One of the dumbest laws in the history of dumb-ass laws is about to be changed. Margarine will finally be allowed to be yellow in Quebec. It has always been sickly white. This was because of pressure for the All-Powerful Butter Lobby, which didn’t want margarine to compete with the yellowy goodness of butter.
Sadly, this law comes 3 years too late, as this dumb-ass law used to always send my dear departed mother on a major rant against the government. She loved to complain about the ridiculous white-margarine law. Really, you have no idea how she loved to complain about it. I’ll be tempted to stop by the cemetery with a container of the new, improved yellow margarine, open the lid and say: Look! Finally! You can Rest in Peace!
Who would’ve thunk the day would come when Big Butter gave in to pressure. I thought you could never mess with Big Butter.
Big Butter would be a great name for a Hong Kong triad chief. mmm butter.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
FanTasia-related item
Ever since Mr. Anonymous mentioned that the noodle place on deMaisonneuve is the only place in town where you can get General Tao tofu, I have difficulty concentrating on anything else. I'm totally distracted.
It's calling my name... the siren's call of General Tao tofu... I cannot resist...
It's calling my name... the siren's call of General Tao tofu... I cannot resist...
In FanTasia news
I have to give credit where credit is due. The FanTasia people have upped the level of service to impressive heights at long last. I got to the theatre at 7:35 last night for an 8:00 screening, and everyone had already been let in to the sweet air-conditioning of the Hall building. It was delightful.
And I love the dj thing. Again last night, I don't know what the music was, but it was excellent.
Maybe that's why they are on-time this year and letting us in early. They paid this dj and, darn it, they're going to use him/her. I like it.
Mad Detective was a real Johnnie To movie. Cops, robbers, killers, good guys and bad guys all mixed up. Now THAT's a Johnnie To movie! Not like The Sparrow which disappointed me. We don't need To to create fluff and pretend he's Wong Kar Wai. We need him to stage the shoot-em-ups and Mexican stand-offs. Oh, and the "mad" detective? Yep, he was mad as a hatter. I love Lau Ching-Wan.
And I love the dj thing. Again last night, I don't know what the music was, but it was excellent.
Maybe that's why they are on-time this year and letting us in early. They paid this dj and, darn it, they're going to use him/her. I like it.
Mad Detective was a real Johnnie To movie. Cops, robbers, killers, good guys and bad guys all mixed up. Now THAT's a Johnnie To movie! Not like The Sparrow which disappointed me. We don't need To to create fluff and pretend he's Wong Kar Wai. We need him to stage the shoot-em-ups and Mexican stand-offs. Oh, and the "mad" detective? Yep, he was mad as a hatter. I love Lau Ching-Wan.
Harmonious?
Courtesy of susieq, I have some inside info on the eHarmony matching process. It's a bit weird to me. But from my reading of some profiles she kindly provided, it seems like the "applicant" checks off a series of statements in the questionnaire, and then the powers-that-harmonize stick all the checked-off answers together to create your profile.
Example: Both of susieq's first two dream dates started their profile with the same phrase "I think it is important to continually try to improve myself". Poor sue, how is she going to pick from all these gems?
See this is why I was rejected. I don't want to improve myself, and I don't want an improving man either. Isn't everybody looking for the guy living in his mother's basement, wearing his ratty sweatpants and typing with cheesie-stained fingers.
Example: Both of susieq's first two dream dates started their profile with the same phrase "I think it is important to continually try to improve myself". Poor sue, how is she going to pick from all these gems?
See this is why I was rejected. I don't want to improve myself, and I don't want an improving man either. Isn't everybody looking for the guy living in his mother's basement, wearing his ratty sweatpants and typing with cheesie-stained fingers.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Ooh
(It's nice to follow up a post called "Ick" with a post called "Ooh".)
I just got a pick-up offer from a verrrry cute Indian guy here in Montreal. Very cute indeed. Only problem is he's 27 years old. 2-7? Maybe I can ask him if his father is single...Got any photos of your dad, sonny? Too bad my niece already has a cute boyfriend.
I'll reluctantly have to hit Delete again. My loss this time.
I just got a pick-up offer from a verrrry cute Indian guy here in Montreal. Very cute indeed. Only problem is he's 27 years old. 2-7? Maybe I can ask him if his father is single...Got any photos of your dad, sonny? Too bad my niece already has a cute boyfriend.
