This winter was the warmest on record? really? Someone then explain why it is I still froze my rear off all winter? … And today?
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Record… warmest? Wha?
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And from the “You’re just realizing that now?” department…
The shocking discovery that people pay way too freaking much for rent in Ontario. I mean, I probably don’t have much room to complain–I can still aford the not quite modest amount I pay on a monthly basis to the folks who keep a roof over my head. But still. Without getting into specifics, I make per month more than enough to get me by on a day-to-day basis. But that having been said, nearly half what I make per month is sucked up within 2 weeks when the rent’s due. Again, I’m not complaining, but if I didn’t have a job that pays as well as it is, I’d still be living in Pembroke. Why? Because rent anywhere else is freaking insane. Hell, rent in Pembroke borders on insane some places. If you’re lucky, in Ottawa, you can probably get a room for $300/week (I’ve seen it). Per *week*. That’s less per month than I pay and considerably more than any sane person should pay. You almost have to hook up with a real money maker just to get your foot in the door if you can’t land a job that isn’t in fast food or retail. Not that I want some 18-year-old with a Mcdonald’s paycheck and a partygoer personality like I’ve never seen, but hey, I’ve been there. I thought about moving out a couple years ago, except… yep, you guessed it. On what I was making, rent per month would kill me. But that’s a whole other rent I might get into on a day off when I can devote the whole day to writing said rant. Suffice it to say, though, if they want people to actually be independant, and be contributing members of society, they really should make it a bit easier for people to do so. But then, I never claimed to be able to understand the government. I just pick certain aspects of it and tear into them. Frequently.
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What virtual St. Patrick’s Day gift should you give?
I got bored, St. Pattie’s day’s tomorrow or saturday, and… uh… it was probably deserved for something. 😉
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Here’s a Crazy Irish Midget… (When He Starts to Look Good, Stop Drinking!)To: Patricia
From: James
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What’s your travel horoscope?
When you’re off in 20 minutes unless you get a call, whatcha gonna do? Quizola!
Travel Horoscope for Cancer
When you travel, you crave warmth and comfort.
You want a vacation with a home-y feel, a great view, and wonderful weather.You should travel to:
Fiji
San Diego
Cape Cod
Greece
Venice
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Now that’s some kind of devotion.
Enough ranting for one week. Or until the next time the village misplaces an idiot. Now, we have the just plain unusual. Giving a dog CPR. Now, I wouldn’t wanna do that with any of the dogs my parents are currently taking care of (I won’t say own, because one of them is mine)–to be blatantly honest, they got breath that’d kill ya. But I guess bad breath is still better than no breath, so it doesn’t surprise me all that much that someone’s already gone and done that jto a 10-month-old. I dunno. Dogs are kinda like some people’s children except better behaved, but… still. There are just some things I won’t do. At least not without a nose plug. And that be one of ’em.
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Now we’re bordering on the ridiculous.
It makes sense to ban the use of things like cell phones and MP3 players inside the classroom, and anyone who tells me differently is on crack. But if you’ve got a couple minutes between classes, when the most you’re doing is probably either hanging out at your locker/at the nearest vending machine/wherever the hell it is highschool kids hang out these days when they’re trying to delay actually having to go to their next class, how is it things like that can disrupt the learning process? That’s one of the reasons behind a local highschool’s decision to ban the use of cell phones, iPods, and other crapola of that nature, *outside* the classroom as well. So basicly, if you get to school 15 minutes to half an hour early like I used to do (I took the bus, sue me), you can’t throw on some tunes and kill that 15 minutes to half an hour before your first class. Well, gee. Now you’ve gone and given them one more thing to do behind teachers’ backs. Or off school property a ways where they can’t get in shit for it, thus possibly making them late for class. And for what? Because one or two students decide to videotape a teacher in the hall and post said video on youtube. As much as the reasons against the ban given by the students they interviewed irritate me, they do in some ways make sense. If I needed to call a cab to get home, or if something came up, I had a choice… stand in line at a pay phone for anywhere from 5 minutes to half an hour depending on how talkative the person(s) in front of me were, or call on my cell on my way out the door. And, because I hate relying/waiting on other people when not absolutely necessary, guess which option I picked. Now, I’m not gonna sit here and say they were wrong to do anything about what happened, but IMHO, they did the wrong thing. Even one of the parents who supposedly support what the school did say they didn’t particularly have a problem. Well, now they do. The person(s) who posted the video pretty much got away with it, and everyone who actually bothered to be responsible–they do exist… I should know, I used to be one when I was going–pretty much gets told “Yes, we know you didn’t do it. But you’re still being punished.”. I dunno, maybe I’m a bit more on the defensive side than I should be, simply because I’ve been on that side of a policy change thanks to the jackassery of one or two morons. But I still say they went just a little tiny bit overboard. If I had children, I’d be ashamed to send them to that highschool. It’s a catholic school, though, so that wouldn’t even be an issue. Although… if I had children, I’d be very, very worried. Father material I am most definitely not.
