It started off typical enough. And by typical enough, I of course mean you win one, you lose 6. Bright side: we pasted Ottawa, sucka! I mean, yeah it was 3 nill, but come on. I’m used to Ottawa having the 3. Yay for missing that game–not on purpose! Of course, I’d love to say I missed the next two on purpose as well, but sadly, I watched part of the game versus the Stars last night. At least I stayed awake long enough to see them score the first goal, though. Even… if the next 3 belonged to the wrong bloody freakin’ team. And I’m not even gonna touch Boston. That’s a whole other rant for a day when I don’t work. If anyone can provide me an explanation for our team’s sudden bout of suckitude that’s apparently lasted about… oh… 3 years too long, I’m open to it. In the meantime, can we start the ‘blow Ferguson blow’ chant?
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And so continues the downward spiral.
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Oh. My. Lord.
I don’t know whether to be extatic or frightened. So I’m a little of both instead. There was, at one point this afternoon, 63 people available to take calls. Even now, less than 5 minutes later, there still sits 54 available. If I’m lucky, I’ll take *maybe* one call before I have to check out. Lovin’ it.
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‘Crunch’? My parking lot does not ‘crunch’.
At least, it sure didn’t yesterday. But apparently, someone thought they’d be funny and dump a whole crapload of white stuff on it this morning. And in my half-asleep-ness as I usually am, the fact that it was late November didn’t immediately register–so I was, understandably, a tiny bit confused when normally solid ground went crunch. Of course, when I was finally 3/4 awake–thank you, colder than hell snow that still has yet to let up–I just had to wonder if, perhaps, we hadn’t already had this discussion at least once. Of course, then the trusty archive of my various random ramblings and rantings that is my blog reasures me that, indeed, we have. At which point, of course, I shall now point out yet again, my parking lot should not go crunch. At least not until December. Or until I find some vacation time. Both applies and either would be awesome!
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Does this possibly mean no more CSI?
I hope not for the sake of my own sanity. Outside of the occasional sporting event (mostly hockey), and some of the older, no longer actuall in production shows (Cheers, anyone?), that’s the only actual TV I watch anymore. Everything else I either watch online, or don’t watch–most likely because I’ve seen an episode or two of it, it pissed me off, and I said to hell with the rest of it. So yeah, I’m a little concerned about the authorized strike of CBS writers. They haven’t *actually* walked off the job yet, which… is good, but they’re in favour of that possibility, apparently. Which means the… 6(?) episodes of the 8th season of CSI I’m currently waiting for to be downloaded may be the only ones from that season I get for a while. From 1 to 10 on the suckitude skale, this rates about a 15. If they replace it with one of those stupid reality shows, that rating may double. And I may cancel my cable subscription, whether or not that means sacrificing my hockey adiction.
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How long will this call go?
it’s pretty much quarter past 2. I’m off in just over an hour and a half. Can I stretch this call out that long? Would it be in my best interest to do so? If it means I can get outa here relatively on time… hell yeah. So… would I? Watch me try.
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The 2007 Ottawa Santa Clause parade…
Well, I do have to say–regardless to what I actually thought about last night’s parade, it was still significantly better than last year’s Pembroke equivalent. That, of course, in the sense that the child we’re forced to affectionately call my brother’s fiance was, in fact, not present at this one. Always makes for a perfect evening, if you ask me. More floats than you could shake a stick at, and only one actual band worth noting, but I think I’d of still gone to that one before a return to Pembroke. Plus we got coffee out of it–can’t go wrong there, I think. Or if you can, please don’t try to. We did kind of come to the conclusion that it’d be nice to probably end up at the Toronto equivalent parade at some point in the near future. It’s odd, I spent 3 years living an hour away from TO and never bothered going there for the Christmas parade. Small oversight that was never corrected. Added to the list of things to do when I get around to it. Either way, I rather enjoyed myself. And of course, staying up ’til 4:00 in the morning yacking someone’s ear off for no real reason than because we could wasn’t too bad either. Yeah I know I had to work the next day, but I’m here. I had caffeine. I have more caffeine in my lunch. If it becomes an issue, it won’t be for long. Anyway, back to parade talk. Not all that great overall, I wouldn’t say it’s something worth videotaping, but it still beat the hell out of Pembroke. Which was all I was really aiming for.
