Blog Question Of The Day:
(This one is just for the Saskatoon people. And I'm serious about this. I drove by tonight and couldn't remember for the life of me the name.)
What was the name of the hotel, across the street from the Barry, that was just as much of a dump?
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Things That Don't Make Sense:
People and wearing shorts. Today is not a nice day. This weather would be more common in Bangladesh than here. Its raining, HARD. Plus its not especially warm. The truck said 13 C. I go into KFC, almost sprinting to get in out of the driving rain. What do I find? Two idiots in T-shirts and board shorts, eating their chicken.
People and wearing shorts. Today is not a nice day. This weather would be more common in Bangladesh than here. Its raining, HARD. Plus its not especially warm. The truck said 13 C. I go into KFC, almost sprinting to get in out of the driving rain. What do I find? Two idiots in T-shirts and board shorts, eating their chicken.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I watched 'The Dukes of Hazzard' tonight. There was nothing else to do and it was on the movie channel. I have a few comments.
Why is the smart Duke boy the guy from Jackass?
How do you turn the original Uncle Jesse, and turn him into a reefer fiend?
Are Jessica Simpson's breasts real? They really don't look real in a lot of those outfits.
Speaking of Jessica Simpson, how could they have her play a smart Daisy Duke, as a stupid bimbo? And how do you do a bad job of being a blonde bimbo when you are, in fact, a blonde bimbo?
All in all, I was disappointed in the movie. They made phony caricatures of all the main players from the original show. They added components that didn't make any sense, and generally wasted what could have been a good premise. The movie could have done with better direction and a much tighter focus. I give it a C.
Why is the smart Duke boy the guy from Jackass?
How do you turn the original Uncle Jesse, and turn him into a reefer fiend?
Are Jessica Simpson's breasts real? They really don't look real in a lot of those outfits.
Speaking of Jessica Simpson, how could they have her play a smart Daisy Duke, as a stupid bimbo? And how do you do a bad job of being a blonde bimbo when you are, in fact, a blonde bimbo?
All in all, I was disappointed in the movie. They made phony caricatures of all the main players from the original show. They added components that didn't make any sense, and generally wasted what could have been a good premise. The movie could have done with better direction and a much tighter focus. I give it a C.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I really can't believe I have to get upset about this. In a world with a myriad of problems, from wars to famine to disease, why is THIS at the head of the news world.
Paris Hilton is out of jail after 5 days.
In an ordinary world, someone beating a drunk driving rap probably wouldn't be that big a deal. I'll be this kind of thing happens. Its a petty, minor crime so they sweep the person out of the way to make room for bigger problems.
The trouble is, Paris Hilton is a bigger problem.
You can NOT just sweep this girl aside to make room for harsher criminals. As this has proven, the whole world is going to hear about justice as it pertains to this spoiled debutante. And in the spirit of justice you HAVE to make her serve the whole sentence. And not even the pansy-ass 23 days reduced sentence. She needs to go back to jail for the FULL 45 days.
Why do I care about this? Why does anyone care about this? Because it is about justice. If you let her have electronic monitoring at home, or just wash the slate clean with her sentence, she gets away with it. And everyone gets to see that the law doesn't necessary apply. That can't happen. Maybe its 'unfair' that she gets singled out for punishment. But her place in society makes it so. Everyone sees her. So the letter of the law has to apply to her.
Celebrity is a double edged sword. It makes you famous and you're opened up to a world of privilege that the rest of the world will never see. But it also holds you to a standard. Because everyone is watching, you have to play by the rules. If you choose not to play by the rules, then the punishment can, and should, come down on your neck like the blade of a guillotine. If you KNOW that everyone is watching, why would you think you could get away with it?
Paris Hilton is out of jail after 5 days.
In an ordinary world, someone beating a drunk driving rap probably wouldn't be that big a deal. I'll be this kind of thing happens. Its a petty, minor crime so they sweep the person out of the way to make room for bigger problems.
The trouble is, Paris Hilton is a bigger problem.
You can NOT just sweep this girl aside to make room for harsher criminals. As this has proven, the whole world is going to hear about justice as it pertains to this spoiled debutante. And in the spirit of justice you HAVE to make her serve the whole sentence. And not even the pansy-ass 23 days reduced sentence. She needs to go back to jail for the FULL 45 days.
Why do I care about this? Why does anyone care about this? Because it is about justice. If you let her have electronic monitoring at home, or just wash the slate clean with her sentence, she gets away with it. And everyone gets to see that the law doesn't necessary apply. That can't happen. Maybe its 'unfair' that she gets singled out for punishment. But her place in society makes it so. Everyone sees her. So the letter of the law has to apply to her.
Celebrity is a double edged sword. It makes you famous and you're opened up to a world of privilege that the rest of the world will never see. But it also holds you to a standard. Because everyone is watching, you have to play by the rules. If you choose not to play by the rules, then the punishment can, and should, come down on your neck like the blade of a guillotine. If you KNOW that everyone is watching, why would you think you could get away with it?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
I don't even know if I can finish watching this game. The Stanley Cup on the line, because its gone if they lose, Ottawa came out and laid a big fat egg.
They needed a herculean effort, and they played like a bunch of weiners.
There are two moments, both from the third period, that really stand out for me as examples of why the Ottawa Senators lost this series.
The first was Anaheim's fifth goal. By my count that came on their 14th shot of the game. That's FIVE goals on 14 shots. You know, Stanley Cup or not, I think I could do almost that good. And nobody's paying me. I'd be doing it for pride.
Now I don't mean to say that Emery had a bad series. That couldn't be farther from the truth. For the most part I thought he played great. But its an example of how the TEAM played. When the chips were down and they had to play the best hockey of their lives, they mailed it in. They played like they ate huge bowls of oatmeal right before the game. Emery, who'd done all but stand on his head the whole series, plays like a slaughtered lamb and lets in 5 goals. That's not his game. But this was the BIG ONE and like the rest of his team-mates, he tanked it. That's why they didn't win. They had to be their absolute best, and they weren't even in their top 10 performances of the playoffs.
And the other example was the penalty shot. If there was a reason why Ottawa had no chance to win this playoff series, that penalty shot provides the example. What happened when he came down the ice? He juked three times, threw in a head fake, and tried to put the puck in on his backhand. But the puck squirted away harmlessly and the penalty shot was useless.
