It took a university level student to come up with a study that pretty much advertises the obvious. If gas prices go up, people won’t drive as much, and will lose weight. yay obvious! Give this man a Captain Obvious award! Oh, wait… I guess we should actually see this as a scientific fact now, eh? Nothing to do with common sense? Oh–it’s the US. As I’ve said many a time… common sense is a foreign idea to the US. And, like anything foreign, it’s either ignored, laughed at, walked on, or deported. Hey, what’s it doing on TV in Canada then? I worry for thee, Canada. I thought the worst was already here when Harper was elected. Oh, le sigh. I’d move to britain but I’d probably find something over there to mock.
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This is America’s scientific future.
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T Hos lifts the highschooler ban, highschools become babysitters?
If I were still in highschool, I’d probably be given a bit more reason not to be. Now, I think I’ll start planning my coffee runs based on how close the Tims is to the local highschools. A tim Hortons restaurant made the rather smart decision to force highschool students to buy their shit, and get the hell out of the way so people that matter can actually enjoy their coffee/lunch/breakfast in peace without having to fight with a potential dropout who’d rather hang out at Tims than go to class for a table. Of course, then they went and reversed that decision, proving anyone will cave if enough people cry about it. Of course, now the highschool who’s students were crying about the ban has decided to stick its staff in there over the lunch hour to keep the kids from being proper terrors. So basicly, I give it a week and they’ll go terrorise and subsequently be banned from the local McDonalds. But at least they’ll keep their relationship with Tims squeeky clean. Which is really all that matters, right? When I was in highschool, I went to the Subway halfway across town because the highschool irritated me. with this rather… idiotic decision, I wouldn’t blame anyone for avoiding Tim Hortons like the plague now, just for the simple fact of it’d feel like an extension of the highschool. Which I, personally, was trying to avoid. But that being said, even now, not being in highschool, I’ll avoid that place if ever I find myself in this particular area, just based on the fact that… uh, well, duh–I’m not in highschool. So why would I bother going to some place where it’s being monitored by the highschool staff? What, pray tell, if you so kindly could, would be the point in that? Oh–right, there is none. Go back to banning the highschoolers. Make it a chain-wide ban. It’s good for business. Trust me.
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I just made this company $500.
Which, roughly translated, means… absolutely jack for me. Yay workin’ for the man! One of these days, I’ll work for me. One of these days. Possibly. Nah, too much work. Just hit me up with another bonus or 6.
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Just 5 hours and 44 minutes…
… Until I get to go home. Not that I don’t like it here–hell, it’s awesome. But… well, this cold I thought I’d kicked on the weekend? Yeah. It’s back. And it’s got revenge on its mind. What a royal bastard it is. So I’m sitting here, on my lunch break, trying very hard to stay awake and getting nowhere. If we go through another of those dead periods like we did for… oh… most of last night, I’ll start to question my ability to actually stay awake. So far, though, at least I’ve managed to avoid becoming a walking sneeze fest. Now, I just need to get set up for this year’s anti-winter campaign. Hopefully I stop being stuffy before I have to get out the big stick. Okay, lunch break almost over. Have things to attempt to get done before I leave. ending random ramblings now.
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Are you prejudiced?
Starting the night off right, because it probably won’t stay that way. Oh, and because I haven’t done one of these in forever.
You Are Not Prejudiced
Not only are you color blind, but you’re also ethnicity blind, gender blind, and sexual orientation blind.
You don’t judge someone until you truly know them. And even then, you’re probably reluctant to judge.
You try to treat everyone equally. Everyone has a fair chance with you.
Good job – there’s not a prejudiced bone in your body.
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Merry Christmas in September!
Specifics will come out when I see exactly how much of my bonus actually makes it to my bank account, but at the moment, if it’s as much as I’m thinking… there could be some fun being had here. Pay off computer type fun, perhaps. Unless it conveniently stops working. Oh, wait… it already has. Well, maybe the replacement computer will do better. Ah, who cares? I got bonus!
