For the first time in the history of this country, a member of parliament actually made a smart decision. The NDP member wants to, finally, ditch the ATM fees. And to that, I say… thank the gods. Nothing quite like withdrawing money for coffee and paying the price of a coffee for it. Suddenly, the government doesn’t look like a bunch of idiots. There’s actually maybe a smart person or two thrown in the mix. Just so we can’t say they’re all idiots.
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Yay… I can keep my coffee money!
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Road trippin!
As some of you know, and most of you don’t particularly care, my brother joined the military a few months back. And, as I said then and continue to say now, lord have mercy on this and every other country–they let that man control things that go boom. Okay, requisit jab at my brother aside, we went to see his and my cousin’s graduation cerimony thing in Quebec yesterday. Well, okay, so we actually went there on Wednesday but the thing wasn’t until yesterday. Sue me. So now he and my cousin, both of whom I would absolutely not want to be near if firearms are involved, are officially soldiers in the Canadian armed forces–also known as those guys with the 30-year-old equipment. The military isn’t anything new for us. I mean, I have two uncles and a father who were in the military for upwards of 19-20 years, and one uncle who’s still there–he’s one of the two, just so we’re all on the same page over here. But there’s something a little different when you actually get to witness two people being recognised as actually being part of the forces after their training. Or maybe the difference is that for the first time in my life I find myself wondering if municipal roads can actually *be* health hazards. I will point out right now, if ever you find yourself driving through Montreal, get out and walk. You’ll actually get there in under 3 hours. *And* your body will thank you. Some of those roads I swear to you felt like a 20-year-old rolercoaster I decided on my last trip to Canada’s Wonderland I’ve subjected myself to for the last goddamn time. I find myself more and more convinced, too, that the sooner Quebec seperates, the better. That topic of conversation actually came up while we were there, and it was sort of decided amongst all parties–Quebec is done. It will seperate, and it will subsequently be cut off from all federally provided funding, services and other projects. The Blocke Quebecois will also be disbanded as a federal party. And then we’ll all sit back and watch the natural disaster that’ll be the result. Hey, it might as well… I already felt like a foreigner for the 24 hours or so I was actually there. Why not?
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Just how awesome is my boss?
I’ve been off the phone for the last like… 5-10 minutes, conveniently 20 minutes before my shift ends, to update my timecard for lack of a better thing to call it. I’ve no intention of going back on the phone, and even if I did… I leave in 5 minutes. I’m so not getting a call between now and then. I love my job… way too much. Is that a bad thing? Hm… I think not. Correct me if I’m wrong, o’course. 😉
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Hello, legal quicksand.
And people wonder why I have an interest in law. Tech Crunch, who I read more for the snark than the news about startup businesses/websites, is getting slapped with a DMCA takedown notice for an article it posted yesterday about the CEO of rivals.com, a sports website. Specificly, the common opinion that that particular site’s partnership with Yahoo would go south just based on the fact the CEO’s in some hotness waterness. And now there’s the possibility, as remote as it is and as amusing as the situation is, that they’ll end up sued for it. Of course, that having been said, I see a long list of takedown notices in this lawyer’s future. Starting with TechCrunch, and ending with TechDirt for this article. Oops, guess they’ll be suing me, too. Oh damn. Let me know when I should be concerned.
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Getting things done on my own schedule could be a bad thing.
I tend to take my time doing it. Example: it’s quarter after 11 and I’m blogging. Meanwhile, there be dishes in the sink, vacuuming that needs doing, and eventually, garbage that needs to be going out. Could be an all day event at this rate. But at least I can drown out the neighbors doing it. Yay for decent music! … I have too much time on my hands. Somebody stop me.
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Hey look, an update!
There’s a whole hell of a lot to update yall on, and I have no idea when my next call’s coming in, so let’s see how much I can cram into a small piece of downtime.
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I never noticed teenagers were quite that whiny when I was one. And, well, I know for a fact I wasn’t the slightest–I was too busy not really caring. I bused to work last week, like I almost always do, and wouldn’t you know, some chick decided to pick that particular night to complain about the bus schedule, and how the bus was taking too long to get here. Keeping in mind it was about 20 minutes at most. Now, just for comparison, had it been, say, sunday–or, say, good friday (rant on that one to come later)–there’d of been an hour, count it, an hour, between buses going where she needed to be. And I, personally, did *not* want to listen to her cry about it for any longer than I absolutely under any circumstance had to. It was bad enough the bus she was taking just so happened to be the bus I was taking. First thing that came to mind: call a wambulance. I run that route daily–get over it. I did.
