Yes, I’ve been busy as hell. Such is the norm when it gets to be, well… any time between about mid-April to about mid-September. Perhaps mid-October if I have a reason to watch the world series. But the reason I’ve been off the blog wagon lately? I spent the week in Pembroke. Yes, I’ve lost my mind. It actually wasn’t that bad, though–got some niftyness things for my birthday, took mom out for her birthday, discovered a new baseball sim which I currently find myself surprisingly adicted to already (I have 5 teams at the moment), and… just generally had all manner of good times. And when good times are had, good things happen. In this case, the good thing is I didn’t shoot my sister-in-law. Wanted to. Really, seriously thought about it. Wished I owned a gun. But didn’t. I’m proud of me. And then–back home for me. Where I proceeded to spend all night dinking around on the afore mentioned baseball game, and set up my own league–I was bored and didn’t wanna sleep. Sue me. It’s really gonna hurt when it’s all said and done. But damn, I’ll have fun doing it.
And speaking of fun… oh, the plans that are being had for today. Put it this way–I’m leaving here in about an hour at the earliest, and I don’t expect to see this place for more than an hour until after tonight’s fireworks. And oh, there will be fireworks. There will be loads of fireworks. Which… is actually why I came back. Nothing against Pembroke’s display or anything, but–enough’s enough already. It doesn’t get any better. Time for a different location… a little closer to home. Parliament buildings with cousins it is. If I post again today, it’ll be in tomorrow morning’s wee hours. But it’ll be awesomely fun, and such. And… I’ve been rambling somewhat pointlessly now for about 10 minutes. Time to go do stuff.
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Happy Canadia day!
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They killed the drop zone! Bastards!
I used to make a regular habbit of taking that ride during my all too frequent visits to Canada’s Wonderland, and now, the nastyish rumor mill has gone on to say that, and several related rides at other parks, hit the closed line after an accident that involved one teenaged kid in hospital. Um–oh my. Wow. That’s just… not cool. I didn’t think there was really anything to cause real injury on a ride like that. It’s, maybe, all of 15 seconds of weightlessness and all that jazze. I guess because it’s the first I’ve heard of it it’s kinda odd to believe. But, I guess… could happen, hm? Note to self: Think twice before introducing everyone I know to that ride. Or… something. Maybe.
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Go Toskala go!
This could become very, very good news. Not that I thought Raycroft sucked, really–okay, so he was no Cujo. Oh well. But… hey, we didn’t have much of a backup goalie before either. Now, at least we have that. Don’t get me started on the Carlo signing for 3 years… I’m still sellebrating what might actually be something good coming out of San Jose. Yay NHL offseason!
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You’ve received a postcard from a family member!
I got this in my email now at least… um… I’m gonna say, uh… twice. But I don’t have any family members who’d send me postcards–particularly not from Hong Kong. If the email says whatever.hk, it’s not any family of mine. On the bright side, I know how people are managing to deliver viruses and crapola lately. The prospect of a tech support guy finding this in his email is, uh–amusing. Or maybe I’m showing the fact I’ve been here way too long. That’s a distinct possibility. Oh well, whatcha gonna do? I’m gonna go back and pay attention to this call.
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Has American culture ruined you?
You’ve Been a Little Ruined by American Culture
Whether you live in the US or not, deep down you’re a little American.
And there’s nothing wrong with loving American culture, but it may have negative effects on your life.
Slow down and enjoy what you have. Reconnect with life’s simple pleasures.
You don’t need to be in a consumerist rat race. Life’s too short to overwork yourself!
There is nothing wrong with st acking up the credit, then planting a huge purchase in your living room. Or bedroom. I mean, after all–that’s how my birthday present’s coming to me. 😉
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4Real?
Surprise, surprise. Yet another buncha stupidity from people who probably shouldn’t be parents. Now, a New Zealand couple wants to name their kid 4Real (uh, 4real? How’s the capitalization work for that?). Because they couldn’t believe he was actually here. Uh, mm’kay. And the only reason it was denied was because names can’t start with a numeral. I think–mind you, this is just one poor sop’s opinion–they really didn’t wanna come right out and say “Y’know what? Stop with the ridiculous names and we’ll approve you.”. Dunno why… I’ve got no problem saying that. Gees, do people have an aversion to Bill or something?
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Somebody skipped out on Common Sense 101.
After an Applebee’s restaurant accidentally served a 2-year-old a margarita, all the management pretty much said about it was “We’re sure it was accidental.”. Of course, serving the two in identical containers, you’d think they’d have, you know, expected the mistake to be made eventually. To this, though… I just have one very tiny little question. Which is the more ridiculous? That they were stupid enough to use identical containers in the first place, or that it took something like that to happen before they realized, oh yeah–there’s the distinct possibility you could wind up giving a kid alcohol. Inquiring minds want to know. Good call, Kim–people capable of that level of moronicness are beneath just about everyone. I strongly recommend Mcdonalds… the food’s not as good, but they don’t serve alcohol. 😉
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Is your family disfunctional?
Because it’s been way too long.
Your Family Is 38% Dysfunctional
Your family isn’t perfect, but everyone’s pretty good at working things out.
There’s probably been a bit of family drama in your past… and who’s to say it’s over?
As long as your family communicates openly and respects one another everything should be fine.
Everyone in your family does love one another. They just may not be so good at showing it.
Oh yeah–there’s drama. Lots of it.
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Now that’s a distraction.
So I’m waiting for the local bus that gets me from my transfer point to the office, and this rather nice young lady who just so happens to be taking the same bus pulls up a seat about… oh 5 feet away from me and starts playing a guitar. At first, I figured… okay, it’s the beginning of summer–she’s probably just doing like those curb-side musicians do and just playing… well, because. But she was good. Nice singing voice, too. Probably someone I met in passing before but eh, still. So I’m just kinda standing there, half listening, and she goes into a version of “Tiny Dancer”. I never was really that big of an elton John fan, but trust me, I almost wanted to go back home and pick mine up for the first time in… um… well okay, like 6 or 7 months–I don’t have time to play anymore. Sue me. It was a cool distraction before work, though. Who knows? Maybe that whole 6 degrees of seperation theory will come into play here and I’ll see her again. Or maybe not. Either way, that was a break from the usual routine from work, and a very pleasant one. If I knew half the other songs she was singing, I might have joined in. Hey–it could happen. I don’t suck that badly. Or… so I’m told.
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I’m dyin’ over here. Of boredom.
Wednesday nights/Thursday mornings are perhaps the worst nights to be working. There’s 36 people on the floor, or there abouts, and enough calls for maybe… uh… I’m gonna be generous and say 25. So at any given time, after about 3:00 in the morning, I get to sit here and go *twitch* until I get a call. Which could be half an hour… could be an hour. At least I used to keep myself entertain keeping track of people’s stats and the like–but we’re apparently not doing that anymore. So now, it’s *twitch, twitch, flop* until someone goes and calls me. And with 20 people waiting for calls… I could be waiting a while. Just another day at the office, and another dime earned. Can I go home yet?