SHOOT THE BLOODY PUCK!!! You can't score if you don't shoot. And Ottawa didn't shoot. Time and again it was three passes, most around behind the net, and then flick it harmlessly off a blocking defenceman. Over and over again it was the same drill. Pass, pass, pass, turnover. And when they did shoot it was some useless shot from the point. Never in front, never banging away at the goalie, never with an open net to shoot at. Giguere had it easy because everyone else on the ice got hit with more rubber than he did. If you want to win, just blast away at the net 30 times. The law of averages says you'll score a few.
Defencemen shouldn't have the lead in shots on net. And that's what Ottawa tried to do. They got out shot, out skated, out hit, and out played. They lost because they were second best.
BOOOO!!!!!!!
They needed a herculean effort, and they played like a bunch of weiners.
There are two moments, both from the third period, that really stand out for me as examples of why the Ottawa Senators lost this series.
The first was Anaheim's fifth goal. By my count that came on their 14th shot of the game. That's FIVE goals on 14 shots. You know, Stanley Cup or not, I think I could do almost that good. And nobody's paying me. I'd be doing it for pride.
Now I don't mean to say that Emery had a bad series. That couldn't be farther from the truth. For the most part I thought he played great. But its an example of how the TEAM played. When the chips were down and they had to play the best hockey of their lives, they mailed it in. They played like they ate huge bowls of oatmeal right before the game. Emery, who'd done all but stand on his head the whole series, plays like a slaughtered lamb and lets in 5 goals. That's not his game. But this was the BIG ONE and like the rest of his team-mates, he tanked it. That's why they didn't win. They had to be their absolute best, and they weren't even in their top 10 performances of the playoffs.
And the other example was the penalty shot. If there was a reason why Ottawa had no chance to win this playoff series, that penalty shot provides the example. What happened when he came down the ice? He juked three times, threw in a head fake, and tried to put the puck in on his backhand. But the puck squirted away harmlessly and the penalty shot was useless.
SHOOT THE BLOODY PUCK!!! You can't score if you don't shoot. And Ottawa didn't shoot. Time and again it was three passes, most around behind the net, and then flick it harmlessly off a blocking defenceman. Over and over again it was the same drill. Pass, pass, pass, turnover. And when they did shoot it was some useless shot from the point. Never in front, never banging away at the goalie, never with an open net to shoot at. Giguere had it easy because everyone else on the ice got hit with more rubber than he did. If you want to win, just blast away at the net 30 times. The law of averages says you'll score a few.
Defencemen shouldn't have the lead in shots on net. And that's what Ottawa tried to do. They got out shot, out skated, out hit, and out played. They lost because they were second best.
BOOOO!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 02, 2007
I have a few comments about air travel.
Air Canada sucks. They suck! I can't believe how bad the quality is on an Air Canada service.
- They are almost always delayed. A perfect example is yesterday. Why are you booking a crew from an international flight as the next crew on a domestic flight? They have to clear customs. Idiots.
- The flights are uncomfortable. I couldn't believe how cramped the plane was to Calgary from Saskatoon. It was absurd. Then we fly a Dash 8 from Toronto to Milwaukee, a flight that became almost two hours long because of the reduced speed. Horrible.
- How can they allow for planes to leave from that shanty town that housed their regional flights from Toronto? That was pathetic. You're at the Toronto airport and the flights leave out of what looks like second-rate construction trailers. They should be ashamed of themselves.
- The pee cups you get for a 'complimentary' beverage are also embarassing. Its uncomfortable in there, with 100 people and recycled air, and all you offer me is a urine sample size of Coke?
About the only thing I felt Air Canada did right on their flights was the complimentary snack. They have upgraded to Oreo's. That was appreciated.
I have a question. I sat in the Toronto airport yesterday and watched three flights exit from my gate before it was my turn. How do they set flight numbers? Some have three digits, some have four. It all seems random. Is there a system? Do the numbers mean something?
You're in an airport. You're not at the beach. Wear some real shoes. Those god-damn flip-flops look ridiculous.
Why is it that, when faced with the prospect of boarding a plane, that people lose the ability to follow directions? They announce boarding by row. Only board according to row! This is not a hard concept! The whole POINT of it is to minimized the pissing around that happens on a plane when people board. People have to hydraulically lift their steamer trunk sized carry-on luggage into the overheard compartment. And every god damn person has to do this. If you follow the god-damn directions, then the people that are supposed to be at the back, can get to the back, and only piss off their fellow travellers at the back. When you don't follow directions, some ASSHOLE in row 5 gets on, and has to lever his freezer box carry-on into the overhead compartment. Meanwhile every other passenger on the plane is stuck behind this jack-ass, who's inevitably senile, or demented and can't figure out why it won't go into the compartment. So they fruitlessly jam on it while everyone behind him steams enough to melt the windows on the plane.
Back to Air Canada for a minute, although I suspect this is true for any large airline. Why can't you book your crew assignments so that its quick and convenient for the crew to make their departure? We, as travellers, are told to arrive 1 hour ahead of our flight time. And the crew jets in from Boston with 15 minutes to spare before they are supposed to get on the plane to Calgary. What the hell is that all about? The least you could do is make sure the flight is arriving into the same terminal they are supposed to depart from.
Why aren't there more clocks in the airport? I don't understand this at all. The whole place runs on an incredibly complex and tight schedule, and if your watch dies, you have no idea what the hell is going on. Or, and this is more common, you get off a long flight, in which you slept for part or all of it, and you're completely disoriented. You stumble out into the terminal and you need to know how long you have until you make your connecting flight. And there's no damn clock anywhere! I hate that. And this is even worse, you find a clock and its clearly the wrong time. I found that in Toronto. It was mid-afternoon and the clock said 10:45. Note to airports - get more clocks.
I have another complaint about the shanty town out at the back end of the Toronto airport. I thought it was called Terminal 1 but then yesterday the REAL terminal I was in was calling itself Terminal 1 so really I have no idea what that embarassment out in the weeds is really called. It doesn't matter, other than to again say that they should be ashamed of themselves. Moreso when you discover what they do to you.
I come off a regular flight from Calgary that disembarks into the real terminal. I follow all the signs, do the customs thing, including that STUPID pick up your bag to drop off your bag thing. My path through the airport ends at a sliding glass door that says that some 20 odd gates are outside. This makes no sense. The helpful union employee sitting in a chair by the door says you get on the bus. So I get on the bus. I thought nothing of that because I knew there was more than one terminal to the Toronto airport. What dismayed me was being taken out to the back end of NOWHERE to be dropped off at the shanty town of trailers that was the regional departure points for flights into, mostly, the US than Air Canada doesn't really care about. This might not be such a big deal EXCEPT that once you get out there, there is no services. There is ONE food stand and one news stand. And the price of a rather unappealing sandwich is NINE dollars!!!
