It, apparently, started last night at some point, and didn’t get straightened out until about 6:00 this morning. Not sure if anything I did to correct it actually helped or not, but at least in doing so I could tell it wasn’t anything within my control that was screwed. Translation: Sympatico sucks. Loads. But it’s still better than Rogers. I’d switch to Primus for DSL–they already have my long distance service, but they still use Bell’s phone lines, so that’d just be shooting myself in the foot in the long run. Damn, we need more choices for internet service up here. That aren’t dialup.
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My interwebs were one huge clusterfuck.
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My Senators hatred has reached england!
Thanks largely to a google search by one apparently overseas Sens fan–poor sucker–that landed him on my wonderful little Senators suck page. Is this what world fame feels like?
Note:
the Sens *do* suck. We’re not counting the fact they beat my team twice this season. By one goal. In overtime. the first two games of the season. Not at all. They suck. Accept it.
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Toronto, we have a problem.
Last week, raycroft stunk up the place and toskala was the thing–not that I agreed with that. This week, Toskala stunk up the place and Raycroft’s golden–not that I agree with that, either. Although, admitedly, I can’t disagree with a stomping not unlike that handed to us on Tuesday. But, while I find myself… not really liking either prospective goaltender, and yet still wondering exactly which one of them will be considered *the* goalie to start the season, I have to also wonder one thing. where the fuck was the rest of the team on Tuesday? Besides at home? Yeesh… okay, I’m done. Oh, wait… no, hang on a minute. Islanders suck! Hard! Okay, now I’m done.
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I get to do nothing for 4 more hours. Plus breaks.
And all because of a collective clusterfuck that means my entire team misses out on 4.5 hours of training tonight. So now, until 2:00 in the morning at the earliest, barring a natural disaster–they taught us very early in the initial session about the speed of Dell–I get to sit here with my thumb up my ass, doing absolutely nothing except cruising teh interwebs until one of 3 things happen. we get really extremely uberly busy and they tell us they need us on the phones, one or more of us decide we’re tired of sitting here and getting paid to not do work–for the record, I so won’t be one of those–or plans get changed/reworked/fucked over in such a way that someone higher up than my manager realizes, hey wait a minute, training’s been cancelled and there wasn’t anything sent out about that. Of course, for the record, I don’t think there’s anyone higher than my manager so far as this department goes even in the building at the moment. Or there won’t be in about an hour and a half. so unless he does a complete 180 on letting us just kinda chill it for a few hours, we’re all good ’til 2:00 or 2:30. I love this job. Or maybe it’s just the manager. That’s a possibility. I’ll take it either way.
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I didn’t think they’d leave it alone.
Way back when, I ranted the hell out of the prospect of Quebec actually being considered a nation. And I distinctly remember saying if and when that day gets here, they should have no say whatsoever in how the *rest* of Canada is run. So what’s the Bloc Quebecois go and do now? Why, they decide that rather than just cutting themselves off from the rest of the country and getting it over with, parliament should instead bend over backwards and just kinda rewrite a handful of laws/bills/what have you, including the federal labour code, to basicly say the official language of Canada, that being the only language that actually matters to most Canadians not stuck in the past, is only applicable outside of Quebec. Yet another “except for Quebec” rule, not entirely unlike just about every other law they’ve managed to push through–minimum wage, anyone? Call me prejudiced if it makes you feel better, but… really, either shit or get off the pot. either follow Canada’s rules and regulations *as they’re written*, and as they’ve been written for, like, ages, or get out. And take Gilles Duceppe and his backwards party with you.
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My drama free thanks giving…
Surprising, given who I was spending it with. But, my brother and the bitch were barely around long enough to have any significant conversations with, with the exception of supper on Sunday–but, then, they didn’t stay all that long afterwards either so I’ll take it. So, no one ended up throwing punches, and all and all it was… well… unstressful. Not at all like the family I’m used to going back to Pembroke to visit. Not that it means I’m in a hurry to go back–I subscribe to the theory good things only happen once every 15 years. And that was my family’s once. So now, I shall stick to the plan that has kept me alive for 24 years–go nowhere near 95% of the family if at all humanly possible to avoid them. There are, of course, the exceptions to that rule. But they, like me, were also smart enough to get the hell away from the rest of them. Which… is actually why they’re the exceptions to the rule. I like it when things work out that way. I like it even better when things working out that way means I don’t wind up with one hell of a killer headache. Who says avoiding people is a bad thing?
