• Did I miss anything else while I was sleeping?

    In a relative twist of my usually drama free life–thank God, as if there’s one thing I really hate it’s familial drama, the mother ended up calling this morning. Not entirely out of the ordinary… she usually picks a bad time to call. So we’re doing our usual conversing and whatnot, and talk eventually gets around to a supposed fight I was apparently having with someone. Names were named, but to protect the innocent they won’t be named here. It was pretty much asked point blank, though, if the reason said individual hadn’t been over lately happened to be because we were fighting/not speaking/whatever. To which I, of course, promptly responded with my own point blank “What the hell?” I mean… it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility that it could happen, or could have already happened and I’m just being clueless, but I don’t think I’d not be aware of something like that. Which only leads me to one conclusion. The great Pembroke grapevine’s working overtime again. Yes, mom. Me working nights plus person working days just happens to mean we’re fighting. If anything… not talking might be more appropriate, but only in the sense that neither of us has picked up a phone/opened an IM window in a grand total of *gasps* a whole week. But that’s not quite as gossip-worthy, I guess. Hm, if I sold my family on ebay would I get away with it? Someone already tried selling his mother-in-law…

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  • The things you learn when you don’t feel like sleeping.

    Things like… 5:00 in the morning is the perfect time if you plan to take a walk in Ottawa. The only thing I could hear this morning besides the sound of my own breathing and the birds was… well… more birds. And the occasional car. But nothing like what it’ll be at around about midday. Or what it’s starting to be right now. Granted, it was only maybe 15 minutes each way, but still. Unless you’re walking down Baseline, which on a good day is still insane, it’s just… damn peaceful. If there was a park or something along the route I was walking, I could probably kill half the morning there. That is, if I didn’t already have plans. But… can of coke gone, blogs hopped, I now go sleep. Who knows? Maybe I’ll do it again this afternoon. Or… maybe I’ll get some cleaning done. Or maybe I won’t. We shall see.

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  • He’s a vulcan, that simple!

    Man undergoing surgery found to have green blood. Shweet. Star trek turned reality. I approve of this.

  • Bet what you do when you’re sick isn’t as odd as me.

    Typical sickly behaviour for most people probably consists of popping a pill or two… or three if you’re some people I know, finding a place to flake out/fall over, and not moving until doing so doesn’t provoke pain of the head or other such body parts. Which… would make sense. Unless you’re me. Apparently, my typical (as in, apparently, since I just started doing so) behaviour is a little more… I wanna say productive, but stupid might be more appropriate. I’ve developed a slightly off recovery routine which consists primarily of:

    • Realize something’s developing, flake out for a bit in the afternoon, figure it’ll go away eventually–that’s usually an accurate prediction.
    • Come to the eventual acceptance, about half an hour before I have to leave for work, that going in tonight would just be all around not a good idea.
    • Make the requisit phone calls to managers and others so they don’t fire my ass for just saying screw it, even though there are some people on my to call list I’d of preferred to say screw it to–I love my job, but nothing says corperation quite like the second thing some departments ask you after your name is your ID number and I was in no mood for corperate bullshit.
    • Turn the hockey game on, try to sleep through the first period, give up on that after 15 minutes.
    • Turn the hockey game off, try to sleep without the second period, realize it’s just not sleep time yet, apparently.
    • Get fed up, turn the game back on, catch the score, then brag about it a little between periods. It’s at least let up a bit by now. Can’t undo the phone call, though.
    • Half pay attention to the third period whilst making something to eat, stopping only to see the Senators miss a penalty shot–by the way, I’m not done rubbing it in yet… I have a list–figuring nothing else is working, maybe food will.
    • Stand in front of my TV during the last 3 minutes of the third period, trying to decide if I feel any better or if I’ve just forgotten about it.
    • Decide I do, in fact, feel a bit better, proceed to rub it in a little more that yes, as I predicted, the Sens *did* choke. Huge.
    • Do a bit of blog hopping, discover a new blog or two to read, and rediscover some blogs I haven’t read in a while. Think about possibly sleeping again, don’t actually get there, of course.
    • Look at the clock, 3:32. Shake my head, immediately regret shaking my head. Check the time again, yup, still 3:32.
    • Contemplate taking the basket of clothes sitting at the end of my bed downstairs to the pot smelling basement for the purposes of washing them, decide since I’d be working anyway and therefore awake at this ungodly hour anyway, to do so.
    • Come to two crutial realizations about this apartment building while taking my clothes to said pot smelling basement.
      1. At 4 in the morning, said pot smelling basement does not, in fact, smell like pot. Or the smell isn’t noticeable either because I’m used to it or because I’m still suffering whatever had me calling into work earlier and can’t notice it. Both are distinct possibilities and will require further pondering.
      2. Contrary to what I first thought, I am not the only fool still awake at 4 in the morning, as evidenced by the lady across the hall from the laundry room still having her TV on. I could hear it in the hall, which indicates she’s got it loud enough that if she were sleeping, she’d be in a coma. Good to know.
    • Realize once getting back upstairs the stubborn headache and possibly whatever else was still hanging on have started to let up, rather noticeably. Although there is the possibility my coming upstairs may have simply coincided with the tylenol kicking in. Further investigation required.
    • Remind myself I did decide, the last time I did laundry at 4 in the morning, I wasn’t going to do this anymore. Decide screw it, it had to get done anyway.