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Okay, next up. Parents who want to name their daughter ‘Metallica’ (link to come when I get back to the computer that has it)? What. The. Fuck.?!?! I’m sorry, but um, ignoring the fact that’s almost off the wall as naming your kid ‘Legacy’ (I’ve seen it), their excuse for doing it is pretty flimsy. “The name suits her” and “There’s already someone with that for a middle name” wouldn’t fly with me. It doesn’t make sense… it’s like me saying I should be allowed to let my 6-year-old drive because people do it in Texas. And your point, exactly, would be… what? One jumps off a bridge, they all jump off? News flash, folks. “Because they’re doing it” is what gets kids to smoke. I almost question their parenting skills at this point.
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Why, oh why, dear lord, do you insist on surrounding me with idiots? It’s just not fair. People in Ottawa have got to learn what “I’m blind, not an invalid” means. No, fellow passengers who apparently don’t know better, “I know where I’m going” does not mean “Please, grab me by the arm and attempt to drag me off the bus”. My trip home on Friday morning velry nearly resulted in someone losing their arm because, put plainly and simply, they didn’t listen. I don’t like people who don’t listen. They make my head do hurty things. Hurty things are bad for me.
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It’s April. It’s baseball season. It should not be raining on Tuesday, snowing on friday, and freezing most the week. Spring has sprung, for crying out loud. Winter’s on vacation. Extended. Preferably permanently. People get all uptight about global warming, I say bring it on. No freezing while waiting for buses. Suh. Weet. How can anyone be upset with that? You’re all on crack, you are. All of you. I know none of you. None. Environmental issues be damned. I’m sick of freezing. MWA!
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I definitely should have done this ages ago.
I always thought the walk from my place to work and back was actually kinda nice. Even when it was upwards of -25 degrees and I’d spend 15 minutes after getting here bitching to no end about the cold. But it actually *is* rather enjoyable, in spite of that. Perhaps one of the most enjoyable things about working here. I’m all for just randomly going for a walk wherever… I mean, it beats the hell out of sitting at home watching TV, and it’s apparently doing me some good. But until this week or so, I’ve always been tossing around the idea of cabbing it instead. Of course, taking the bus and the resulting necessary walk to the office wins out always anyway, both for the cost and… well, because I’m doing something. Today, though, I actually enjoyed my walk home this morning. At least, I think I did–by the time I got home I was probably too whiped to really care. I know for sure, though, it was relaxing making the trip to work tonight. Not for any one particular reason… except that it’s actually above freezing, and I’m not spending longer putting layers of clothing on than actually getting out the door. It probably hellps that for the second time this year I was able to open every window in the place. Summer’s fast approaching, and that means lots of baseball, pizza, caffinated cold beverages, and leaving that apartment as wide open as I possibly can without making it a security risk. How can you possibly go wrong with a plan like that? Too bad it’s only for a couple months out of the year. But, what’re ya gonna do? I’m sure not complaining.
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I feel so devalued right now.
Apparently, by 2010 I could be making about as much as that moron at Tim Horton’s who, after taking your coffee order for the fifth time, still gives you the wrong one–I live in Ottawa. There are a *lot* of those. That’s the plan, anyway, according to our oh so generous provincial government. It’s somewhat… depressing to think in a couple years, what I’m doing is gonna be worth just slightly more than burger flipping. I’ve been living in the wrong province for all these years, that’s it.
Explanation:
The link to Tim Horton’s is for those of you south of the border who’re going “What the fluff?” Think Starbucks, only better and cheaper.
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… Oh my shit.
It’s sites like this that really try their best to save the american people. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t been to bed yet… but these people border on amusing. It helps that in the one I’m listening to right now from their list of podcasts at least 95% of them are currently… uh, wasted. And… apparently… can’t sing. Oh. My. Poor. Ears. Okay, that’s enough of that. Next dose of entertainment…
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Eat, drink and be wasted!
I have to leave for work in like 20 minutes, but there’s no reason why that should stop me from having a little St. Pattie’s day fun. I’ll just have to do my drinking tomorrow is all. 😀 That having been said… it wouldn’t be a St. Pattie’s day entry without the good ‘ole irish touch. Solved! Gawd, I’m good. 😉