I can’t actually tell. though I think I have the perfect answer if it’s the latter.
May 29 7:14am: single ladies on odsp
Yes, they do exist. They don’t exist here, however. Hmmm. Wonder what kind of money would go into a service like that. Like EHarmony, but for folks on disability. Hey–not the worst idea I ever came up with. Probably close, though.
For a few years now, Ontario has had a law in place that banned the use of expiration dates on things like gift cards and the like. That law applies to those prepaid cards you can get your hands on for cell service. Except, apparently, in Fantasyland–also known as Bell’s corporate offices. They kept the expiration dates on their prepaid cards. The result? Lawsuit. the suit aims to snag 100 million dollars from Bell, though I have absolutely no idea what their chances are–probably not good, considering how close the CRTC is with these folks. Still, it helps to remind companies like that that no, in fact, the law isn’t just something you can sort of sneak around. Now, if only someone could actually convince Bell, Rogers, Telus etc to quit with the charging $millions for bandwidth overages that don’t actually apply. I know, and yes, I’ll keep dreaming.
I love doing these. If only because I can occasionally do ’em and not actually have to do any mocking of my own. Like, say, this one.
May 24 9:49am: if your on odsp is there a chance of getting a girl
So remember wayyyyyy back when, when we were tossing around the idea of bringing a double A team to Ottawa? Yeah, that one. Guess where it’s not going? We were flirting with a Jays minor team. Were. right up until they extended their current contract. It’ll be at least 2014 before that becomes a possibility again, if ever it does. They’re putting in a good showing, though. Now, the million dollar question. Will anyone actually show up to watch? That is, if they can actually get someone to show up to play?
I’ve been in a situation where this search actually applied. It sucks, but hey, whatcha gonna do? If someone else is looking, aim them here. If, uh, they haven’t come here already.
May 19 2:44pm: will odsp pay your hydro bills if you cant
fortunately, or not, depending on your perspective, they will. It’s a little bit convoluted, and it comes with a bit of a catch, but it’ll happen. Now, whether or not them doing that for you is worth the catch it comes with is entirely your call. But they’ll at least do that much for you. Also useful if your choice is hydro bill or groceries, but that’s a rant for another, unprompted entry.
I’ve thought about doing something a little different with the site, and hell, a few other places I frequent are doing it. And since this weekend’s going to be filled with all kinds of things that won’t leave me with much time for anything that isn’t already scheduled to be posted (see: the post earlier this morning), this weekend’s as good a weekend as any to start. So here’s how this’ll work. You leave a comment. About anything. Or everything. Other people do the same. Or respond to yours. Wanna talk about an issue that’s been posted up here before? Go nuts. Wanna talk about something completely different? Fill your boots. Wanna give May and I something to talk about over dinner? Have at it–it might make the blog if it gets entertaining enough. this is a completely open post. And it’s all yours to make use of. even better, if you break it, you get to keep both pieces.
So if you’re a random reader of this thing who doesn’t actually know me, or doesn’t follow me on Twitter, first, correct that malfunction at once–it’s a requirement. Second, let me let you in on a little thing about me. A while ago, when I attempted yet another revival of the blog, I made mention to the fact I’m, shall we say, remarkably less single than I used to be. The quick among you will probably figure out there’s a connection between that, and the newest name to be dropped on the site–she also has her own, now actually used, category.
This weekend, a couple things happen. for most of the weekend, all of my crap once again gets packed up, and once again gets shuffled off Ottawa way. I’ve been spending most of my time here anyway, so rather than pay for a place I won’t actually be staying in (sorry, mom), it only makes sense. I’ll need a roommate when this happens. And, since my last attempt at a roommate went so fascinatingly well, I’ve reinforced my single, solitary rule–the next person I become roommates with will either be dating, or married to, me. So, easy decision. I’m dating May. I’ve been staying with her most of the time anyway. I’ve been helping her break all kinds of things anyway–she’s got her very own WordPress install right over here. So since I don’t wish to be stranded in the land of absolutely 0 job prospects, and hey, we seem to be doing amazingly well over here so far, it only makes sense. So hello, meet the new roommate/girlfriend.
In the girlfriend department, that leads to another awesome thing happening, well, sort of this weekend. Monday is officially 3 months since I became remarkably less single. Monday is also, because it can be, a day we take probably most of the evening and go for dinner. That’s probably just about all we can do, considering she’s got school and I’m trying to find it, but you’ll have that. It’s been an awesome ride to this point, figuring out what works and what doesn’t, and how we each handle all manner of things. We’ve hit our bumps and all that, but that’s par for the course. And now, partly to save money, partly because it just makes sense and partly because, hey, the only thing that isn’t here is my mailing address and most of my stuff, we get a lot longer to keep it par for the course. And that’s probably the best thing to come out of how I needed to move in the first place.