    And here I am, should be sleeping, definitely should be working, and doing neither. Unless housework counts. Who needs a doctor? This prescription’s working awesome so far.

    Update:

    I was politely informed via IM a couple links on this here entry were busted. They weren’t when I wrote it. Links work now. Someone shall be beaten.

  • I worship the hockey gods eternally.

    Ducks win. Season is done. Sens are done. I’m fucking thrilled. Final score: 6 2. The cup will never go to Ottawa. Ducks, I promise you, I will never not cheer for you again. Unless Toronto’s playing. Then I hope you choke. But that’s just hockey. And hockey is good. The sens are done. So hockey is good.

  • Go ducks go!

    Yes, I know, I haven’t done nearly the hockey/NHL blogging as I’d previously threatened to–a problem that will be corrected next hockey season. But that being said… it’s now the end of the second period. Ottawa is losing 4 2. And I, yes me, am fucking extatic. I called in sick to work tonight–I actually *was* sick, so stuff your opinions–and am subsequently watching this game, in spite of the fact I vowed never, ever to subject myself to a Senators game in which Toronto wasn’t playing and/or kicking their ass. But… I made an exception for game 4 because there was beer on the line–you owe me by the way, you know who you are. I’m watching game 5 because, well, watching Ottawa lose in the playoffs is an awesome thing indeed. And I live in Ottawa… how messed up is that? Not that it should surprise those who know me–my Maple Leaf fandom is well documented. And would be better documented except, well, again I’ve been lazy on my hockey/NHL blogging. My early as hell new years resolution: correct that. After I finish watching Ottawa lose. Again, go Ducks go!

  • Happy June! ‘N such.

    This is what happens when I can’t come up with a more creative title. But… who’s counting? Ordinarily I’d be up to my eyeballs in calls… but… thank the gods for system outages, now it’s “we’re updating, call back tomorrow”. And I get paid to just sit here and be all kinds of cute. Or… at least… all kinds of lazy. Lazy is good. Coffee is good. I have no coffee. Entertainment is good. And speaking of entertainment…

