that big a deal. Except I saw the exact same warning I posted about yesterday, in preliminary form, on Saturday. I guess I should have got the hint when the first three words of the warning are “near crippling snowstorm”, but again, shouldn’t be allowed to think before 9. So I went into work yesterday morning. And by about noon, we were talking about closing the office. So yes, I’m an idiot. But I survived. And now, I get to take down a list of names of folks I get to send emails to wondering exactly what crack they were on when they decided,, nah… it’s not gonna snow up here. You wimps can go to work. Yeah, about that. I think next time I’ll just preemptively book the day off. Thanks for a whole load of absolutely nothing, jackasses. You’re lucky I happen to like my job.
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This is where I check out.
I have no idea why I think of about 3/4 of the things I do. But apparently some random part of me finds it amusing. I will seak help immediately.
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Winter storm warning for: City of Ottawa”>
Someone tell me they can see why I seriously thought about the possibility of not going to work today. Although granted, the predictions were worse yesterday. It’s still nothing anyone should ever have to be out in, never mind have to go to work in. Bleh.
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I think I’m managing to come down with my first winter cold. And a week before Christmas. Go me. At this rate I should be half dead by new years.
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I thought we were supposed to suck this year? The team I’m beginning to love to hate has started pulling themselves together. And I was just beginning to accept another season of golf…
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Conrad Black officially makes less than me. According to this storry (thank you, CTV), he’ll be making 12 cents an hour in prison. See, I’d complain, but what expenses has he got there? His food and housing’s paid for. Besides, he made enough money breaking the law, he can afford to lose some following it.
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If anyone ever has to know why it is I absolutely despise vista, just try and set up file/printer sharing. You will pull your hair out. I nearly wanted to… thank god today’s my Friday. Oh. My. Lord. Good thing I’m not easy to piss off.
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Another spyware call. Another bloody mac user/windows newbie. Wonder how long I can drag this call out before people start pointing fingers at me. Anyone taking bets?
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And lastly, mother nature, please and thank you kindly, stop it with the freakin’ white stuff. It’s bad enough I get to freeze my ass off on the way to work. Again, bleh. Nature sucks.