It might be. My haunting of people’s voicemails has paid off, in that I am now apparently about to receive at least a letter of offer from them. They’d originally wanted to send it with the rest of the paperwork either this weekend or early next week. Not bad, except I need something today. Well, actually, I need something yesterday–but who’s counting? So, now it would appear they’re smartening up, and sending me at least proof that they are in fact wanting to hire me. So, as soon as I get that letter in my otherwise empty inbox, I’m out the front door and to the nearest fax machine. And hopefully, this puts an end to my search for an apartment. At least until I move somewhere else in 6 months.’
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Is it over yet?
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Captain obvious award…
From Techdirt, proof the US government is just now catching on to what everyone, including the media, police, and all manner of other people have known for freakin’ ages–there is actually porn online! And in related news, scientists have confirmed the sky is actually blue. Idiots. Very much deserving of the award. I think the national IQ level just dropped 15 points…
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The waiting game, round 3, day 2…
Surprisingly enough, or, perhaps, not so, this is beginning to take on a rather striking resemblence to the last time I tried to get myself a place, a job, and moved in all in the span of less than a week. Except, at least now the apartment’s been put on hold for me. But, on hold does not a secure rental agreement make, and we can’t do that without some kind of piece of paper from these people who wanna pay me that says they actually wanna pay me. So, apartment people have a cheque and a rental application, I have the money and a copy of the rental application, and people I’m technically employed with now have two voice messages waiting for them. Sounding familiar yet? Blah, they should already have the paperwork done up… it’s just a matter of attaching it to an email, hitting send, and sitting back and waiting for it to be sent back to them. It takes 30 seconds. So it should not be taking upwards of now 24 hours. If I lose this deposit, the shit will hit the fan…
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Second time’s a charm?
It’s entirely possible. I now officially have a 98% chance of landing an apartment in Ottawa at the beginning of December. Everything’s been taken care of now, all I need now is to get a hold of Dell, get my paperwork, fax crapola back to them, and fax my letter of offer to the apartment complex thingy thing. And then, 12/1/2006 = movin’ day. And 10 days after that, I start. Now, let’s hope things don’t fall through, as they’re wont to do. Often.
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Sweet Jesus hell yes.
Not only did we manage to whoop up on the Canadians in an awesome go, but we’ve done it in style. And, we did it moving our winning streek to 4, which is the best so far we’ve done all season. And as I watch the highlights of the afore mentioned whooping up on, I only have one thing to say. Habs fans–you need to find yourself a new team. Might I suggest Toronto?
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Do you date like a man or a woman?
You Date Like a Woman
According to studies on dating, you date like a woman.
You tend to take romance seriously, and you’re not really out for a fling.A mental and emotional connection always comes first for you.
And rushing the physical stuff is likely to turn you off.You’re highly selective when it comes to dating, and some may say you’re too picky.
You know what you want, and when you find it, you’re ready to commit.
Um… okay? I guess as opposed to the traditional stereotypical response… I… guess. :confused:
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I remember.
Ordinarily, I don’t really pay much mind to the whole rememberence day thing. I mean, I know its importance and everything, but I suppose until recently, it just… never really made much of a difference from where I sat. So what’s changed? Well, before, the only people I might possibly have known who I felt deserved this day, I never actually met. One of those was my great grandfather, who died just after the first world war–to put it in perspective, my grandfather was a kid, then. So needless to say I never knew the guy. My dad and one of my uncles are former millitary. I have an uncle who’s still in the millitary, and currently serving in Afghanistan. My brother and one of my cousins are going through basic training, and they could end up in Afghanistan or elsewhere. I won’t say that bothers me–they said themselves that’s one of the reasons they joined–but it does give a day like this a whole new meaning for me. Although, I’d be lying if I said some small part of me didn’t hope one of these ceremonies isn’t all we’re gonna have left of either of them.
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I have decided, I need something to play with.
And to that end, perhaps someone who randomly happens to read this thing will have an opinion… do I go Gravatar, or do I just leave things as is? I’m leaning towards leaving things as is, but then again, I *am* lazy–that, everyone’s well aware. The opinion box, better known as comments, are wide open. However, anyone who comes back with some response akin to ‘stop being so damn lazy’ will find themselves hunted and summarily shot. Or at the least ignored. You have been warned. 😛
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The headlines are doing better than the previews!
I don’t think I’ve actually seen a preview for Borat yet, but so far, between an internet cellebrity suing because he thinks the plot was stolen from him and a couple frat boys deciding to anonymously sue because of an apparent drunken appearance they made in the movie, it almost makes me wanna take a huge chance and go see it. Almost. Except I’m still not convinced it’s entirely all that funny. Stupid, perhaps. Maybe a little amusing. But if I see it at all, it sure as hell won’t be in theaters. Unless someone changes my mind. Not that I see that one happening. In the meantime, though, maybe these headlines will keep coming up and before long all the good parts of the movie will have made news, and I won’t have to see it.
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Whole new meaning to public discipline.
India is a fine example of where judgement by one’s peers goes a lot further than the legal system. Police wouldn’t arrest a man for raping his neighbour, who was deaf and mute, because she couldn’t actually make a case against him. They claimed to be still investigating on their own, but couldn’t do anything about it until proof was found that she was actually raped. So, the village where it happened took matters into their own hands, and their elders apparently decided the man was guilty. Couldn’t very well toss his ass in jail, but they had to do something, no? Enter the publlic humiliation phase. He was publicly slapped 51 times for his offense. Suddenly, I’m guessing he’s really wishing he’d been arrested.