    Recently the following undocumented Windows 95 error codes were found. Microsoft forgot to explain them in the manuals, so they will be spread via the Internet.
    WinErr: 001 Windows loaded – System in danger
    WinErr: 002 No Error – Yet
    WinErr: 003 Dynamic linking error – Your mistake is now in every file
    WinErr: 004 Erroneous error – Nothing is wrong
    WinErr: 005 Multitasking attempted – System confused
    WinErr: 006 Malicious error – Desqview found on drive
    WinErr: 007 System price error – Inadequate money spent on hardware
    WinErr: 008 Broken window – Watch out for glass fragments
    WinErr: 009 Horrible bug encountered – God knows what has happened
    WinErr: 00A Promotional literature overflow – Mailbox full
    WinErr: 00B Inadequate disk space – Free at least 50MB
    WinErr: 00C Memory hog error – More Ram needed. More! More! More!
    WinErr: 00D Window closed – Do not look outside
    WinErr: 00E Window open – Do not look inside
    WinErr: 00F Unexplained error – Please tell us how this happened
    WinErr: 010 Reserved for future mistakes by our developers
    WinErr: 011 Window open – Do not look outside
    WinErr: 012 Window closed – Do not look inside
    WinErr: 013 Unexpected error – Huh ?
    WinErr: 014 Keyboard locked – Try anything you can think of.
    WinErr: 018 Unrecoverable error – System has been destroyed. Buy a new one. Old Windows licence is not valid anymore.
    WinErr: 019 User error – Not our fault. Is Not! Is Not!
    WinErr: 01A Operating system overwritten – Please reinstall all your software. We are terribly sorry.
    WinErr: 01B Illegal error – You are not allowed to get this error. Next time you will get a penalty for that.
    WinErr: 01C Uncertainty error – Uncertainty may be inadequate.
    WinErr: 01D System crash – We are unable to figure out our own code.
    WinErr: 01E Timing error – Please wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.
    WinErr: 01F Reserved for future mistakes of our developers.
    WinErr: 020 Error recording error codes – Additional errors will be lost.
    WinErr: 042 Virus error – A virus has been activated in a dos-box. The virus, however, requires Windows. All tasks will automatically be closed and the
    virus will be activated again.
    WinErr: 079 Mouse not found – A mouse driver has not been installed. Please click the left mouse button to continue.
    WinErr: 103 Error buffer overflow – Too many errors encountered. Additional errors may not be displayed or recorded.
    WinErr: 678 This will end your Windows session. Do you want to play another game?
    WinErr: 683 Time out error – Operator fell asleep while waiting for the system to complete boot procedure.
    WinErr: 815 Insufficient Memory – Only 50.312.583 Bytes available

    Exposed! Now the mystery of the later operating systems has been uncovered! Too bad they didn’t do much better with the ridiculousness of the OS’s until XP. Ahem… *cough cough* I’m getting paid to say the exact opposite. But if you’re reading this blog, you probably weren’t on the phone with me as a Dell employee so… um… deal with it. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Yes, I was bored. Again… blame the fact I can’t actually help people with 95% of what they call me about. Go tool outage!

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  • So um… where’s the problem?

    Aboriginal bands have taken up arms against the almighty coffee chain for an admitedly stupid prank/joke thing pulled by one of its staff in an Alberta restaurant. Namely, taping a sign to the drive through window that said “No drunken indians allowed.”. Now, being part indian, and a *huge* fan of the place–they make damn good coffee and it’s on the way to wherever–I just have to ask… what’s the problem? Have you *seen* my family? I’d tape that sign up too–and mean it. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Throw coffee at certain family members and they’re strung like nothing else. Mix alcohol? I’d be leaving the room. Really, really quickly. As in, cancel the vacation in Hawaii. I want my sanity back. But… hey, at least we admit we’re on some kind of natural crack. Who needs the peace pipe? ๐Ÿ™‚

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  • You know you’re from Ottawa when… (with 2024 updates)

    It’s only funny because 90% of it is true. Except I used to be on the wrong end of number 2. And now, updated for 2024, because apparently people still read this thing.