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And from the ultimate idiot 2007 category…
Y’know, I don’t like repeatedly asking questions made mandatory by the US either, and I live in Canada. But I wouldn’t be quite going to these lengths to protest it. My opinion on the US’s terrorism policies and whether or not Canada should be in line with them doesn’t really matter here–not that they aren’t already made quite known or anything. Now, it’s about breaking the law. Y’see, yes, it’s a crackpot paranoia tactic now. But they’ve made it law to the point where people can lose their jobs, and companies can be shut down for not following it. so, if it means I get a paycheck every second Friday, I’ll jump through Bush’s hoops a couple dozen times a day, and listen to people get irritated about it. Like any good law abiding citizen working for any good law abiding corporation. Do I agree with it? read the above link and you’ll probably draw your own conclusions on that one. But, they’re there, they’re probably not going anywhere, and wining about it won’t change that. Hm… I wonder, did the physicist decide to go and do business with HP instead? Bet they do the same thing. If they’re still in business, they should be. Not that I haven’t seen enough questionable tactics in this company, never mind others, to know not everyone will be following that… but… eh, it’s not my ass. Hm. I should have taken more than 3 calls tonight. this is getting disturbing.
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because 2 weeks is long enough.
Of course, when you do as much in 2 weeks as I’ve somehow managed to do in *this* 2 weeks, yeah… it’s long enough with no updates. Let’s see… where best to start. Vell, I could always start with the usual, easy routine of what had me so busy that I couldn’t post to the thing. but… well, that’d take up all of about a sentence. ‘Cuz, well, when the highlight of your little bit of time away is getting absolutely soked beyond all repair at the ex, there’s not that much of an essay to be written about it. Not that it wasn’t still fun–anything that results in making Trish’s poor husband nearly lose it is entertainment for me. I’m sorry, was that… um, too mean? Ah well, whatcha gonna do? I’m gonna… well, I guess I’m gonna sit here at my desk and wait for a call. That’s what I’m gonna do. And… curse the people for whom I work for stiffing me on a computer. Y’see, I took one of these, customised the absolute hell out of it, threw in a few fancy toys just so I have something to do when I’m bored, and had it shipped to my apartment. Where it promptly wouldn’t turn on. I figured it’d be the mobo or power supply, but… eh, I got the max on warranty, so I was gonna use it to the fullest. fortunately mister probably outsourced technician from India agreed with me, so it got set up for a return real fast. And will be returned in… about… um… oh, 5-10 days. Not that it bothers me all that much; everything else works. It’s currently sitting in my room right now, hooked up to my ever faithful but still slowly dying laptop. Which makes it sound a whole hell of a lot meaner than it actually is. Not that it wasn’t mean when I got it… but… eh, that was like 3-4 years ago. It’s a kitten now, in comparison to the potential monsterness of some fo today’s systems. and the monsterness of the one currently, um, not working. Stupid computers. If it wasn’t for the fact their breaking keeps me employed… okay, I’m over it. And now back to our regularly scheduled taking of calls. Which… just for the record, I haven’t actually done since I got off lunch. Granted that was 10 minutes ago. But still. When I get home, and if I don’t forget, I have politically motivated pictures to display. And a picture that should have been a bit more threatening than it actually is. Not that I’d know anything about picture quality–I’m going by the opinion of the girl holding the camera. Surprisingly, I’ll trust her opinion on a lot of things before most people’s. Setting myself up for difficulties? We shall see. Granted she *is* family, but so far… she and I are proving to be exceptions to the family rule. In just about every category. They hate it. I love it. It’s all good. And… that’s why they hardly call me. But, y’know, you don’t hear me complaining about that one. If you ever do, please shoot me.
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Oh glorious stupid call.
Not only are 95% of people who call me idiots, they’re also cheap/expect things handed to them. Evidenced by the guy who proceeded to screw up his system, complete with oh my spyware up the wazu, and then demanding pretty much that it be fixed for free. Yeah, that’ll happen. People like that fine gentlemen should have one finger removed from each hand, be shot in both knee caps, and have their computer user’s license revoked. And if their computer’s halfway decent, like the killer XPS this customer had, it should go to me. That would make the world a better place, I think. And one enthusiastic geek very happy.
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47 minutes…
… and I can go home. I wanna go home. I love my job, I had an easy as hell week, but I wanna go home. Or maybe that’s just because since about… oh… 3:00 staying awake has become a real trick. Could be a distinct possibility. Ah well, whatcha gonna do? 46 minutes and I’ll know what I’m gonna do. Go home, half crash, forget I have a job for 3 days… oh, the suhweetness. The countdown is on. And now, it’s at 45. Yay end of week!