I'll reluctantly have to hit Delete again. My loss this time.
Ick
I just checked my romantic mailbox and there was a message from some guy in Toronto saying "Hey sexy, I want to talk to you". And then giving me his actual name.
I didn't know I could hit a DELETE button that fast. I'm impressed by my own speedy reflexes!
I suppose this kind of thing is going to happen. But, yuck, do I NOT want to be spoken to like that!
I didn't know I could hit a DELETE button that fast. I'm impressed by my own speedy reflexes!
I suppose this kind of thing is going to happen. But, yuck, do I NOT want to be spoken to like that!
Big Math Brains
I got a message from the anti eharmony (AEH) people last night saying: we’ve changed our parameters for matches. Please try it and let us know what you think about your improved matches.
This confirmed what I have suspected about the people who run this site. They have only one thing on their minds: mathematical modelling.
Their goal is to get users to answer as many multiple choice questions and complete as many personality quizzes as humanly possible to give them loads of data that they can run their algorithms on. They get off on math big time.
I’ll be these guys’ fantasies are about performing two equations at once.
I have nothing against math people. I wish I understood math. But I never have. I blame Mr. Tsao. He just taught too fast; I couldn’t keep up.
I shall carry on with my internet quest. But due to the unexpected sudden return of the elusive unattainable Scotsman to the office today, suddenly everyone else looks like chopped liver.
This confirmed what I have suspected about the people who run this site. They have only one thing on their minds: mathematical modelling.
Their goal is to get users to answer as many multiple choice questions and complete as many personality quizzes as humanly possible to give them loads of data that they can run their algorithms on. They get off on math big time.
I’ll be these guys’ fantasies are about performing two equations at once.
I have nothing against math people. I wish I understood math. But I never have. I blame Mr. Tsao. He just taught too fast; I couldn’t keep up.
I shall carry on with my internet quest. But due to the unexpected sudden return of the elusive unattainable Scotsman to the office today, suddenly everyone else looks like chopped liver.
Monday, July 07, 2008
How many more days?
How many days until January 21, 2009?
U.S. President George W. Bush's penchant for slangy speech was always apparent from the nicknames he bestows on reporters, and it doesn't stop with other leaders.
Yesterday, as leaders of the G8 chatted with the heads of seven African nations, a televised feed of their summit in Japan picked up some of the chit-chat before a closed-door meeting, including Mr. Bush's casual style of address with the Prime Minister of Canada.
Mr. Bush slung a casual arm over Nigerian President Umaru Yar'Adua for a chat, until he caught sight of Stephen Harper. “Yo, Harper!” he called, bringing him over for an introduction. (The Globe & Mail)
This is stupid Bush as usual, but I wish he had tried to pronounce the Nigerian President's name. THAT I would want to see on the news.
U.S. President George W. Bush's penchant for slangy speech was always apparent from the nicknames he bestows on reporters, and it doesn't stop with other leaders.
Yesterday, as leaders of the G8 chatted with the heads of seven African nations, a televised feed of their summit in Japan picked up some of the chit-chat before a closed-door meeting, including Mr. Bush's casual style of address with the Prime Minister of Canada.
Mr. Bush slung a casual arm over Nigerian President Umaru Yar'Adua for a chat, until he caught sight of Stephen Harper. “Yo, Harper!” he called, bringing him over for an introduction. (The Globe & Mail)
This is stupid Bush as usual, but I wish he had tried to pronounce the Nigerian President's name. THAT I would want to see on the news.
Addicted Still
I'm having my Green Tea and Passionfruit smoothie. With skim milk.
When I asked for it, the guy said: Do you want a cookie* with that? I laughed and said: I wouldn't have ordered skim milk if I was going to have a cookie. He said, you'd be surprised. I guess it's like the people who always have a Diet Coke with their Big Mac and fries.
*He didn't say biscuit or cake or crisp. Thankfully. No need to consult the High Court. This item is taxable, despite its healthiness. This seems wrong.
When I asked for it, the guy said: Do you want a cookie* with that? I laughed and said: I wouldn't have ordered skim milk if I was going to have a cookie. He said, you'd be surprised. I guess it's like the people who always have a Diet Coke with their Big Mac and fries.