This is more more of an observation than a comment but why is it that none of the border services people appear to be native born Canadians? I suppose its kind of ugly to notice. I passed through Canada Border Services (its not Customs anymore) a number of times in the past few days and there weren't any blonde haired/blue eyed people waving wands at me. Is there something about that particular wing of government service that doesn't appeal to average Canadians? Usually your ordinary citizen will step on his mother to work for the government.
And finally, leave it to the Saskatoon Airport to be the ONLY airport in my considerable travels where I had to wait for my checked luggage. Good job guys. Nice to see you really earning that union wage.
Air Canada sucks. They suck! I can't believe how bad the quality is on an Air Canada service.
- They are almost always delayed. A perfect example is yesterday. Why are you booking a crew from an international flight as the next crew on a domestic flight? They have to clear customs. Idiots.
- The flights are uncomfortable. I couldn't believe how cramped the plane was to Calgary from Saskatoon. It was absurd. Then we fly a Dash 8 from Toronto to Milwaukee, a flight that became almost two hours long because of the reduced speed. Horrible.
- How can they allow for planes to leave from that shanty town that housed their regional flights from Toronto? That was pathetic. You're at the Toronto airport and the flights leave out of what looks like second-rate construction trailers. They should be ashamed of themselves.
- The pee cups you get for a 'complimentary' beverage are also embarassing. Its uncomfortable in there, with 100 people and recycled air, and all you offer me is a urine sample size of Coke?
About the only thing I felt Air Canada did right on their flights was the complimentary snack. They have upgraded to Oreo's. That was appreciated.
I have a question. I sat in the Toronto airport yesterday and watched three flights exit from my gate before it was my turn. How do they set flight numbers? Some have three digits, some have four. It all seems random. Is there a system? Do the numbers mean something?
You're in an airport. You're not at the beach. Wear some real shoes. Those god-damn flip-flops look ridiculous.
Why is it that, when faced with the prospect of boarding a plane, that people lose the ability to follow directions? They announce boarding by row. Only board according to row! This is not a hard concept! The whole POINT of it is to minimized the pissing around that happens on a plane when people board. People have to hydraulically lift their steamer trunk sized carry-on luggage into the overheard compartment. And every god damn person has to do this. If you follow the god-damn directions, then the people that are supposed to be at the back, can get to the back, and only piss off their fellow travellers at the back. When you don't follow directions, some ASSHOLE in row 5 gets on, and has to lever his freezer box carry-on into the overhead compartment. Meanwhile every other passenger on the plane is stuck behind this jack-ass, who's inevitably senile, or demented and can't figure out why it won't go into the compartment. So they fruitlessly jam on it while everyone behind him steams enough to melt the windows on the plane.
Back to Air Canada for a minute, although I suspect this is true for any large airline. Why can't you book your crew assignments so that its quick and convenient for the crew to make their departure? We, as travellers, are told to arrive 1 hour ahead of our flight time. And the crew jets in from Boston with 15 minutes to spare before they are supposed to get on the plane to Calgary. What the hell is that all about? The least you could do is make sure the flight is arriving into the same terminal they are supposed to depart from.
Why aren't there more clocks in the airport? I don't understand this at all. The whole place runs on an incredibly complex and tight schedule, and if your watch dies, you have no idea what the hell is going on. Or, and this is more common, you get off a long flight, in which you slept for part or all of it, and you're completely disoriented. You stumble out into the terminal and you need to know how long you have until you make your connecting flight. And there's no damn clock anywhere! I hate that. And this is even worse, you find a clock and its clearly the wrong time. I found that in Toronto. It was mid-afternoon and the clock said 10:45. Note to airports - get more clocks.
I have another complaint about the shanty town out at the back end of the Toronto airport. I thought it was called Terminal 1 but then yesterday the REAL terminal I was in was calling itself Terminal 1 so really I have no idea what that embarassment out in the weeds is really called. It doesn't matter, other than to again say that they should be ashamed of themselves. Moreso when you discover what they do to you.
I come off a regular flight from Calgary that disembarks into the real terminal. I follow all the signs, do the customs thing, including that STUPID pick up your bag to drop off your bag thing. My path through the airport ends at a sliding glass door that says that some 20 odd gates are outside. This makes no sense. The helpful union employee sitting in a chair by the door says you get on the bus. So I get on the bus. I thought nothing of that because I knew there was more than one terminal to the Toronto airport. What dismayed me was being taken out to the back end of NOWHERE to be dropped off at the shanty town of trailers that was the regional departure points for flights into, mostly, the US than Air Canada doesn't really care about. This might not be such a big deal EXCEPT that once you get out there, there is no services. There is ONE food stand and one news stand. And the price of a rather unappealing sandwich is NINE dollars!!!
This is more more of an observation than a comment but why is it that none of the border services people appear to be native born Canadians? I suppose its kind of ugly to notice. I passed through Canada Border Services (its not Customs anymore) a number of times in the past few days and there weren't any blonde haired/blue eyed people waving wands at me. Is there something about that particular wing of government service that doesn't appeal to average Canadians? Usually your ordinary citizen will step on his mother to work for the government.
And finally, leave it to the Saskatoon Airport to be the ONLY airport in my considerable travels where I had to wait for my checked luggage. Good job guys. Nice to see you really earning that union wage.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I went to the bank today. I'm going to Wisconsin for a plant tour this week and I figured I should have some American money. In case I want to get a sandwich or need to pay for a cab. So I went to my bank for a withdrawal.
I go to the teller and first of all, the scanner machine didn't like my card. Why the hell do I have to use a scanner at the god damn teller? I'm standing right there! But no, we have to fuss with the stupid scanning machine for like 5 minutes, even though it clearly doesn't want to work.
It finally worked.
Anyway. . . I ask for $100 in American money. It seemed like a nice, round number. She goes and fetches the American money. She looks through it and says to me 'we only have $100 bills'.
WHAT in THEE hell is up with that!?!
Can someone explain to me why a bank would even KEEP $100 American bills? What practical purpose could this serve? People come into the bank and need $5's and $10's. Not hundreds! This is functionally useless. And yet, its all they had. So I had to take the stupid $100 bill, go to another bank, and change it into more usable denominations.
Sometimes the insanity of the world makes me want to smack my head.
I go to the teller and first of all, the scanner machine didn't like my card. Why the hell do I have to use a scanner at the god damn teller? I'm standing right there! But no, we have to fuss with the stupid scanning machine for like 5 minutes, even though it clearly doesn't want to work.
