I was flipping last night and saw that the Washington Nationals' home opener was on. Then I saw that the President of the USA (my friend!) was to throw out the first pitch. I was on the verge of switching stations, when I had this thought: "Maybe he will get booed."
So I watched. And yes he did. It was very satisfying.
Poor simpleton. He has so little direct feedback from "the people" that his little head must've been spinning. "Some folks don't like me? Why? Waaaahhh" he must've thought. Then he had a nap to rest after all that thinkin'.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Milk
Our cafeteria has run out of 2% milk. At home, I drink 1%, but at work the choices are 2% or skim. So for now I have to drink skim.
God it's foul.
I hated it as a kid, but thought that now that I am older and wiser, and maybe my taste buds are fading, it wouldn't be so bad.
But it's still horrible. Yuck.
God it's foul.
I hated it as a kid, but thought that now that I am older and wiser, and maybe my taste buds are fading, it wouldn't be so bad.
But it's still horrible. Yuck.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
It's not easy being old
We've finally got a decent day, and I remain house-bound nursing my sprained ankle.
Life is an unending series of let-downs!
I'm sure the ankle will be sturdy enough to make it back to work tomorrow. Oh hurray.
I now realize that when I fell on Thursday, I should've gone straight back in the house, put an ice pack on it immediately, and done all the resting, elevating biz as quickly as possible. Instead, I just shook it off figuring it was no big deal. Idiot. Live and learn.
Life is an unending series of let-downs!
I'm sure the ankle will be sturdy enough to make it back to work tomorrow. Oh hurray.
I now realize that when I fell on Thursday, I should've gone straight back in the house, put an ice pack on it immediately, and done all the resting, elevating biz as quickly as possible. Instead, I just shook it off figuring it was no big deal. Idiot. Live and learn.
Canadian Tire Money
I went to wikipedia, and lo and behold, they have an entry for Canadian Tire Money.
They claim the old guy on the bills is a fictional character named Sandy McTire. Who named him? And why?
They claim the old guy on the bills is a fictional character named Sandy McTire. Who named him? And why?
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Name Game: Ungorgeous George
BBC reports on a study of perceived successful and unsuccesful names.
The winners:
Most successful: Elizabeth and James
Luckiest: Lucy and Jack
Most attractive: Sophie and Ryan
The losers:
Least successful: Lisa and Brian
Least lucky: Helen and John
Least attractive: Ann and George
Poor Mr. Clooney. If only he'd been given an attractive name. He might've had some success with the ladies.
Also, why don't all those unlucky guys named John just start calling themselves Jack? It's the same name.
The winners:
Most successful: Elizabeth and James
Luckiest: Lucy and Jack
Most attractive: Sophie and Ryan
The losers:
Least successful: Lisa and Brian
Least lucky: Helen and John
Least attractive: Ann and George
Poor Mr. Clooney. If only he'd been given an attractive name. He might've had some success with the ladies.
Also, why don't all those unlucky guys named John just start calling themselves Jack? It's the same name.
Earth Hour = Crock of Shit
More than 55,000 people and 150 communities across Canada have leapt on board, pledging to turn off or dim their lights from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. local times Saturday in a show of conservationist solidarity. (The Globe & Mail)
One whole hour. Ooooh!
One whole hour. Ooooh!
Canadian Icons go pffffft
Maybe I’m just looking for headlines to get depressed about, but today’s news is making me feel like a dinosaur. These two headlines in particular:
CBC Radio Orchestra to disband after 70 years.
Sigh. Culture is deader than Dillinger.
After 80 years, Canadian Tire stops publishing catalogues
I can’t remember not having a Canadian Tire catalogue in the house. It was something to thumb through as a kid. I was always impressed by the weird fishing gear, like hip waders. And camping stuff. We didn’t camp, as my father was anti-sleeping-on-the-ground ("I slept on the ground for 5 years during the War. Never again"), so I used to look at the different tents in the Canadian Tire catalogue, and read “sleeps two”, “sleeps four” or wow “sleeps six”. That’s a big tent.
Another depressing story: Tainted mozzarella from Italy. If you can’t trust Italian cheese, what can you trust?
CBC Radio Orchestra to disband after 70 years.
Sigh. Culture is deader than Dillinger.
After 80 years, Canadian Tire stops publishing catalogues
I can’t remember not having a Canadian Tire catalogue in the house. It was something to thumb through as a kid. I was always impressed by the weird fishing gear, like hip waders. And camping stuff. We didn’t camp, as my father was anti-sleeping-on-the-ground ("I slept on the ground for 5 years during the War. Never again"), so I used to look at the different tents in the Canadian Tire catalogue, and read “sleeps two”, “sleeps four” or wow “sleeps six”. That’s a big tent.
