Remember all those folks who swore up and down they needed to actually see the naked body to confirm whether or not you’ve got something on you that could potentially go boom, stabby or otherwise do very bad and not very nice things to the general population of an aircraft? Yeah, um, no. But hey, at least they’re owning up to it now. Now, if they’d just knock it off with the whole telling us sexual assault’s A-okay. Yeah, didn’t think so.
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Awwe, no more free porn for the TSA.
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State of the geek.
I still exist. And surprise surprise, nothing’s busted this time. I’ve been most of the time playing catch-up with the stuff everyone else has written, not to mention helping Shane out when he decided to up and nuke himself. Yeah, classy. In and around that, I’ve actually managed to find a tiny little handful of jobs to apply to–including one from a company I’d escentially given up on. After the departure of the fiance, that’s been pretty much it–yeah, exciting stuff, no? I’m getting back into the usual routine, though, which means–yes, you guessed it–mockery, snark, general harassment, and oh yeah, the popular posts for June and July that never actually got done. Plus, my official, final review, of a former web host. Until then, I leave you with these few short, barely twitter-worthy (so they wind up over here, instead) thoughts.
- I live in Ottawa. Why for am I reminded of Toronto, then, what with emergency vehicles passing by here every half hour?
- Listening to an online scanner, one should not be able to pick up pieces of live music in the background while the person using the radio’s attempting to talk–or rather, yell–over it.
- Related: Said background music and the fact I can actually pick it out should not amuse me.
- One of us gets stressed, somebody sends us Mcdonalds money. Drama doesn’t have to suck completely.
- And lastly, is it wrong of me to sit here and listen to the afore mentioned online scanner, wondering if someone’s going to get a call to this address or one near it? Anyone?
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The obligatory post… from the iPhone.
I am about to break my own rule. But before I do that, it has to be said that this week, with no exceptions, was a box of awesome, packed in epic, with a win topping. Jessica came by for the week, as she’s known to do. We had several things planned, and I’m fairly sure we crossed most of them off the list.
A lot of reconnecting was done, and plenty of amusing fun was the result. She came in on Friday, and we went to Pembroke right from the station for my aunt and uncle’s 25th anniversary. We were able to introduce her to more of my extended family who, as I suspected, strongly approved. A ton of fun was had, alcohol–the bar variety–was consumed and dancing was done. Afterwards, it was back to Ottawa and the awesome waiting there.
Monday was getting Jessica used to the place, since she hadm’t been here before. Tuesday was our first official show on Mojo Radio, in preparation for something we’ve been working on for a few months. We test our usual setup for such things in a week or two if all goes well. Wednesday was more relaxing, and getting ready for Thursday.
One of the things Jessica wanted to get done was to meet up with a local friend of ours–you may know him as Blind Bandit. So we did the least recommended thing and mixed that with booze. The result? Posted on Shane’s blog and not fit for public consumption. Friday was more relaxing, and today, we sadly have to return her.
The week wasn’t all party and insanity, though. Sjhe cane up to belatedly wish me a happy birthday. And, in so doing, might have just removed my biggest–or, at least, second biggest–knock against the iPhone. I’ve been saying the thing needed a dedicated, physical keyboard since before I got one, and nearly screaming it after. Because she has that whole listening thing down to an art, she went and picked one up for my birthday. Hence, this post is being finished while on the road. I’ll write a review of this thing when I get home. As for now, I should probably go say goodbye to my girlfriend.
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Shaw pulls a Rogers, doesn’t get nearly the same attention.
Remember when rogers first started screwing around with bandwidth restrictions, then proceeded to launch their own online on-demand video service and, escentially, flipping customers off with it by not exempting it from existing bandwidth caps? Yeah, I figured you would. If not, refresh thyself. Then, read this. Clearly, it’s monkey see, monkey do in the Canadian telecom industry–and, clearly, Shaw has very good eyesight. Again, reread that first link. Except, replace Rogers with Shaw. Where’s the CRTC on this, again? Oh, that’s right–they’re just now getting around to calling bullshit on Bell, 3 years later. Well, I tried. Now, back to pirating CSI.