It finally worked.
Anyway. . . I ask for $100 in American money. It seemed like a nice, round number. She goes and fetches the American money. She looks through it and says to me 'we only have $100 bills'.
WHAT in THEE hell is up with that!?!
Can someone explain to me why a bank would even KEEP $100 American bills? What practical purpose could this serve? People come into the bank and need $5's and $10's. Not hundreds! This is functionally useless. And yet, its all they had. So I had to take the stupid $100 bill, go to another bank, and change it into more usable denominations.
Sometimes the insanity of the world makes me want to smack my head.
Monday, May 28, 2007
What's the deal with every website wanting to install a toolbar in my browser!?!
The first, and most egregious, of these things is the Google toolbar. Now I will grant, Google is the best thing to happen to internet search since, well, forever. But I don't need a god damn toolbar in my browser, screwing everything up, just so I can save one click.
Who doesn't have Google in their bookmarks? Anyone? Does having a TOOLBAR actually save us any real work? You click in the Google toolbar or you click your bookmark. Its about the same thing.
And no matter what site I go to, email, shopping, messaging, they all want to install a toolbar. Screw off with your toolbars!!! All they do is slow up performance and clog up the arteries of my computer with useless crap I'll never use. Toolbars are the Twinkies of the internet. Strangely appealing but likely to lead to a premature heart attack (or hard drive replacement)
Down with toolbars!!!
The first, and most egregious, of these things is the Google toolbar. Now I will grant, Google is the best thing to happen to internet search since, well, forever. But I don't need a god damn toolbar in my browser, screwing everything up, just so I can save one click.
Who doesn't have Google in their bookmarks? Anyone? Does having a TOOLBAR actually save us any real work? You click in the Google toolbar or you click your bookmark. Its about the same thing.
And no matter what site I go to, email, shopping, messaging, they all want to install a toolbar. Screw off with your toolbars!!! All they do is slow up performance and clog up the arteries of my computer with useless crap I'll never use. Toolbars are the Twinkies of the internet. Strangely appealing but likely to lead to a premature heart attack (or hard drive replacement)
Down with toolbars!!!
Well that pisses me off.
Ottawa has lost the first game of the 2007 Stanley Cup Finals. For two periods it didn't look like they would. There were some lapses but overall they had Anaheim under control.
Then they tanked the third period.
What the hell was that about? I swear, the effort in that third period looked like the pick-up teams we have on Friday afternoon hockey in the winter. It was terrible. I thought I could advance the puck farther up the ice than Ottawa did. I think they spent most of the first 15 minutes of that period in their own end. Did they even have a shot on net? It was retarded.
Which is only compounded by the fact that they poured it on after going down a goal. Obviously they were playing like idiots for some kind of reason. They could have won if they'd played all period like they did in the last 2 minutes.
I wish I understood how professional athletes can tank it so badly in a championship game.
Ottawa has lost the first game of the 2007 Stanley Cup Finals. For two periods it didn't look like they would. There were some lapses but overall they had Anaheim under control.
Then they tanked the third period.
What the hell was that about? I swear, the effort in that third period looked like the pick-up teams we have on Friday afternoon hockey in the winter. It was terrible. I thought I could advance the puck farther up the ice than Ottawa did. I think they spent most of the first 15 minutes of that period in their own end. Did they even have a shot on net? It was retarded.
Which is only compounded by the fact that they poured it on after going down a goal. Obviously they were playing like idiots for some kind of reason. They could have won if they'd played all period like they did in the last 2 minutes.
I wish I understood how professional athletes can tank it so badly in a championship game.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Things That Piss Me Off:
I went into Quizno's the other day. I was in a bit of a hurry because I was on my way to an event and I was late leaving because I'd forgotten to tend to my cat. That's a long story I won't go into.
Anyway, I'm in Quizno's and in a hurry. Usually its pretty quick. Pick your sandwich, they make it, and meet the food at the register. That's what usually happens. Not this day.
What the hell is wrong with people? I get to the order desk and here's this family of morons, clogging up the aisle. They're standing square in front of the order window and not a single one of them can figure out what they want. Except the kid, who knows what he wants, but his mother is telling him that he can't have it. Then there's the old woman who absolutely insists that she'll pay for her own sandwich. This is even though you don't PAY at the order desk!
I'm standing there fuming and this band of bumbling idiots are practically reading the entire Quizno's menu board. Which, I have noted at previous instances is not all that voluminious. Nevertheless, when three idiots are all reading it, in something akin to the 'round' we used to do in third grade music, the list gets pretty damn wrong.
These Captain Wizards finally manage to get their food ordered, but that's just where the fun starts. Now we re-visit the old woman's insistence that she pay for her own meal. Oh, we also have to add salads to our meal now. Christ only knows why because when they get the bill for these collections we have to get the stupid price itemized. And we have to argue, parent to child, about the relative merit of milk versus Coca-Cola. The whole fiasco seems neverending.
Rules:
1. Know what you want to order
2. If you don't know, get the hell out of the way of people that do.
3. Don't complain about the price
4. Don't change your order after she rings it up
5. And most important of all, if you're going to be an ASS in the sub store, don't make it such a cluster-bomb that no one else gets their sub delivered right either
I went into Quizno's the other day. I was in a bit of a hurry because I was on my way to an event and I was late leaving because I'd forgotten to tend to my cat. That's a long story I won't go into.
Anyway, I'm in Quizno's and in a hurry. Usually its pretty quick. Pick your sandwich, they make it, and meet the food at the register. That's what usually happens. Not this day.
What the hell is wrong with people? I get to the order desk and here's this family of morons, clogging up the aisle. They're standing square in front of the order window and not a single one of them can figure out what they want. Except the kid, who knows what he wants, but his mother is telling him that he can't have it. Then there's the old woman who absolutely insists that she'll pay for her own sandwich. This is even though you don't PAY at the order desk!
I'm standing there fuming and this band of bumbling idiots are practically reading the entire Quizno's menu board. Which, I have noted at previous instances is not all that voluminious. Nevertheless, when three idiots are all reading it, in something akin to the 'round' we used to do in third grade music, the list gets pretty damn wrong.
These Captain Wizards finally manage to get their food ordered, but that's just where the fun starts. Now we re-visit the old woman's insistence that she pay for her own meal. Oh, we also have to add salads to our meal now. Christ only knows why because when they get the bill for these collections we have to get the stupid price itemized. And we have to argue, parent to child, about the relative merit of milk versus Coca-Cola. The whole fiasco seems neverending.