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And you have problems with ‘vagina’?
I know, I know, I don’t blog for a week and this is the best I can do? Well, I’d originally planned to go into detail on how I’ve transferred the processing of all the email I get away from DreamHost, but that hasn’t actually happened yet, so deal. Anywho. From the only in small down New York department comes this month’s most moronic move thus far. A highschool has decided, just on the off chance there might have been kids in the audience, it would suspend 3 students for saying the word ‘vagina’ while reciting a portion of The Vagina Monologues. Okay, so explain to me what the problem is? I’d understand if this was, say, 10 years ago… you know, when kids at least gave the impression they’d never heard such things. But today? I’ve overheard conversations between some fourth-graders that involved more swearing per person than Buttercup on a bad day. And a highschool had a problem with that one word? If kid’s old enough to understand what’s being talked about, they’re probably already *saying* a hell of a lot worse. I’m glad I’m not actually in highschool anymore, to be blatantly honest. Public education systems nowadays piss me off. Hell, public education systems when I was going there pissed me off. And speaking of going, I’m going to get ready for work. Night shift time.
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Because without those days, there wouldn’t be songs like this.
Perfect Stranger – Fire When Ready (please download and save before playing)–I can safely say this song was actually prompted not by my work week so far, but by someone who will not be directly mentioned on here ’til she decides she’s okay with it. Actually, I had this song kicking around here for ages, but it seems way too fitting for the way she’s pretty much been getting the shitty end of the stick lately. So it got posted. Yay me. I actually love this song… one of the few songs by this group that actually shares my opinion on how people should deal with crap jobs. Oh, if only it was an ideal world where doing that actually accomplished something. But, hey, it’s a damn good venting song, if nothing else. 😉 And some days, that’s pretty much all that matters. So… vent away, folks. And while you do that, I’ll get ready for work. Yay leaving in an hour to get there for 11.
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What do your hands say about you?
Talking someone through a Windows Vista upgrade. Can it really get much more boring?
What Your Hands Say About You
You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There’s no telling where your life will take you.
Brainy and intelligent, you are intellectual to the point of being incomprehensible.
Your emotions tend to be relaxed and uncomplicated. You don’t read too much into things.
You forgot smartass-ish. But oh well, no stupid quiz is perfect.
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Insanity: my life summarized.
A whole shitload’s happened since I last had time to breathe, let alone post here, so I’ll try to squeeze it all into the half hour I have to write before my shift starts. Lessee… where to start.
- It would have been so much less confusion with a phone call. But, o’course, Purolator doesn’t think quite that far in advance. So they showed up with one of my presents to me from me on Saturday morning, presumeably between 9 and 10. When, of course, I was already on my way here. Which meant now I had to reschedule the delivery. Good job, morons.
- I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. An average of 30 minutes of downtime may be boring, but one call after another non-stop except lunch break and meetings? Brutality. All manner of brutality. Breathing time would be awesome.
- And again, at least one bus driver needs to be educated on how to follow instructions. I think I end up getting dropped off at the wrong stop more often than not lately. Ah well, on the up side if it happens a couple more times, I’ll be able to walk home from any nearby stop on Baseline.
- Ladies and gentlemen, even if you do not like the Bare Naked Ladies’ music, go to one of their concerts. Tickets for the Wednesday night show cost me $60 a pop before taxes, and I’m telling you right now the crap that went on between songs was pretty damn near worth the money by itself. Or maybe that’s just because they made fun of Ottawa a little. That’s always good in my books.
- And again, to the individual(s) who decided to turn off my hot water, can you pretty pretty please go right to hell? Thank you and goodbye.
There was more, but I forget. If I think of it later it’ll get posted. Maybe.