Another depressing story: Tainted mozzarella from Italy. If you can’t trust Italian cheese, what can you trust?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Another reason to love Scotland
I usually don’t need to reprint an entire article to enjoy a laugh, but there are so many great one-liners here, I don’t know where to cut. (From BBC News)
A 58-year-old man who fed pigeons wearing only a skimpy thong which was back to front has been fined £150.
Neighbours spotted David Batchelor in his street in Perth in the underwear which left his genitals partly exposed.
Perth Sheriff Court heard that children walking home from school had been passing by at the time.
His lawyer said that Batchelor had been drunk and there was no sexual element to the way he had behaved. He admitted committing a breach of the peace.
When officers had turned up to investigate they found Batchelor still partially dressed and with his flimsy thong on the wrong way round.
At the court previously, Fiscal Depute Hannah Kennedy said: "The witnesses watched as the accused walked between the common close entrance and the pavement. He went behind some bushes outside his house.
"There were a large number of schoolchildren passing his home address at this stage.
"He returned to his flat then reappeared still wearing this item.
"It was still exposing his genitalia. The witnesses were alarmed by his actions and concerned for the children who had passed."
Batchelor claimed he had not seen anyone around, but then confessed he looked at everyone as they went past and the "schoolgirls were bonnie."
Mrs Kennedy added: "Asked why he did it, he replied 'I don't know. I was just feeding the birds and if I was wanting to do that I would just go down town and get a whore'."
Sheriff Michael Fletcher said: "The alcohol seems to be at the root of the problem and nothing much can be done about that, given his attitude towards it."
A 58-year-old man who fed pigeons wearing only a skimpy thong which was back to front has been fined £150.
Neighbours spotted David Batchelor in his street in Perth in the underwear which left his genitals partly exposed.
Perth Sheriff Court heard that children walking home from school had been passing by at the time.
His lawyer said that Batchelor had been drunk and there was no sexual element to the way he had behaved. He admitted committing a breach of the peace.
When officers had turned up to investigate they found Batchelor still partially dressed and with his flimsy thong on the wrong way round.
At the court previously, Fiscal Depute Hannah Kennedy said: "The witnesses watched as the accused walked between the common close entrance and the pavement. He went behind some bushes outside his house.
"There were a large number of schoolchildren passing his home address at this stage.
"He returned to his flat then reappeared still wearing this item.
"It was still exposing his genitalia. The witnesses were alarmed by his actions and concerned for the children who had passed."
Batchelor claimed he had not seen anyone around, but then confessed he looked at everyone as they went past and the "schoolgirls were bonnie."
Mrs Kennedy added: "Asked why he did it, he replied 'I don't know. I was just feeding the birds and if I was wanting to do that I would just go down town and get a whore'."
Sheriff Michael Fletcher said: "The alcohol seems to be at the root of the problem and nothing much can be done about that, given his attitude towards it."
Legends of the Fall
Sometimes I hates my own laziness.
There's a big patch of ice at the foot of my porch. Over a week ago, I took out the salt and planned (oh, some day) to spread salt over the ice to help the thaw along. But did I do that? No.
So this a.m. I'm hauling out my garbage bag and zoooom out go my feet from under me and SPLAT down I go.
My left leg twisted like a fusilli. My ankle is effing throbbing now. It feels like a corkscrew.
On the bright side, I still have a lot of post-op pain killers at home. So this evening I might just down a few of those babies and see what happens. And if it still hurts in the morning, well, I might just have to stay home and rest it, ice it and elevate it.
There's a big patch of ice at the foot of my porch. Over a week ago, I took out the salt and planned (oh, some day) to spread salt over the ice to help the thaw along. But did I do that? No.
So this a.m. I'm hauling out my garbage bag and zoooom out go my feet from under me and SPLAT down I go.
My left leg twisted like a fusilli. My ankle is effing throbbing now. It feels like a corkscrew.
On the bright side, I still have a lot of post-op pain killers at home. So this evening I might just down a few of those babies and see what happens. And if it still hurts in the morning, well, I might just have to stay home and rest it, ice it and elevate it.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Coincidence?
The weather's been okay for the past 2 days, and I find myself with nothing to blog about.
This would imply that if it were not for bad weather I would have nothing else to talk about. How dull is that?
Is it me, or is there nothing of interest going on these days? I should join Boreds Anonymous.