I’m doing things a little different this time around though. Not only does May have her own site, but she also now has access to this one. Why? Because between the two of us, we can come up with some pretty wicked interesting conversations. Some of those conversations, we’ve threatened to post on one–or both–of our blogs. Some of those conversations, rather, got posted. And now, we can both take a crack–since, you know, I have access to post things over there if for any reason she wants me to. Plus, hey, it could make for some interesting point/counterpoint discussions, which I love–pretty sure she does too, when they don’t degenerate into flame wars.
So that’s that. My girlfriend, also known as my somewhat less snarky half (sorry love, it’s true), now has the option of being a co-author. Whether she takes it or not, she will probably feature quite a bit on the site–especially if we have another chance to mock old people. The first 3 months went awesomely wicked. Now. Let’s beat on the next 3.
I’ve mocked some pretty off the wall stuff on this thing over the years. Probably more than my fair share. But this, right here, I think takes the cake. A 26-year-old guinness fan decided it wouldn’t be enough to just wait for the warehouse in St. John’s to open, and walk right in to get his hands on whatever he just couldn’t wait to get his hands on. No sir, that just absolutely would not do. The solution? Let’s break in via the window. His just reward? He died there.
I get the expression I’d die for $thing, where $thing is equal to something ultra cool you know you’ll probably not see for a good god damn long while. Like, for instance, a decent phone with Apple’s level of accessibility, but not Apple’s level of paranoid walled-garden-ness. But I always figured that was just an expression. Clearly, I’ve been corrected. But over Guinness-branded whatsits? That almost mocks itself. Almost. Glad I could help.
Things have been relatively quiet on the home front lately, which actually somewhat surprises and disturbs me. Usually, somebody’s drinking something, breaking something, screaming at someone, throwing way too huge a party and not inviting me, or spending money they don’t have at a casino I wasn’t invited to. Hey, if spending money you don’t have’s the in thing, I should be the first one to get an invite. So I got to thinking. Parts of my family could really use their very own theme song. And around the same time that idea popped into my head, so too did this song. And because random songs don’t live in my head too long before they wind up here, I’d be somewhat negligent by not posting this one. Hey, I know two people this fits with no effort whatsoever. People who know my family and are still brave enough to read this probably know exactly who I’m talking about. But, hey, asking never killed anyone. Readers of the RSS or email variety will, unfortunately, need to click over to the site to listen. Sorry. For everyone else, here it is. Don’t be afraid to play it more than once. I already have.
Occasionally I go through these little once-in-a-while meetup type things. I kind of compare them to a sort of first date type deal, only for employment reasons rather than familial/whatever the hell else is out there. Company catches your eye from across the way, you try not to let them catch you looking until you think you’ve got the nerve. then you go up and introduce yourself. You get to talking, find out you’ve got a few things in common, decide hey, let’s give the dinner thing a try. Pick you up at 3? Awesome. so you go, you do the thing, you say the stuff, and it hopefully doesn’t blow up in your face. From here, it goes one of a few ways. You stick to casual dating–nothing exclusive, you see, you decide eventually that maybe you wanna get a little more on the serious side, or you decide hey, that was fun, but what else ya got? Then you do it all over again with the next one, or multiple ones. and on their end, they’re doing the exact same thing–playing the field, if you will, with a whole bunch of other shmucks probably not too unlike you. It’s the business equivalent to the bar scene, if you’re into that kinda thing. and that’s where this post kind of grows a point of its own.
I’ve stepped back into the dating scene again, at least from an employment viewpoint. Had the dinner date (read: interview) and everything. It looks like it could be promising, right up until she says “I’ll call you”. well crap. and it was going so well. So now, I get to sit around and see if my most recent date wants to see me again. either she’ll call me, or I’ll see her at the same damn bar in a couple days with another guy on her arm and thank caffeine I’ve got a plan B–more on that in another entry. Meanwhile, I learn something I probably should have learned by now. If the job market’s a bar scene, then your average employer’s a freakin’ tease. All the fun and flirting you can handle, but the ride stops real quick when it gets to “your place or mine?”. And, of course, the minute I walk through the door, some dreamy lookin’ thing wants to flirt. Thank christ I’ve got nothing but time. and that plan B.