Rules:
1. Know what you want to order
2. If you don't know, get the hell out of the way of people that do.
3. Don't complain about the price
4. Don't change your order after she rings it up
5. And most important of all, if you're going to be an ASS in the sub store, don't make it such a cluster-bomb that no one else gets their sub delivered right either
Friday, May 11, 2007
I did something stupid today. I drove into the gas station, parked it and got out. Only then did I discover that I was parked with my gas door on the wrong side.
Why is it that the location of the gas door not a standard feature on automobiles? Or, at the very least, that it can always be found on the same side? This is just stupid. I had a Chevrolet Trailblazer and it was on the driver's side. Now I have a Chevrolet Equinox and its on the passenger side.
This doesn't seem like it should be rocket surgery. Gas door is always on the left. Or the right. I don't care where they decide to put it. I just care that it should always be on the same side. I shouldn't have to think about this. The location of the gas door should be so predictable that its mere instinct to drive up to the pumps. It should be just like it was today. Drive up, park it, get out and start pumping. There shouldn't be that sheepish, oh crap moment when you have to back up and pull in to the other side.
Auto-makers - get on it!
Why is it that the location of the gas door not a standard feature on automobiles? Or, at the very least, that it can always be found on the same side? This is just stupid. I had a Chevrolet Trailblazer and it was on the driver's side. Now I have a Chevrolet Equinox and its on the passenger side.
This doesn't seem like it should be rocket surgery. Gas door is always on the left. Or the right. I don't care where they decide to put it. I just care that it should always be on the same side. I shouldn't have to think about this. The location of the gas door should be so predictable that its mere instinct to drive up to the pumps. It should be just like it was today. Drive up, park it, get out and start pumping. There shouldn't be that sheepish, oh crap moment when you have to back up and pull in to the other side.
Auto-makers - get on it!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I wish I could tell you I haven't blogged because I was doing something. I wish I could do that but I can't. I was doing something boring.
I was drafting.
I spent the week creating an intricately detailed 3D AutoCAD model of a unit we're going to construct for an upcoming project. It took me three full days. I did nothing but draft and sleep.
But now its donee. And oddly I feel a little hollow.
If you need me, I'll be here.
I was drafting.
I spent the week creating an intricately detailed 3D AutoCAD model of a unit we're going to construct for an upcoming project. It took me three full days. I did nothing but draft and sleep.
But now its donee. And oddly I feel a little hollow.
If you need me, I'll be here.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
This is f$%king weak!
I'm listening to Americans call the hockey game tonight; Ottawa versus New Jersey. I'm watching the CBC and I'm listening to a really weak effort in sports commentating by a couple of Americans on a channel that probably 0.01% of the the US population is watching.
Meanwhile, CBC is probably getting some of their highest viewership of the entire year.
How much do we really ask of the CBC? Nobody watches the stupid channel anymore. They've populated the schedule with unwatchable dreck that nobody likes. Its all culture crap that doesn't really speak to our culture. Somehow they're missing the boat.
But they have hockey.
Every spring the CBC gets huge ratings because they show hockey. Its the one Canadian cultural event that they get right. But tonight they aren't getting right.
I want a tax rebate for this. Why do we subsidize the CBC if they screw up the ONLY thing we ask of them every year!?! This is not acceptable. We can't let this go unpunished. The Parliament can get up in arms about a 17 month old hockey issue. Here's one that's fresh and new and truly offensive to every Canadian.
We want OUR hockey! Not the stupid, pathetic crap they peddle on backwater channels in the US. Get it right. Do it now. Make it true and free and Canadian.
Signed,
one pissed off Canadian
I'm listening to Americans call the hockey game tonight; Ottawa versus New Jersey. I'm watching the CBC and I'm listening to a really weak effort in sports commentating by a couple of Americans on a channel that probably 0.01% of the the US population is watching.
Meanwhile, CBC is probably getting some of their highest viewership of the entire year.
How much do we really ask of the CBC? Nobody watches the stupid channel anymore. They've populated the schedule with unwatchable dreck that nobody likes. Its all culture crap that doesn't really speak to our culture. Somehow they're missing the boat.
But they have hockey.
Every spring the CBC gets huge ratings because they show hockey. Its the one Canadian cultural event that they get right. But tonight they aren't getting right.
I want a tax rebate for this. Why do we subsidize the CBC if they screw up the ONLY thing we ask of them every year!?! This is not acceptable. We can't let this go unpunished. The Parliament can get up in arms about a 17 month old hockey issue. Here's one that's fresh and new and truly offensive to every Canadian.
We want OUR hockey! Not the stupid, pathetic crap they peddle on backwater channels in the US. Get it right. Do it now. Make it true and free and Canadian.
Signed,
one pissed off Canadian
Thursday, May 03, 2007
I was out for dinner in a restaurant with other people tonight. I made some observations.
First of all, this kid in town that works all these jobs, really needs to consider dropping his service career. He absolutely sucks at it. He can't remember anything. Keeps making mistakes, and ends up bringing the wrong stuff, and almost in the wrong order. I got my soup and then the Coke. What the hell is up with that?
People that are full tend to take smaller and smaller bites, the more full they get. Its as if you'll somehow magically be able to eat more, if each individual portion of it that you take is incrementally smaller.
When you're full of food you seem to want to drink more.
First of all, this kid in town that works all these jobs, really needs to consider dropping his service career. He absolutely sucks at it. He can't remember anything. Keeps making mistakes, and ends up bringing the wrong stuff, and almost in the wrong order. I got my soup and then the Coke. What the hell is up with that?
People that are full tend to take smaller and smaller bites, the more full they get. Its as if you'll somehow magically be able to eat more, if each individual portion of it that you take is incrementally smaller.
When you're full of food you seem to want to drink more.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Things That Piss Me Off:
What's the deal with these cell phone text message plans? I'm watching videos and they are just raining down the commercials like hellfire and damnation. Its annoying.
"Get the best Yo Mama jokes"
Who falls for this? I mean, come on! You can't honestly think they'll send this to you for free. Especially with that disclaimer at the bottom of the commerical, that is supposed to be unreadable. But I can read it and I was appalled at what it said.
$2.00 per message and a message a day. Do the math on that. Its gonna add up in a huge way. And I suppose someone is stupid enough to sign up for it, otherwise they wouldn't advertise.