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It’s a Pembroke party–and I’m making a guest appearance.
This has been in the planning stages for more months than I’ve been keeping track, and now, it’s officially almost official. This weekend would be 25 years since my oldest aunt and uncle married. And, because it pretty much took them going through some of their own personal hells to get here, Trish has taken it upon herself to put together a small party, of sorts, complete with a cerimony for the couple to renew their vows. It’s at this cerimony that I’ve been asked to perform one of their favourite songs. So for a change, I’m heading to Pembroke for the weekend later tonight, and not specifically for my own reasons. And this time, for the first time in a while, I get to drag Jessica with me–her bus pulls into the station in a little less than 3 hours, give or take. Not too unlike her first trip across the border, we go straight from here to the bus station, scoop her up–suitcase and all, and shoot out of Ottawa like a bat out of hell. That wasn’t our original plan, but hey, it gets her here and us there, so whatever works. So, this weekend. Family event. Pembroke. And for a change, Jessica gets to come along. Oh, and hey, she gets to hear something that isn’t me dinking around with the piano, also for a change. Will wonders never cease? Now, about this whole packing thing.
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I used to be this naive.
Then, I got me an education real fast. From today’s random glance at search stats:
Jul 20 9:05pm: will odsp try to employ me or just pay me
Don’t we all wish. Sadly, neither ODSP or the CNIB will do much for employment up here–despite the insistence by some folks in these parts that they do, or should. ODSP barely pays you, actually–thus, making it very nearly impossible to do much that vaguely resembles being financially, er, stable. Now, then, if that ever changes, I’ll probably be first in line up here. But, hello, sucky economy. It ain’t changin’ anytime soon. Sorry, random person from I think Google. You’re in the same boat I’m in. No wonder it’s barely floatin’.
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In which summer punches me in the face. Ow.
I swear, I didn’t do all that much outdoors today, simply because within 5 minutes of me being out there, I start to feel like I spent the last hour at the gym–except without the good feeling of having worked out. I had to make a real quick run to the store, and by the time I got back, I could have rung out my shirt. Needless to say, tonight/tomorrow, I’m staying very close to my air conditioner. There’s a heat warning/advisory/thinggy out for tomorrow, it looks like. I have only one thing to say. What was your first clue?
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Verizon makes Rogers Wireless look good. I remain unsurprised.
Just when you get to thinking maybe, just maybe, things in the cell phone market can’t reach a higher level of ridiculous, some corporate yuck’s gotta walk in and set you straight. In this case, Verizon’s more than happy to do that to me. A lady saw a miscellanious $4.19 charge for, apparently, local calls. When she called to have it explained, she was escentially told to get a lawyer and suppoena. She did one better and went solo to a judge, who escentially slappd Verizon with an order to turn over a complete and itemized bill. Oh yeah, and recommended Verizon be fined about $1000 for escentially being a collective bunch of idiots. And customers of theirs wonder why it is my default response when they tell me is I’m sorry. Wonder no more–just please for the love of anything holy, get a real carrier if such an annimal exists.
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In which James fails at updating. Again.
For that, I’m going to blame the fact there hasn’t been much on a personal front to actually post about. things are still awesome, except for that whole job market not really existing thing, but they keep saying it’ll fix itself and I keep throwing applications in random directions. But, really, it’s been pretty low key on the home front after the episode with my former web host, DreamHost–I’m still developing that entry, I swear. With things settling down, though, I have time for random search mockery. And random other mockery to be done later. But, rather than waste an entry just for that, have this.
Jul 16 2am: greyhound pissed me off
Oh, yes, yes they did. And occasionally, still do. It really and truely deserves its own category.
Now. Where’d I put that popular posts thinggy from, oh, 2 weeks ago?
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Hey look. Authentic French spam. From France. In french.
I’ve gotten spam before. We all have. I’ve posted the more amusing and/or strange pieces of it before. I can safely say, though, I got nothing stranger than this until, well, this. Clearly, someone out there thinks I’ve got a lot more money than I do. Or they wanna give me a house on a decent piece of land for free. The original was in french, but because I’m not a cruel bastard, have the Google translated version.
Bastides stone – Provence
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