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The unknown element is still unstable.
Vesa Toskala. The man some have pinned their hopes and dreams for this season on. The man who, in spite of the fact he’s still not got a whole lot in front of him–we just happened to score more goals on Saturday, that’s all–still pretty much proved 2 losses against Ottawa still doesn’t mean we’re tanking the season. The man who, as of right this very minute, has given me absolutely no reason as yet to actually fall in love with the guy. Not helped in the slightest I’m sure by having been ker-shmucked by a team who, last year, *did* tank the season. And why? Well, I wanna blame the new guy–‘cuz that’s just what I do. but really, he’s the last line of defense here. granted I didn’t exactly watch the game tonight–have I mentioned lately I hate, hate, hate that I can’t get half these games, even for 10 minutes, from work? But, that being said… what the hell? Why, for the love of God, did we have little to nothing going all night? Defensively, *or* offensively? Can *anyone* explain that to me? I mean, granted I’m going by Yahoo’s ever so explanatory description of the game–it’s all I have until I plunk myself down in front of a TV, sue me–but really. If the way to the net was as open most of the game as I’m getting the impression? Oh. My. Freaking. God. Just call off the season now. It’d be less painful. And all you Vesa supporters (I’m looking at you, Boonmaster, I challenge you. If you really think he’ll do any better than Raycroft, which at this point is doubtful and growing less likely, prove it. Bets are open in the comments. Not that I think Raycroft’s the starter of 07-08, but… neither’s toskala if we wanna go cup hunting. Or at least make the first round. And that’s the opinion of a Leafs fan stuck in Ottawa.
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Now that’s a hockey game.
So I’m a few days late–blame the thanks giving getaway, a recap of which I’ll attempt when I’m brave enough. Easy positive side, though. I got to do something I haven’t gotten to do since roughly this time last year–watch Toronto beat down on Montreal in overtime. Sure, it had to go to overtime before they won… but hey, they won. I’ll take it. Keeps the food chain from last year in perspective. Y’know, the one where Ottawa walks all over toronto, who in turn walks all over Montreal, who in turn walks all over Ottawa. It’s a nice little love triangle. And it works! For the most part. I mean… there’s a few kinks that need to work themselves out–we still, after all, have the unknown factor in a goalie named Vesa, but that’s at least not entirely impossible to rectify. Now… if they start Raycroft for tonight’s game versus Carolina, *then* we’ll have issues. Unless he wins. But I don’t expect that to happen. Ah well, we beat Montreal. That makes this weekend worth while. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make me want to go back to work any more. Stupid me working nights during the hockey season. Again. You’d think I’d of learned after last year…
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27 minutes…
And I’m home le free. Tonight’s insanity done with, I don’t have a job for the next 3 days. In 26 minutes. And… oh, my, suh, weet, le, jesus. It’s gonna feel damn good walking out of this building in… 25 minutes. The countdown is on. And I *will* leave on time. Or Trish will kill me for keeping her waiting in the parking lot. Eh… maybe coffee will save my life. 😉
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Thanks giving with the family. Or, will I snap this weekend?
Take insanity from one hell of a work week, add in a trip to Pembroke for thanks giving, a pinch of the ultimate in meladramatic families, throw in a sister-in-law I’m told has grown up a bit but still find myself seriously doubting, and what do you get? Me wondering just how many ways I can torture myself that *didn’t* cost the price of a trip to Pembroke. But, y’know, ’tis family–so ’tis my turn to take one for the team. Or for society as a whole. I haven’t decided which yet. I have, however, decided for 3:00 in the morning, it should *still* not be as busy as it is now. It’s unholy. Unnatural. I came to nights to avoid this. I didn’t avoid very well. *twitch*