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I missed this one for a Santa Clause parade.
But more on the parade later. First, the shocker. We didn’t suck. Against Ottawa. Also known as currently the best team in the NHL, and currently the team that’s been killing us for the past couple seasons. I know, one win does not a recovery make, but it’s still nice to see. Nicer to see still is that Raycroft isn’t the only one who can come up with a shutout when we need him to. Jurry’s still out on whether or not Toskala’s actually worth what we’re paying for him, but if he can be relatively consistent we can reach a verdict before Christmas. Of course if he can’t, he runs the risk of me ruling summarily against him. But that’s deserved by any goaltender who doesn’t know if he’s coming or going. Still doesn’t stop me from hoping he’s coming.
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If at first you don’t succeed, sue and sue again.
I’ve been finding an aweful lot of stupidity floating about the headlines lately. Almost scary, really. Article of stupidity number 1054? Fred Goldman’s lawyers will continue to go after O.J. Simpson, no matter how his robbery trial plays out. At first, the article spelled serious grudge/vendetta. Which, okay, the guy killed his son–it’s understandable. But really, take a read at that article and tell me it’s not more about money and trying way too hard to get his greasy little hands on it. I mean, I know Americans just love a good lawsuit, but come off it already. You can’t try a guy for a crime multiple times for a reason. You had your day in court already, Fred my man.
Why I think it’s a hell of a money grab:When news broke that Simpson was in trouble in Las Vegas for a Sept. 13 armed heist of sports memorabilia he claimed had been stolen from him, Goldman’s lawyers were back in court so fast that Goldman obtained an order to get the items before Simpson was arrested. The items, including photos, footballs and jerseys, could fetch tens of thousands of dollars if they are found to belong to Simpson.
Yup, money grab alright. He says in the exact same article that all save, like $5000 was taken up already by legal fees. Well gee, freddy, you just added a few more dollars to that bill. How much of that $5000 did you plan to actually keep?
Goldman’s $19 million share of the judgment has risen to approximately $39 million with interest, but he knows it’s unlikely he’ll ever collect more than
a fraction, no matter how many court battles he wins.Good reason to stop trying in my book, bud. Never mind the fact you’ve *already* gone and doubled your potential earnings. Gees, if you wanted to just give the guy an excuse to start throwing counterclaims back at you, you’re doing it. Hm, query to those people insane enough to be studying US law. What’s the statute of limitations on a whackjob situation like this before it stops being a punishment and starts being harassment? Inquiring minds want to know.
PS:
One of these days, I’d love for the whole Simpson affair in general to get the hell off the headlines. Any volunteers to make that happen?
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My coworkers are evil!
A direct conversation in an employee only chatroom not 5 minutes ago.
Evil Coworker: it’s snowing, folks
Me: bite your tongue. i gotta walk in that. 😛
Evil Coworker: join the clubSnow. *Before* I have time to go home and sleep. Wicked evil cruel. People like that should be shot. Twice. In both knees.
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So this morning. Hella freezing. Why?
That pretty much summarizes it. Yesterday, it was bordering on springlike weather. At least to the point where I thought about taking 5 minutes before the bus came and throwing my jacket back inside. This morning? Freaking, cold. I walk out my back door and across the parking lot to where they’ve stashed my bus stop, and I wanna turn around and grab a coffee. It royally, and painfully, sucked! And it’s not about to suck any less, if the weather netework’s got anything to say about it. That’s it, I’m calling in sick tomorrow. And every day until it goes above freezing. Winter should be illegal. The cold doesn’t bother me usually, except when I have to stand in it for upwards of 20 minutes between buses. *Then* it bothers me just a bit. And *then* I get bitchy. Or maybe it’s just that then I have a reason to. Same difference.