And it’s admitedly my own damn fault. But I still live, at least for the most part. And I’ll make a more concerted effort to actually post on here. At some point. Like… maybe on my lunch hour. Maybe. Lord knows I have a lot to write about in a week–is half an hour really enough time? We shall just have to see…
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I have fallen off the blogging wagon.
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Only doing this job…
… can you still sit here on a Saturday morning, working, and still watch Saturday morning TV. Unfortunately you have absolutely no say in what’s on. This guy’s 13 or 14-year-old daughter’s sitting there watching Power Rangers, for instance. And all I can say is my god, I wish her father had the remote controll.
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I have officially lived in Ottawa for a year.
Well, actually, over that now. Over that by… about a week. Which means I’ve almost had internet access from Ottawa for a year. I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d keep my relatively little sanity when I shoved my almost life into boxes and got the hell out of Pembroke. Trish and I were actually talking about this Thursday night, and it kinda made me realize. I don’t see me going back to Pembroke any time soon, for anything more than the occasional shortened visit. By shortened, I mean… maybe an evening, hopefully an hour. I’m a different person now, I think, than I was when I moved out. I’ve learned a lot, and actually gotten some motivation to do something. Oh, I’m still lazy as hell, and would still rather stay home and get paid than go to work, but I like my job, and since I have to do it anyway, I’m kinda glad going to work means going to this office. I overslept yesterday and it pissed me right the hell off. But eh, it happens. Tonight, there be hockey (I’m ordering pizza). I still have 4 games–no, 4 victories–to post about when I get home tonight. And then I’m ordering pizza. Possibly. And I can only say… oh, hell, yes. Okay. I’m gonna just stop here. This entry’s becoming a whole lot more random than I’d intended. Note to self: do not blog while half awake, or before coffee.
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Because a week with no update is plenty long enough.
Sadly, not much was missed in this neck of the woods. Lots of cold, lots more snow, a little tiny bit of damn that’s cold, and… well, that’s it. Well, besides my team finally stringing together a win or 3 but the obligatory entry that tosses all 3 wins into one very excited update will have to wait until I get home and feel like link searching. For the moment, I have only this to say. What in the hell was I thinking not moving to Florida?
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wanted: team that can play.
Because mine apparently sure can’t. Granted they *did* make it to a shootout, apparently, but what I saw of last night’s game, which ended badly, shootout or no, sure didn’t look all too promising of good news. I came home from Trish’s place last night and fell on the coutch for the third period. With 5 minutes left in the third, after the team demonstrated all the consistency of wet pasta, I pretty much called it a loss and switched it off. Good choice. Aside from Sundin scoring to tie it up, it sounds like I didn’t miss a whole hell of a lot. At least we now know before Christmas they’ll be golfing in April, though. Sure makes waiting for the season to be over a whole lot easier.
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Well, they haven’t killed each other yet.
Guess that makes it official. And here I was hoping there might be some small chance for salvation. Oh well, if I’m going to have that particular sister-in-law, at least I can be secure in the knowledge that she will be an hour and a half away from me. I’d prefer a country and a half, but you can’t have it all. I hear tell she’s done a fair bit of maturing since the last time I saw her. Of course, that, like everything, I shall believe when I see. In the meantime, the farther, the better. For the sake of my sanity and her life.
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Could the Leafs be looking at a whole new lineup next year?
It really couldn’t hurt. While earlier today I did refer to them rather directly as a steaming pile, there are a few faces I’d love to see stick with the team while the rest of it gets blown to hell. Immediately coming to mind is Sundin, but only because at least as it stands now, he’s the best performer this team’s got. Who would I most like to see get blown off the roster? Mister good for nothing Ferguson, for starters. Further proof he was a ridiculous choice for GM–he goes out and builds himself a crap team, then tries to fire Paul Maurice because the players he picked are stinking up the place. Sorry Ferg, but… I wouldn’t of picked Raycroft or Toskala either. Toronto will officially be known as the place where old fogies go to retire if JFJ has his way. MLSE, do us all a favour please and fire that man. Fire that man now. Before he really gives me a reason to abandon the team I grew up watching.
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Why I don’t go by ‘Jim’.
My father and I both have the same name. So to make it less of a headache on both of us, he goes by Jim, and I go by James. And where the legal, given name is required, one of us will usually stick our middle initial in there as well–which, admitedly, can also be problematic given as that’s also the same. In 24 years, I’ve never willingly answered to Jim–willingly, of course, meaning that there are always those few people who just don’t really care either way and call me whatever comes to mind. So when I got a phone call this morning asking for ‘Jim’, I was admitedly a little confused/irritated. He asked for him by last name, too, so sure, I figured it was going to be for either me or my father–if it’s for the latter they pulled the number out of the wrong phone book. I still have no idea who this guy is, and then he mentions that I did a job for him a while back on behalf of the ministry of labour. By this time I’ve gone from general curiosity to “Zuh?”. Okay, so now he’s not looking for me *or* my father. Now how do we get him out of *that* awkward situation? worst of it is, he called from a Toronto number, so he just paid Bell Canada some coin to be told to try again. I almost felt sorry for the guy, but… then I figured, I needed some amusement. And that was it. I gotta get a life…
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Who’s steaming pile is this?
It’s official. We’re out of the playoffs. but at least we know this before Christmas so we’re not, you know, waiting for the Islanders to squeak out a win in the shootout on the last game of the season. But damn, does that hurt. Now, granted I went through most of the season expecting something like this, but Saturday’s complete waste of ice pretty much solidified it. The Maple Leafs suck. And yet, for some odd reason–I’ll call it desperation not to have to chear for Ottawa–they’re still my hockey team. Tell me exactly how that works, please? Because at the moment, it escapes me.
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Sympatico pisses me off again.
For the second time in just over a month, my internets decided they would go south on me. Not pretty. It happened sometime between when I woke up at 5, rolled over, checked the time, cursed, and went back to sleep, and when I finally dragged my ass out of bed at about 7:20 or somewhere thereabouts. I have no idea what the hell caused it this morning–probably another attempt to prevent me from continuing to rebuild my video library (a month or so and counting!). At any rate, it’s irritating as hell. And making me contemplate the possibility of canning Sympatico as my DSL provider. It’s also making me consider the possibility of creating a ‘Sympatico’ category on here. Hey, I did it for moronic cellebrities. Would this be any different? I didn’t think so. In the meantime, Sympatico, fix your crap service.
Update:
I have decided, I’ll lose nothing anyway. Category created.