*He didn't say biscuit or cake or crisp. Thankfully. No need to consult the High Court. This item is taxable, despite its healthiness. This seems wrong.
Pure Blogging Gold
I must thank my good friends at eHarmony for rejecting me because in so doing they have launched me on a summer project that I believe will provide a veritable goldmine of blogging material. I speak, of course, of internet dating.
I found another site to join. I filled out their questionnaire, and they accepted me. And, apparently they think I’m wonderful. To protect the innocent I’ll call it Anti-EHarmony (AEH) for now.
I hardly know where to begin. (Oh, my boss is on vacation for the next 3 weeks, which is great for blogging reasons and for Asian movie festival attendance reasons as well.)
First things first. Guys are stupid.
I want to speak to any woman who would be seriously interested in meeting a guy who uses either of these two words in his on-site nickname: “horny” or “licker”. Really, fellas. I’m going to spend one click of the mouse finding out about a guy nicknamed JoeHorny? That is pathetic.
Actually, thinking about it now, it would probably be great fun to check out what he had to say. Or very, very disturbing.
For research purposes I’ll have to decide whether to investigate this doofus, knowing that everyone can check out who has been checking their profile. And when, and how often. That’s fair, I believe, in this game. That means no stalking without the person’s knowledge. And there is a “block” function that can be used to stop someone from accessing your profile if they are creeping you out. Seems safe enough.
Pathetico No. 2. If you are a middle-aged very, very average looking guy, how much luck do you think you’re going to have when the first line of your profile says: I’m looking to have sex with two women at once. My advice: hire two hookers. There’s no other way, pal. And his name wasn’t even JoeHorny. Gotta give the guy credit for honesty, I suppose. He’s not wasting anyone’s time and I’m certainly not going to waste his.
I found another site to join. I filled out their questionnaire, and they accepted me. And, apparently they think I’m wonderful. To protect the innocent I’ll call it Anti-EHarmony (AEH) for now.
I hardly know where to begin. (Oh, my boss is on vacation for the next 3 weeks, which is great for blogging reasons and for Asian movie festival attendance reasons as well.)
First things first. Guys are stupid.
I want to speak to any woman who would be seriously interested in meeting a guy who uses either of these two words in his on-site nickname: “horny” or “licker”. Really, fellas. I’m going to spend one click of the mouse finding out about a guy nicknamed JoeHorny? That is pathetic.
Actually, thinking about it now, it would probably be great fun to check out what he had to say. Or very, very disturbing.
For research purposes I’ll have to decide whether to investigate this doofus, knowing that everyone can check out who has been checking their profile. And when, and how often. That’s fair, I believe, in this game. That means no stalking without the person’s knowledge. And there is a “block” function that can be used to stop someone from accessing your profile if they are creeping you out. Seems safe enough.
Pathetico No. 2. If you are a middle-aged very, very average looking guy, how much luck do you think you’re going to have when the first line of your profile says: I’m looking to have sex with two women at once. My advice: hire two hookers. There’s no other way, pal. And his name wasn’t even JoeHorny. Gotta give the guy credit for honesty, I suppose. He’s not wasting anyone’s time and I’m certainly not going to waste his.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Tennis Anyone?
I cannot believe how much of this beautiful Sunday I spent indoors watching Wimbledon. It just wouldn't end. Awesome match.
The world's gone Mad! Mad, I tell you
Pringles are not chips. The High Court says so. Well, what can we depend on in this crazy world anymore, I ask you.
"The makers of Pringles were yesterday celebrating a High Court ruling that the snack is not a crisp." (i.e. chip, as they are know round these parts)
"The Pringles case comes several years after McVities successfully argued that Jaffa Cakes were cakes rather than biscuits. Marks & Spencer was involved in a similar wrangle more recently over its tea cakes, which HM Revenue & Customs officials insisted were biscuits." (The Scotsman)
Biscuits, cakes, crisps, non-crisps. What's the world coming to? I despair. All these debates have to do with whether these items are subject to GST-type taxes or not, depending on how they are defined. The world is in turmoil. The centre cannot hold. Anarchy is loosed upon the world.