Do yourself a favor, if you've been duped by this scheme. Cancel your account and get a new one with a different carrier. I suspect that's the only way to stop the string of 'You Mama' jokes that seemed like a good idea at the time.
What's the deal with these cell phone text message plans? I'm watching videos and they are just raining down the commercials like hellfire and damnation. Its annoying.
"Get the best Yo Mama jokes"
Who falls for this? I mean, come on! You can't honestly think they'll send this to you for free. Especially with that disclaimer at the bottom of the commerical, that is supposed to be unreadable. But I can read it and I was appalled at what it said.
$2.00 per message and a message a day. Do the math on that. Its gonna add up in a huge way. And I suppose someone is stupid enough to sign up for it, otherwise they wouldn't advertise.
Do yourself a favor, if you've been duped by this scheme. Cancel your account and get a new one with a different carrier. I suspect that's the only way to stop the string of 'You Mama' jokes that seemed like a good idea at the time.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Vancouver - 4
Dallas - 1
That ended exactly the way I wanted it to. And it would have been a shame for it to have ended any other way because Vancouver really did outplay Dallas through the middle to end of the game.
Now we rally together for round two. As patriotic Canadians we have two teams left to cheer for: Vancouver and Ottawa. Let's go!!!
Dallas - 1
That ended exactly the way I wanted it to. And it would have been a shame for it to have ended any other way because Vancouver really did outplay Dallas through the middle to end of the game.
Now we rally together for round two. As patriotic Canadians we have two teams left to cheer for: Vancouver and Ottawa. Let's go!!!
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
What in the HELL is an IED?
I ask this because they are forever mentioning that soldiers are being killed in Afghanistan by IED's. I wondered to myself, what the hell is an IED? I read the term, IED, all the time when I read reports of our efforts over there in that country. Soldiers are killed in their tank because they hit an IED. So what the hell is it?
Dictionary.com defines IED as:
WordNet - Cite This Source
WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.
Oh, so its a bomb.
So why in the HELL can't you just say BOMB!?!?!
When did it become inappropriate to call a bomb a bomb? It doesn't even take as many syllables to say bomb as it does to say I-E-D. So what the hell is the advantage of calling a bomb and IED!?!
The only possible explanation would be that you want to convey that its a crappy, homemade bomb. So just call it a homemade bomb. There's nothing gained by trying to say its an 'improvised explosive device'. That's just dressing up the obvious. Some guy wrapped up some nails and sharp rocks in a glass jar full of gas and fertilizer. Its not a good bomb, just some lethal junk put together and buried in the road. And all of that gets the fancy title of 'improvised explosive device'.
Its not an Improvised Explosive Device!!! Its a homemade bomb! Christ, just call it what it is. You make up a fancy description for something that's actually crude and ugly. Why polish a turd? A bomb is a bomb. A crappy bomb is a crappy bomb.
Just call it a bomb!!!
I ask this because they are forever mentioning that soldiers are being killed in Afghanistan by IED's. I wondered to myself, what the hell is an IED? I read the term, IED, all the time when I read reports of our efforts over there in that country. Soldiers are killed in their tank because they hit an IED. So what the hell is it?
Dictionary.com defines IED as:
WordNet - Cite This Source
| ied | |
noun | |
| an explosive device that is improvised [syn: improvised explosive device] |
WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.
Oh, so its a bomb.
So why in the HELL can't you just say BOMB!?!?!
When did it become inappropriate to call a bomb a bomb? It doesn't even take as many syllables to say bomb as it does to say I-E-D. So what the hell is the advantage of calling a bomb and IED!?!
The only possible explanation would be that you want to convey that its a crappy, homemade bomb. So just call it a homemade bomb. There's nothing gained by trying to say its an 'improvised explosive device'. That's just dressing up the obvious. Some guy wrapped up some nails and sharp rocks in a glass jar full of gas and fertilizer. Its not a good bomb, just some lethal junk put together and buried in the road. And all of that gets the fancy title of 'improvised explosive device'.
Its not an Improvised Explosive Device!!! Its a homemade bomb! Christ, just call it what it is. You make up a fancy description for something that's actually crude and ugly. Why polish a turd? A bomb is a bomb. A crappy bomb is a crappy bomb.
Just call it a bomb!!!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
I smell like ass.
Normally you wouldn't admit to that but this is something of a special case. The ass in question is not really ass at all. The smell of hot, fresh ass is actually the result of a pail of waste water from an oat processing plant. Turns out if you let it ferment for an week it turns into the smell we all know and don't love.
We were doing an experiment today. We had three samples of water from the previously mentioned oat processing plant that we wanted to filter, and then subsequently have the filtrate analyzed for water quality. We had a number of difficulties in achieving this purpose. The bulk of our problems revolved around pumps. As in, we couldn't find one that would pump water. That was exceedingly frustrating.
Back to the ass. . .
The last pail we wanted to filter was really rank. I mean, chase you from the room rank. And it was a big room. In fact, it chased several people from the room. Nonetheless, my partner Alain and I perservered. We had a mission. Lamentably, we were plagued by the previously mentioned pump problems. The problem being, the pump wouldn't move any water. After at least half an hour of fussing with it, in complete desperation, we took the discharge hose off the pump and tried to see if it would move water that way.
This, was a mistake.
The pump, without the discharge hose, would move water. Quite well actually. That might not be such a big deal except we were dealing with the previously mentioned ass-smelling water. A pump without a connected discharge hose will shoot water in an indiscriminant direction. In this case the direction was all over us. Thus we smelled like ass.
Which might not have been such a big deal except that, because of the nature of the water we were pumping, and the pump we had to use, this last sample took forever to filter enough water for our sampling purposes. While the first bottles took about an hour to fill our samples, this last, stinky, sample took SIX hours. We were at the office until midnight, filtering water with our little sample system. I like my job but I have my limits. Midnight on a long weekend is too long to stay at work.
Luckily a shower has washed the ass smell off me. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get the rest I've been craving since 5:00.
Normally you wouldn't admit to that but this is something of a special case. The ass in question is not really ass at all. The smell of hot, fresh ass is actually the result of a pail of waste water from an oat processing plant. Turns out if you let it ferment for an week it turns into the smell we all know and don't love.
We were doing an experiment today. We had three samples of water from the previously mentioned oat processing plant that we wanted to filter, and then subsequently have the filtrate analyzed for water quality. We had a number of difficulties in achieving this purpose. The bulk of our problems revolved around pumps. As in, we couldn't find one that would pump water. That was exceedingly frustrating.
Back to the ass. . .