I don't even have any work-related bathroom antics to analyze.
Sure, I could write about Patrick Roy & Son. But that can be summed up in a couple of words: Idiots pere et fils. yawn.
I could say something about Tibet. But the only thing I can think of is that I wish Western people would stop treating the Dalai Lama like he's a cool prop. He's not our toy.
Hillary's apparently a big liar, and Barack's at the beach this week. McCain remains a crazy old geezer.
Some Liberals want to get rid of Stephane Dion. Politics is an ugly nasty business. Why does anyone want to be in it. I confess the more I see of Iggy in Parliament, the more I like him. That's a 180 for me. I think he's the future leader of the Libs.
Kids in Quebec can't speak or write French properly. This is disturbing.
When is the snow going to seriously start melting? I'm depressed about it.
This would imply that if it were not for bad weather I would have nothing else to talk about. How dull is that?
Is it me, or is there nothing of interest going on these days? I should join Boreds Anonymous.
I don't even have any work-related bathroom antics to analyze.
Sure, I could write about Patrick Roy & Son. But that can be summed up in a couple of words: Idiots pere et fils. yawn.
I could say something about Tibet. But the only thing I can think of is that I wish Western people would stop treating the Dalai Lama like he's a cool prop. He's not our toy.
Hillary's apparently a big liar, and Barack's at the beach this week. McCain remains a crazy old geezer.
Some Liberals want to get rid of Stephane Dion. Politics is an ugly nasty business. Why does anyone want to be in it. I confess the more I see of Iggy in Parliament, the more I like him. That's a 180 for me. I think he's the future leader of the Libs.
Kids in Quebec can't speak or write French properly. This is disturbing.
When is the snow going to seriously start melting? I'm depressed about it.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Non-Easter
Easter this year was too early, too cold and too snow-bound to feel like Easter.
Now the 4-day weekend is finished, a cold April looms, and there's not much to look forward to.
Bleh!
Now the 4-day weekend is finished, a cold April looms, and there's not much to look forward to.
Bleh!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sneaky McDump sighting
I have established that Mr. McDump works on the floor below mine.
The elevators doors opened on that floor, and there he stood in all his sneaky glory.
The elevators doors opened on that floor, and there he stood in all his sneaky glory.
The Bathroom Thief (No. 2 in a series, heh)
JAW Fan has kindly submitted a list of possible names for the mysterious bathroom man. I'm leaning towards Sneaky McDump.
Any favourites here?
El Noisy
The Poopster
Sneaky McDump
Blastoff Barnie
The Scarlet Poopernickle
Farty Fred
Sh*t-Shy Charlie
Crapola Johnson
Any favourites here?
El Noisy
The Poopster
Sneaky McDump
Blastoff Barnie
The Scarlet Poopernickle
Farty Fred
Sh*t-Shy Charlie
Crapola Johnson
Long weekend on the horizon...
My boss has a weird quirk. She never lets us know when she is going to take a day off.
I like and appreciate my boss, but I don't know why a day's vacation is always a secret. This habit is both good and bad: Bad in that if I had something urgent to discuss with her today, I would be left hanging because I didn't know she wouldn't be in. Good because when I was told she wasn't here today, I thought, whooo, long weekend starts now! Just how much work am I going to do today? Answer: Not much.
In my defense, I will be having one meeting today with a very difficult person. That being said, are those 10 to 15 minutes really justifying a full-day's pay? Probably not. But at least I'll be doing something unpleasant so I'm not a total time-waster.
And I'll probably do a bit of regular work. Fortunately, I'm back on my counterfeiting and forgery task, so that it always fun.
I like and appreciate my boss, but I don't know why a day's vacation is always a secret. This habit is both good and bad: Bad in that if I had something urgent to discuss with her today, I would be left hanging because I didn't know she wouldn't be in. Good because when I was told she wasn't here today, I thought, whooo, long weekend starts now! Just how much work am I going to do today? Answer: Not much.
In my defense, I will be having one meeting today with a very difficult person. That being said, are those 10 to 15 minutes really justifying a full-day's pay? Probably not. But at least I'll be doing something unpleasant so I'm not a total time-waster.
And I'll probably do a bit of regular work. Fortunately, I'm back on my counterfeiting and forgery task, so that it always fun.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Remaining Current on Currency
I got a $10 bill today.
The quotation on it is the first stanza of In Flanders Fields.
I love that poem. Canadian money is cool.
The quotation on it is the first stanza of In Flanders Fields.
I love that poem. Canadian money is cool.
Office Intrigue
Forget about my career in forgery, I should've been a spy.