"The makers of Pringles were yesterday celebrating a High Court ruling that the snack is not a crisp." (i.e. chip, as they are know round these parts)
"The Pringles case comes several years after McVities successfully argued that Jaffa Cakes were cakes rather than biscuits. Marks & Spencer was involved in a similar wrangle more recently over its tea cakes, which HM Revenue & Customs officials insisted were biscuits." (The Scotsman)
Biscuits, cakes, crisps, non-crisps. What's the world coming to? I despair. All these debates have to do with whether these items are subject to GST-type taxes or not, depending on how they are defined. The world is in turmoil. The centre cannot hold. Anarchy is loosed upon the world.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Romance is Dead to Me
This is hilarious.
I came home from work tonight depressed and feeling sorry for myself. I need to marry a millionaire so I can leave my rotten place of employment forever and live happily ever after.
But where to meet a millionaire?
So, after seeing their many t.v. commercials, I went to eharmony.com to find my match. It’s true! I did. I filled out an incredibly long personality profile which, as instructed, I answered as honestly as I could.
At the end, here is what they told me.
Quote: One of the requirements for successful matching is that participants fall within certain defined profiles. If we find that we will not be able to match a user using these profiles, we feel it is only fair to inform them early in the process.
We are so convinced of the importance of creating compatible matches to help people establish happy, lasting relationships that we sometimes choose not to provide service rather than risk an uncertain match.
Unfortunately, we are not able to make our profiles work for you. Our matching model could not accurately predict with whom you would be best matched.. We hope that you understand, and we regret our inability to provide service for you at this time. Unquote.
I’ve been rejected by eharmony. I’m a hideous troll! Yikes! I am unmatchable.
But, seriously, I remember reading that this company is subtly religious, i.e. it likes to match up churchy people, without ever saying that this is what they are doing. Could this be true? There were 5 or 6 questions about religion and I answered "No" or "Not at all important" to all of them. I suspect this makes me untouchable in their eyes. Don’t they even want to save my soul? Don’t they want my money? My non-existent romantic life = death of capitalism?
If it isn’t the religion thing, then what else? The problem is, of course, that they don’t tell me why I’m unmatchable in their opinion. Where am I falling outside "normal" parameters? I didn’t even hint at "must be George Clooney" or "must be a millionaire". I was being realistic! I guess I shouldn't have answered honestly.
So now what do I do?
I came home from work tonight depressed and feeling sorry for myself. I need to marry a millionaire so I can leave my rotten place of employment forever and live happily ever after.
But where to meet a millionaire?
So, after seeing their many t.v. commercials, I went to eharmony.com to find my match. It’s true! I did. I filled out an incredibly long personality profile which, as instructed, I answered as honestly as I could.
At the end, here is what they told me.
Quote: One of the requirements for successful matching is that participants fall within certain defined profiles. If we find that we will not be able to match a user using these profiles, we feel it is only fair to inform them early in the process.
We are so convinced of the importance of creating compatible matches to help people establish happy, lasting relationships that we sometimes choose not to provide service rather than risk an uncertain match.
Unfortunately, we are not able to make our profiles work for you. Our matching model could not accurately predict with whom you would be best matched.. We hope that you understand, and we regret our inability to provide service for you at this time. Unquote.
I’ve been rejected by eharmony. I’m a hideous troll! Yikes! I am unmatchable.
But, seriously, I remember reading that this company is subtly religious, i.e. it likes to match up churchy people, without ever saying that this is what they are doing. Could this be true? There were 5 or 6 questions about religion and I answered "No" or "Not at all important" to all of them. I suspect this makes me untouchable in their eyes. Don’t they even want to save my soul? Don’t they want my money? My non-existent romantic life = death of capitalism?
If it isn’t the religion thing, then what else? The problem is, of course, that they don’t tell me why I’m unmatchable in their opinion. Where am I falling outside "normal" parameters? I didn’t even hint at "must be George Clooney" or "must be a millionaire". I was being realistic! I guess I shouldn't have answered honestly.
So now what do I do?
Dear Lord
Since this is the week that contains both a Canadian Holiday and an American Holiday, let's take a moment to compare the behaviour of each of these peoples at the gas pump.
Canadians will swear under their breath while filling up, and blame the government, taxes, greedy oil companies for the high prices, whereas Americans...
...will pray at the pump.
Yep, there's a group of people in Ohio who are going to gas stations and forming prayer circles, asking Jesus to lower the price of gas.
