I’ve heard a hell of a lot of stupid crap lately, but… um, this takes the freaking cake. I’m sorry, but… a water pipe? A freaking water pipe? I understand it’s an African idea/tradition/whatever, but… a water pipe? Really, that’s gotta come close to people who find new ways to do crack. I’m not a smoker, but methinks I’d start before I thought about giving that a try. Kinda reminds me of a bong party without the weed. Not that I’ve been to one, but who’s counting? Ridiculous, moronic, guaranteed to kill ya… no wonder it’s becoming popular in the western world. Now confirming: 7 out of 10 people are idiots.
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Hang on a minute. People… actually do that?
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Cleanup operation in progress.
So it took me a small eternity to fiind the hole all of that precious comment spam was sneaking through. And now that I did, I feel really, really, really stupid. But, also now that I did, said hole has hopefully been plugged. Further plugging forthcoming. In the meantime, I shall now begin the rather lengthy process of cleaning up. Oh joy of joys. So if the 2.5 people who read this start wondering why there hasn’t been a post in a while, I’m probably still over my head in spam. Either that, or I’ve found the source of said spam and am presently in the process of brutally murdering it–hey, it’s entirely possible. Don’t count it out ’til you try it.
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Respecting my elders gets difficult when they’re idiots.
The teenagers complaining about the bus not being here now, now, now take a back seat suddenly when compared with my latest discovery on my way to work tonight–the grandpa who actually calls the control station for the city buses to complain because one of the doors to the shelter at the stop we both just happen to be waiting at is locked. His reason? “We shouldn’t have to walk around to the other door. clearly you can’t see, so you must understand that.” Uh, let’s see… I’m lazy. That’s the only reason I was inclined to agree with him in the first place. But, of course… it ain’t gonna happen. Why? Because as lazy as I am, I’ll walk around the freaking shelter–which, by the way, isn’t that big to begin with–before I pick up a phone to bitch about one door being locked. I pointed out to the fool, rather politely I’ll add, that in about 10 minutes when the bus showed up it wasn’t going to make a difference to him. His response? “The way I see it, I’m doing a service to the public.” And the way I see it, you’ve just wasted brain cells. And some poor soul at the control station’s time. Gotta love it. Except… now, you just made yourself look stupid. Which… I guess is what he was aiming at. Figures.
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How does your life compare?
I haven’t done one of these in a while. Sue me.
Your Life is Better Than 76% of All People
You really have things pretty good – so stop a minute and appreciate how great your life is.
You likely have a cheery outlook, supportive friends, and plenty to keep you happily busy.
You are usually content – and with good reason. You have a lot to be happy about.
So when things don’t go well, remember that you have it better than most people!
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Yep, it had to be Friday.
So I’m standing at the bus stop on my way to work tonight, and sure enough, I think those same people were there tonight who were a couple weeks back. I kinda recognised the voices, anyway… at least a couple of ’em. And again, they were complaining because the bus just so happened not to be there when *they* wanted it to be. They had to be not much younger than me, but seriously, I’ve seen more patient/grown-up 6-year-olds. Quarter to 8 in the evening is not the time to start complaining because the bus isn’t here when it shows up at 5 *after* 8 in the evening, oh people of much brilliance (read: morons of the year 2007). Bah. I never thought I’d look forward to getting off the bus and coming to work… but guess what? I was. Thanks a lot, brats. Here’s the wambulance’s phone number.
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CD burner, anyone?
I thought I at one point had a CD burning program on my machine that *wasn’t* Windows Media Player. It turns out I was wrong. Or I did and it was mysteriously removed. Either way, if anyone’s got a suggestion for one, it’d be awesomely awesome. Preferably free, preferably decent. But I’d prefer decent more than free. email or comment with suggestions. Payment shall be… something. I’ll figure it out later.
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This would surprise me if it wasn’t Quebec.
And now, Quebec gets to prove it can be the exception not because they’re different/better than the rest of Canada, but because they’re fucking morons. An explanation:
- The legal drinking age everywhere in Canada is 19. Except Quebec.
- Everywhere else in Canada, you can actually make a right hand turn on a red light. Except Quebec.
- In Canada, English is the primary language spoken in most/all businesses. Except in Quebec.
- Canada has acknowledged our constitution as of 1982 at the latest. Except for Quebec.
- Canadian governments are smart enough to understand that the cost of living will go up whether we want it to or not, and have planned for the most part to increase the minimum wage accordingly. Except Quebec.
Are we noticing a patern, here? I think so. Counting the days until Quebec finally seperates… the US can have ’em. I don’t want ’em anymore.
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Stats Canada states the obvious, the media makes it actually newsworthy.
After quite the time studying, Stats Canada comes up with the ultimate of revelations. People are overweight thanks to their own daily routines. Zuh. It’s the queen of obviousness… sap is in a hurry, swings past McDonalds on his way to insert job title here for which he’ll be fashionably late for. And suddenly, before you know it… he’s gained 5 lbs in a week. Government analyst, meet common sense. Not that I should talk… I’ve whipped together my fair share of 2 minute meals 5 minutes before I have to leave for work, or wherever else I happen to be going. But I also acknowledge if it wasn’t for the insane amount of walking I do on a daily basis–okay, on days wherein I work–I’d weigh a bloody ton. Not surprising. Not unexpected. And not worth taking up space on the headlines for. If people don’t catch onto that without the media’s help, they won’t catch onto it with the media’s help. Remember that rule about not believing what you see on TV? Certain folks think it applies here. Good try, though. Now give me back the tax dollars that went to this piece o’ crap.
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Well, I wasn’t meaning for *that* prediction to come true.
When me and Trish decided on the weekend gas would hit $2 by summer’s end, I wasn’t actually being serious. Well, okay, so I’m hardly ever being serious. But apparently someone thought I was making an exception. Oh. My. Freaking. Lord. Thank the gods I don’t drive. When I checked on this article earlier, there was reports of upwards of $1.25 in places. Per liter. I dunno… buy a coffee or buy enough gas to at least get yourself home. Which shall we pick? … That’s a good question. Someone tell me when we have an answer. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy public transit. Has it really gotten that bad?
Update:
There’s a nasty rumor going around that it hit $1.27 in Vancouver this afternoon. Oh. Shite.
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… I could never do that.
A 59-year-old blind pilot manages to fly half way around the world in nearly 2 months? Um… yeah. Suddenly, me doing tech support at Dell doesn’t seem quite so exceptional. Not that I thought of it as such, but hey, someone out there did. And now, they have this headline to compare it to. I sure as hell didn’t make headlines… thank god. I don’t have a face for TV. I should update more often. This looks pathetic when it’s been over a week since actual content was posted here.