The last pail we wanted to filter was really rank. I mean, chase you from the room rank. And it was a big room. In fact, it chased several people from the room. Nonetheless, my partner Alain and I perservered. We had a mission. Lamentably, we were plagued by the previously mentioned pump problems. The problem being, the pump wouldn't move any water. After at least half an hour of fussing with it, in complete desperation, we took the discharge hose off the pump and tried to see if it would move water that way.
This, was a mistake.
The pump, without the discharge hose, would move water. Quite well actually. That might not be such a big deal except we were dealing with the previously mentioned ass-smelling water. A pump without a connected discharge hose will shoot water in an indiscriminant direction. In this case the direction was all over us. Thus we smelled like ass.
Which might not have been such a big deal except that, because of the nature of the water we were pumping, and the pump we had to use, this last sample took forever to filter enough water for our sampling purposes. While the first bottles took about an hour to fill our samples, this last, stinky, sample took SIX hours. We were at the office until midnight, filtering water with our little sample system. I like my job but I have my limits. Midnight on a long weekend is too long to stay at work.
Luckily a shower has washed the ass smell off me. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get the rest I've been craving since 5:00.
Monday, April 02, 2007
by special request (and you know who you are)
Blog Quote Of The Day: (and its topical too!)
. . . from where I sit it appears that life can be absolutely, fucking, BRUTAL!!! I view life like a big desperate bear, loose in the campground. I try to avert its gaze, because if you lock eyes with it, it thinks you want to play, it doesn't know its own strength, and it just starts BEATING the living SHIT out of you! All in the name of good, clean kodiak fun.
Blog Quote Of The Day: (and its topical too!)
. . . from where I sit it appears that life can be absolutely, fucking, BRUTAL!!! I view life like a big desperate bear, loose in the campground. I try to avert its gaze, because if you lock eyes with it, it thinks you want to play, it doesn't know its own strength, and it just starts BEATING the living SHIT out of you! All in the name of good, clean kodiak fun.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Things That Piss Me Off:
It really gets on my nerves the way hotels charge you for internet access. You just know they are running a $24.95 broadband connection into the hotel, and then splitting it from there for each room. What is especially egregious is when they provide this in the form of wireless internet. They obviously didn't even go to the trouble of running cable to each room. They just put a DLink wireless access point somewhere central in the hotel and hope you can get enough signal in your room.
But what really galls me about this is the price they charge for the internet access. For the $24.95 they are PAYING to bring internet to the hotel, they are CHARGING me $12.94 per DAY! So, if I stay for two nights, and agree to their outrageous charges, then I personally have paid for their entire month of internet access. Everyone else could, and by rights should, get access for free. But they don't. Everyone else pays $12.95 too and the hotel rakes in a disgusting amount of money for doing absolutely nothing at all.
It really gets on my nerves the way hotels charge you for internet access. You just know they are running a $24.95 broadband connection into the hotel, and then splitting it from there for each room. What is especially egregious is when they provide this in the form of wireless internet. They obviously didn't even go to the trouble of running cable to each room. They just put a DLink wireless access point somewhere central in the hotel and hope you can get enough signal in your room.
But what really galls me about this is the price they charge for the internet access. For the $24.95 they are PAYING to bring internet to the hotel, they are CHARGING me $12.94 per DAY! So, if I stay for two nights, and agree to their outrageous charges, then I personally have paid for their entire month of internet access. Everyone else could, and by rights should, get access for free. But they don't. Everyone else pays $12.95 too and the hotel rakes in a disgusting amount of money for doing absolutely nothing at all.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
They have this new channel on Sirius now. Its called Lithium. Its supposed to be all 90's alternative and grunge rock. The stuff I grew up on. For my part they could throw in some Metallica too, but I guess that's not their mandate.
For some asinine reason they keep playing Cake. That crap wasn't good back in the 90's and it sure as hell isn't good now. They only had ONE song that got any radio airplay, and that one sucked ass anyway. Why they keep playing more crap from the same crappy band, I can no ascertain.
The point of this post is to make note of something that I think has been forgotten. Being a 90's alternative channel, they play a lot of Pearl Jam. A lot. Especially the first album, Ten. I've probably heard half the songs from that album now. And even though its 15 years later, they're still kick ass songs. As albums go, you can't really judge them by the collective anymore. An album seems to be, just a collection of singles in present day. But Ten was an album. And by my estimation, it has to be either the best, or one of the best, rock albums of my generation.
Take that for what its worth.
For some asinine reason they keep playing Cake. That crap wasn't good back in the 90's and it sure as hell isn't good now. They only had ONE song that got any radio airplay, and that one sucked ass anyway. Why they keep playing more crap from the same crappy band, I can no ascertain.
The point of this post is to make note of something that I think has been forgotten. Being a 90's alternative channel, they play a lot of Pearl Jam. A lot. Especially the first album, Ten. I've probably heard half the songs from that album now. And even though its 15 years later, they're still kick ass songs. As albums go, you can't really judge them by the collective anymore. An album seems to be, just a collection of singles in present day. But Ten was an album. And by my estimation, it has to be either the best, or one of the best, rock albums of my generation.
Take that for what its worth.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
If you like my blog then you'll probably like this site:
Ill Will Press
I especially like the one - 'Cell Phones and Car Ads'
Ill Will Press
I especially like the one - 'Cell Phones and Car Ads'
Friday, March 02, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
That's it. I've had it. Enough is enough already. I shoveled for an hour tonight to get my driveway clean. Its just about March for crying out loud! I have to push all the snow to the sidewalk in front of my yard, and then push it down the sidewalk to find a spot on my lawn I can toss it on to. What the hell is up with that?
I've have enough. I am at war with snow. Its me or the snow. One is going to break, and I swear it won't be me.
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
I've have enough. I am at war with snow. Its me or the snow. One is going to break, and I swear it won't be me.
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
The snow, the snow, the snow has got to go!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
I have to tell someone about this because it just pissed me off so much.
I left my computer on last night. I had a couple of songs queued up but they weren’t actively downloading, so I figured I’d leave the computer running and see if they came down overnight. I got up this morning and my computer had rebooted. Windows, in its infinite wisdom, had seen fit to grab a patch, install it, and then conveniently re-boot my computer. Because its so painfully obvious that I want to re-boot whenever Windows thinks its appropriate.
God do I hate that. I wish Windows was a person, so I could wrap my hands around its neck and throttle it. If my computer is on then its on for a reason. I don’t WANT to reboot every stupid time it does something. Install a program, download a patch, change a setting, these do NOT raise within me a spontaneous desire to reboot. I hate rebooting! I’ll do it when I want, not because Windows thinks it should be done.