They also want to go to Washington and pray in front of the Saudi Embassy. Yep, that'll help. Doesn't the greatest percentage of US oil get imported from Canada? Pray to ME you kooks! I demand it!
Canadians will swear under their breath while filling up, and blame the government, taxes, greedy oil companies for the high prices, whereas Americans...
...will pray at the pump.
Yep, there's a group of people in Ohio who are going to gas stations and forming prayer circles, asking Jesus to lower the price of gas.
They also want to go to Washington and pray in front of the Saudi Embassy. Yep, that'll help. Doesn't the greatest percentage of US oil get imported from Canada? Pray to ME you kooks! I demand it!
Onward I trudge
I received an acknowledgement from NYC of my application to get on the roster.
Sometime in August I'm supposed to check their website to see if my magical application file number appears on the list of people who will be invited to sit the exam.
I spend my life waiting for a moment that just don't come. Bruce would advise I shouldn't waste my time waiting, wouldn't he?
Sometime in August I'm supposed to check their website to see if my magical application file number appears on the list of people who will be invited to sit the exam.
I spend my life waiting for a moment that just don't come. Bruce would advise I shouldn't waste my time waiting, wouldn't he?
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Middle-age health woes
I have to share this because it was such a Dean Martin moment.
JAW Fan calls me to complain about his sore back, and in the background I hear this loud tinkling noise. I'm about to ask if those are ice cubes I hear, but he beats me to it by saying he's fixing himself a vodka.
I believe it was Homer who said: Alcohol, the cause of and solution to, all of life's problems.
I really think he needed to down some painkillers with that vodka, but he preferred to actually wake up tomorrow morning. I just can't figure out how a person drinks vodka while lying on his back on the floor. I can understand ending up on your back on the floor after consuming vodka (especially with painkillers) but not during the consumption process.
JAW Fan calls me to complain about his sore back, and in the background I hear this loud tinkling noise. I'm about to ask if those are ice cubes I hear, but he beats me to it by saying he's fixing himself a vodka.
I believe it was Homer who said: Alcohol, the cause of and solution to, all of life's problems.
I really think he needed to down some painkillers with that vodka, but he preferred to actually wake up tomorrow morning. I just can't figure out how a person drinks vodka while lying on his back on the floor. I can understand ending up on your back on the floor after consuming vodka (especially with painkillers) but not during the consumption process.
My Name is Nanuk...and I am an Addict
I'm sliding down a slippery slope.
Last month while in The Holy City I went to Second Cup with my sis and niece, and I ordered a green tea-and-passion fruit smoothie. I loved it passionately. So, I resisted going back because I knew from that very moment that this was a bad, bad thing.
Who says you can't get hooked on one hit?
Yesterday, in honour of Canada Day (what an excuse!), I went to SC and bought another. It had been a whole month.
Now I'm sipping another one. From one month between Smoothie Nos. 1 and 2, to a mere 24 hours between Nos. 2 and 3.
At least I'm getting them made with skim milk. But still. I'm feeling decadent. .... And loving it.
Last month while in The Holy City I went to Second Cup with my sis and niece, and I ordered a green tea-and-passion fruit smoothie. I loved it passionately. So, I resisted going back because I knew from that very moment that this was a bad, bad thing.
Who says you can't get hooked on one hit?
Yesterday, in honour of Canada Day (what an excuse!), I went to SC and bought another. It had been a whole month.
Now I'm sipping another one. From one month between Smoothie Nos. 1 and 2, to a mere 24 hours between Nos. 2 and 3.
At least I'm getting them made with skim milk. But still. I'm feeling decadent. .... And loving it.
Survey says
51 percent of U.S. workers 18 and older say their biggest source of stress on the job is their colleagues, according to an online survey.
Only 51 percent, says I?
I thought stupid annoying colleagues would be the main factor for about 95 percent of workers.
Only 51 percent, says I?
I thought stupid annoying colleagues would be the main factor for about 95 percent of workers.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Back to the ole drawing board
I've officially given up on the London job. Tomorrow will mark 5 weeks since I wrote the test, and I got nuthin' from them. I have to assume the people who are short-listed for an interview have been contacted by now. And everyone else, i.e. yours truly, is an also-ran. harumph. I knew the test was a c***sucker, but I still held out that little glimmer of hope. The light has gone out now. pffft. extinguished.