For the past two weeks or so, a man from another floor uses the men’s room on our floor. I see him come out of the stairwell, go into the men’s room whose door is right beside the stairs, and when he leaves he goes back out into the stairwell.
I recognize him vaguely as someone who has worked here for a while, but I don’t know which department he is in. Or which floor he works on. I assume it's the floor either directly above or below ours. I can’t see why he would climb two flights or more to use a bathroom.
But why do this at all? Why can’t he use the can on his own floor? Any ideas?
This is really bugging me. I mentioned it to my colleague this morning and all she did was laugh, but now she’s curious and wants to see the guy too.
Also, I need a nickname for this character. I've been calling him The Bathroom Thief, but that isn't really accurate. Suggestions?
For the past two weeks or so, a man from another floor uses the men’s room on our floor. I see him come out of the stairwell, go into the men’s room whose door is right beside the stairs, and when he leaves he goes back out into the stairwell.
I recognize him vaguely as someone who has worked here for a while, but I don’t know which department he is in. Or which floor he works on. I assume it's the floor either directly above or below ours. I can’t see why he would climb two flights or more to use a bathroom.
But why do this at all? Why can’t he use the can on his own floor? Any ideas?
This is really bugging me. I mentioned it to my colleague this morning and all she did was laugh, but now she’s curious and wants to see the guy too.
Also, I need a nickname for this character. I've been calling him The Bathroom Thief, but that isn't really accurate. Suggestions?
Rain, Rain, Hurray, Hurray
After 4 solid months of bitching about snow, I'm happy to report that it is raining today.
The Weather Office web site, however, seems to be hedging its bets. It has a funny warning that maybe things could still maybe change back to snow. It feels like a "Don't Blame Us" kinda warning.
I suspect that is to protect themselves because if the rain should turn to snow, angry Montrealers will storm the Environment Canada offices bearing torches and pitchforks, for sure. I'll be there.
Next problem: How many days of mild weather before my basement is full of water? There's a lot of melting to be done.
The Weather Office web site, however, seems to be hedging its bets. It has a funny warning that maybe things could still maybe change back to snow. It feels like a "Don't Blame Us" kinda warning.
I suspect that is to protect themselves because if the rain should turn to snow, angry Montrealers will storm the Environment Canada offices bearing torches and pitchforks, for sure. I'll be there.
Next problem: How many days of mild weather before my basement is full of water? There's a lot of melting to be done.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
31 July 2008, New Jersey
Tickets to see Bruce at Giants Stadium are now in my hot lil hands. I can't believe I've got them already. I keep looking at them and thinking how weird this is.
My sis is beside herself. I swear she's a bigger fanatic than I am. How is this even possible?
My sis is beside herself. I swear she's a bigger fanatic than I am. How is this even possible?
Dead Director News
Anthony Minghella died after a "routine" operation. Yikes. RIP.
I guess I should watch The English Patient in his honour tonight.
It is an awfully long movie, though. I think I'll just watch the scenes where Rafe is dashing, tanned and handsome, and skip over all the Rafe-burnt-to-a-crisp bits.
I guess I should watch The English Patient in his honour tonight.
It is an awfully long movie, though. I think I'll just watch the scenes where Rafe is dashing, tanned and handsome, and skip over all the Rafe-burnt-to-a-crisp bits.
You can call me a blind dumb ass
but it is only half an hour ago that I saw there is a lovely quote about the arts on our $20 bill.
I blame this on the fact that it is in 2-point font, and at 47 the old eyes aren't what they used to be.
But, seriously, did everyone but me know there's a quote from Gabrielle Roy on the $20? Knowing how much I cherish my $$$ you'd think I'd be looking at it more closely.
It says:
Nous connaîtrions-nous seulement un peu nous-mêmes sans les arts? / Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?
That's nice.
The $5 has a quote from Roch Carrier about winter and skating rinks. I dunno what's on the $10 because I don't currently have one in my wallet. And the $100? Don't ask me. Really. Don't bother.
I blame this on the fact that it is in 2-point font, and at 47 the old eyes aren't what they used to be.
But, seriously, did everyone but me know there's a quote from Gabrielle Roy on the $20? Knowing how much I cherish my $$$ you'd think I'd be looking at it more closely.
It says:
Nous connaîtrions-nous seulement un peu nous-mêmes sans les arts? / Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?
That's nice.
The $5 has a quote from Roch Carrier about winter and skating rinks. I dunno what's on the $10 because I don't currently have one in my wallet. And the $100? Don't ask me. Really. Don't bother.
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