    You know you’re from Ottawa when…
    You think that 613 is the only area code that exists and HATE having to dial it to call people now
    You talk to people from other cities about shawarma and are mystified when they have no clue what the hell you’re talking about
    There was a point in time (or it is that point in time right now) when you wished you were 18 so you could drive, cab or bus to hull to get alcohol
    You’ve been to “The China Store” in hull
    You think Stittsville is the end of the universe
    You’ve spent more than 4 days in one week at Rideau
    You’ve waited 30 minutes for the OC transpo only to realize it came fucking early? Like, what the fuck is that?
    You bitched about the bus and waited for the LRT, only to bitch about the LRT and wish for the bus
    You remember when the Canadian Tire Centre was still the Scotiabank Place, Corel Centre, or better, Palladium
    You’ve partied on Parliament Hill on Canada Day
    You’ve done 4/20 on Parliament Hill because it was 4/20 and screw you
    You remember going on field trips to the museum of science and tech. every year of elementary school
    You’ve travelled and waited for over half an hour just to get into Zak’s Diner in the Byward Market
    You can spot Spartacat out of a crowd of 19,000 people
    A winter without going skating on the Rideau Canal just doesn’t seem right
    You have an irrational hatred for those ass holes in Toronto and everything they do, have done and will do
    You’ve been to, and therefore fallen asleep at, a lynx game
    You’ve thought that free 67’s tickets were the best thing you could ever possibly win, ever.
    You’re bilingual… or at least you can parler Franglais
    You eat, sleep and breathe the Super Ex while it’s open
    You’ve swam in Mooney’s Bay and had to shower for 2 hours afterwards to get that filthy, filthy water off of you
    You don’t flinch when asked if you want to eat a beavertail
    You’ve been at the top of the peace tower and thought you were amazingly high just because nothing else is allowed to be taller than it
    You’ve cheered for and a year later, booed Alexei Yashin
    You remember the Roughriders, and wish the Renegades would come back
    You’ve watched for yourself on Speaker’s Corner on CHRO/The NewRO/A-Channel/Channel 6
    You actually miss when channel 6 was a local station and not a CTV offshoot
    You’ve seriously considered swimming in the Rideau Canal on one of those 30+ degree summer days
    You remember a time when Patrick Lalime was kinda good
    Everyone you know has some sort of story about how Alanis Morissette babysat their cousin’s best friend’s dog’s original owner’s son-in-law
    You realize that MPs are your local celebrities
    You swam in one of those sky blue concrete pools as a kid
    You’ve ever been warned of the dangers of the “South Keys Swarmers”
    You’ve taken the O-Train and wondered exactly why they ever built it
    You wonder why Bluesfest is even called Bluesfest. Who knew the Black Eyed Peas could sing the blues?
    You remember that Tom Green used to be funny
    You know what a Dep is, and only go there for one thing
    After just missing the 95, 96 or 97 you complain about waiting for the next one that comes in 5 minutes
    You’ve been to a movie at the World Exchange Plaza, and regretted it for days
    You complain about the lack of snow but only a year ago, you were complaining about too much snow
    You complain that Ottawa is no fun but never leave your house because it’s too hot or too cold
    During grade school, you were warned about “The man in the white van.”
    You have at least one “Woohoo!” towel
    You know that the women on Dalhousie Street, aren’t just “friendly.”
    The word Vanier strikes fear into your heart, in fact you duck and cover any time you hear it
    You’ve been to a parade that only consisted of a few emergency vehicles with banners, some people marching, and Kool FM/Hot 89.9 van
    The dreaded Ice Storm combined with the teachers’ strike made 1998 the best school year ever
    You listened to 101.1 XFm, 93.9 KOOL FM and remember when the New Hot 89.9 was still new
    You’re pretty sure that the corner of Preston and Somerset is the only place in the world where China and Italy touch each other.
    You learned French back in grade 1 from Dimoitou et ses amis
    The only reason you would ever consider reading the Sun is to see if the Sunshine Girl is hot (don’t lie to yourselves)
    You remember RJ’s Boom Boom Saloon turning into the Liquor Dome, whose days of serving alcohol to minors ended when it turned into Capital City music hall, which after a few David Usher and Massari shows turned into… well, condos.
    When you’ve never been in Place D’Orleans. In fact, no one has ever been in Place D’Orleans, Ottawa or not…
    You remember the amazing breakfast at the Golden Griddle before it turned into a Hooters and now some pub or something
    You’ve ever heard someone at school yell “shag” or “shawg” or however the hell it’s spelled
    The Sens earned you some free pizza
    You ever go out of town and the headlines report “Local Group Protest’s Ottawa’s Decision.” Hold on, guys! Don’t blame the whole city!
    You hear the Tulip Festival is coming and can’t wait to see the concert line up! …Queen of the Netherlands? Who the hell is that?
    You’ve been thanked for your garbage in a shopping mall
    You’ve been cut off in traffic by a car only to realize they had a Quebec plate.
    You’ve gone to Herongate Mall only to realize you need to kill more than 8 minutes.
    You actually know who the Capital Prophets were.
    You constantly complain about the lack of good bands that come to town because they always skip from Toronto to Montreal.
    You remember 2007, which was the Sens’ best shot at a Stanley cup. Go Sens go!

    Yes, go. Go very far, far away. And take the Canadians with you.

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  • Today is official stupid people day.

    Lady on oxygen dies after power to her house is cut? Are people really that stupid? And, as if that wasn’t stupidity in and of itself, the idiot who turned off this lady’s power apparently saw the breathing machine she was using. She died within 2 hours of the power being cut. I mean, I can understand wanting their bill to be paid up, but c’mon. Nothing says “Pay us or we’ll kill you” quite like just outright killing her for being behind on a payment or two. On the bright side, they restored power to the place the next day. That was quite thoughtful of them, no?

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