Onward. I completed my application for another job. This is not for one specific job, but to be on the roster of our Big Brothers down in NYC. This is a roster of jobs in the writing, editing, and/or reporting field. You get called either to HQ or to some place in the field.
I don't really want a job through these channels, I just want to write the exam to get more exam-writing practice. The test lasts a whole day, and then there's an interview. Again, only if you are successful on the test do you get an interview. Who knows what comes of this.
Problem with being on a roster is you basically have to take whatever position comes open. You have one chance to turn down an assignment. If you turn down a second offer, you are ziiiip off the roster. And there are very few places where our Big Brothers have offices that I'd be interested in moving to. i.e. NYC, Wash, D.C., Paris, and of course, Roma.
But Geneva? There's lots o'jobs in Geneva. yawn. I'd rather shoot myself than move to Geneva. Bor-ing town. Nairobi? I'd rather shoot myself in Geneva than go to Nairobi. So basically it's NYC or bust. Bangkok? Verrry nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
I'm sick of my current employer. It's so corrupt. How corrupt is it? you may ask. Here's last week's example: Our head of HR is engaged to be married as soon as his divorce becomes final. His intended is a woman in a technical support job that is graded one level below mine. On the same day we hear about the engagement, we learn that The Intended has been promoted to an analyst job three grades higher than mine. What an amazing coincidence. I can't stand these jerks anymore.
Onward. I completed my application for another job. This is not for one specific job, but to be on the roster of our Big Brothers down in NYC. This is a roster of jobs in the writing, editing, and/or reporting field. You get called either to HQ or to some place in the field.
I don't really want a job through these channels, I just want to write the exam to get more exam-writing practice. The test lasts a whole day, and then there's an interview. Again, only if you are successful on the test do you get an interview. Who knows what comes of this.
Problem with being on a roster is you basically have to take whatever position comes open. You have one chance to turn down an assignment. If you turn down a second offer, you are ziiiip off the roster. And there are very few places where our Big Brothers have offices that I'd be interested in moving to. i.e. NYC, Wash, D.C., Paris, and of course, Roma.
But Geneva? There's lots o'jobs in Geneva. yawn. I'd rather shoot myself than move to Geneva. Bor-ing town. Nairobi? I'd rather shoot myself in Geneva than go to Nairobi. So basically it's NYC or bust. Bangkok? Verrry nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
I'm sick of my current employer. It's so corrupt. How corrupt is it? you may ask. Here's last week's example: Our head of HR is engaged to be married as soon as his divorce becomes final. His intended is a woman in a technical support job that is graded one level below mine. On the same day we hear about the engagement, we learn that The Intended has been promoted to an analyst job three grades higher than mine. What an amazing coincidence. I can't stand these jerks anymore.
Happy Canada Day!
It's Canada Day, or as it is known in this igloo: Time to Paint the Front Porch Day.
Yesterday, the weather station threw me a curveball and announced it would NOT rain today, so I sped (well, sort of) off to Reno to buy wood stain for the front porch. Is it a sign of lengthy, too lengthy home ownership to be disoriented and lost when Reno no longer carries one's "brand" of wood stain. I was upset. I wanted my brand. No dice.
So I bought CIL instead. Seems okay. But it is oil-based. Strongly oil based. I wondered if some desperate person could come along and siphon the oil off my porch? It is so oil-based that if I was opening the can and using this stuff indoors I would be higher than Harold and Kumar by now. I'd even find their jokes funny probably.
Anyway, first coat is done. Second coat will be applied on the weekend. The exciting joys of summer. Still beats shovelling 20 cm of snow off the darn porch.
Yesterday, the weather station threw me a curveball and announced it would NOT rain today, so I sped (well, sort of) off to Reno to buy wood stain for the front porch. Is it a sign of lengthy, too lengthy home ownership to be disoriented and lost when Reno no longer carries one's "brand" of wood stain. I was upset. I wanted my brand. No dice.
So I bought CIL instead. Seems okay. But it is oil-based. Strongly oil based. I wondered if some desperate person could come along and siphon the oil off my porch? It is so oil-based that if I was opening the can and using this stuff indoors I would be higher than Harold and Kumar by now. I'd even find their jokes funny probably.
Anyway, first coat is done. Second coat will be applied on the weekend. The exciting joys of summer. Still beats shovelling 20 cm of snow off the darn porch.
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