In short, Windows sucks.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I can't believe how clueless some people are when they drive.
Not everyone will know where I'm talking about but bear with me. To come home I have to come south on Idylwyld. I turn off of this freeway at 51st Street to come home. Between where I enter Idylwyld and where I exit it, Highway 16 from North Battleford merges into traffic.
To exit at 51st Street I have to move into the outside RIGHT lane. This is the lane that belongs to traffic that is merging in from Highway 16. So, as the semi-trailer came up from Highway 16, I had to speed up to pull ahead of it, and be in my proper lane to exit the freeway.
This idiot in a car behind me also wanted to exit at 51st Street. However, rather than be courteous and speed up to be well ahead of the monster truck, he just signaled and idled across, RIGHT in front of the semi-trailer. I didn't even have to be in the cab to hear him curse.
Not everyone will know where I'm talking about but bear with me. To come home I have to come south on Idylwyld. I turn off of this freeway at 51st Street to come home. Between where I enter Idylwyld and where I exit it, Highway 16 from North Battleford merges into traffic.
To exit at 51st Street I have to move into the outside RIGHT lane. This is the lane that belongs to traffic that is merging in from Highway 16. So, as the semi-trailer came up from Highway 16, I had to speed up to pull ahead of it, and be in my proper lane to exit the freeway.
This idiot in a car behind me also wanted to exit at 51st Street. However, rather than be courteous and speed up to be well ahead of the monster truck, he just signaled and idled across, RIGHT in front of the semi-trailer. I didn't even have to be in the cab to hear him curse.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
I have a question.
Do drinking straws really need to be individually wrapped? Yes, I know, its a hygiene thing. I understand the generic reason behind individually wrapping the straws. That's not my question. What I want to know is do we actually NEED that?
We seem to study any and every inane thing on the planet so I wanted to know, did someone do a study and determine that massive amounts of people were getting ill from germs acquired from drinking straws? It seems like a bit of a stretch to me that we might be passing germs on drinking straws. Only take one and don't share it. It seems pretty logical to me.
Do germs even last on a plastic drinking straw? I thought part of the point of a plastic straw was that it was fairly antiseptic. Am I wrong about this? It seems that everywhere I go, the straws are all individually wrapped. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't so damn hard to get the straw out of the wrapping. But the inordinate amount of time I've been needing to get at my straw has made me ask, do we really need this? Is society being advanced by drinking straw condoms? Is there value for the money here?
Inquiring minds want to know . . .
Do drinking straws really need to be individually wrapped? Yes, I know, its a hygiene thing. I understand the generic reason behind individually wrapping the straws. That's not my question. What I want to know is do we actually NEED that?
We seem to study any and every inane thing on the planet so I wanted to know, did someone do a study and determine that massive amounts of people were getting ill from germs acquired from drinking straws? It seems like a bit of a stretch to me that we might be passing germs on drinking straws. Only take one and don't share it. It seems pretty logical to me.
Do germs even last on a plastic drinking straw? I thought part of the point of a plastic straw was that it was fairly antiseptic. Am I wrong about this? It seems that everywhere I go, the straws are all individually wrapped. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't so damn hard to get the straw out of the wrapping. But the inordinate amount of time I've been needing to get at my straw has made me ask, do we really need this? Is society being advanced by drinking straw condoms? Is there value for the money here?
Inquiring minds want to know . . .
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
You know, I try to suffer people with a smile. Even though on a regular basis they frustrate and annoy me. But there are times when no amount of gentle patience will make you ignore someone's idiocy.
This pinhead (and I use the word accurately) comes up to the bar tonight and wants a double rye. I don't phrase this as, asks for a double rye, he all but demanded it. We are not allowed to serve doubles. Its in the liquor license for the building. The actual text of the statement is something like, drinks must not contain more than 5% by volume. Even the biggest of lunkheads should be able to do the math that a 40% by volume rye whiskey needs to be diluted with something to make it a 5% alcoholic drink.
Of course this jackass is completely self-absorbed and won't see his way clear to understand the rules. He's an alcoholic idiot and wants a double shot of rye with nothing to get in the way of his liver being shriveled to something resembling a prune. He wants what he wants and we're supposed to accomodate him, despite the rules.
My first question is, if you're this much of a drunkard, why not stay home and drink the damn Jack Daniels straight from the bottle, like any other reasonable person might drink a Gatorade? If your life is so predicated on the consumption of alcohol in extreme volumes, then please do us a favor and lock yourself in and get the death by alcohol finished. Spare us the abrasiveness of your panting fury for alcohol.
What I can't grasp, and will probably struggle with until the day I die, is how you can behave as if the rules don't apply to you. The principle of the 'mixed drink' was plainly explained to him, including the percent by volume. Still he persisted in the absurd rationale that we should ignore the 'rules' because he wanted a pair of double whiskeys. Why!?! How come this was so damnably important to him? Why couldn't he drink a drink like a normal person.
And this happens all the time. Its not contained to this one, specific incident. Lots of people come up and immediately ask for a double. These individuals too, are habitual drunks that should really look into their behaviour before much longer passes. However the majority of people that ask for a double will acquiesce and accept the two singles in compensation. But every once in awhile a belligerent idiot will come along and insist that he should be granted a double shot of alcohol in a single cup. And this insistence will persist beyond all reason. I don't get it and I doubt I will ever understand.
P.S. And for the record, the concert sucked ass.
This pinhead (and I use the word accurately) comes up to the bar tonight and wants a double rye. I don't phrase this as, asks for a double rye, he all but demanded it. We are not allowed to serve doubles. Its in the liquor license for the building. The actual text of the statement is something like, drinks must not contain more than 5% by volume. Even the biggest of lunkheads should be able to do the math that a 40% by volume rye whiskey needs to be diluted with something to make it a 5% alcoholic drink.
Of course this jackass is completely self-absorbed and won't see his way clear to understand the rules. He's an alcoholic idiot and wants a double shot of rye with nothing to get in the way of his liver being shriveled to something resembling a prune. He wants what he wants and we're supposed to accomodate him, despite the rules.
My first question is, if you're this much of a drunkard, why not stay home and drink the damn Jack Daniels straight from the bottle, like any other reasonable person might drink a Gatorade? If your life is so predicated on the consumption of alcohol in extreme volumes, then please do us a favor and lock yourself in and get the death by alcohol finished. Spare us the abrasiveness of your panting fury for alcohol.
What I can't grasp, and will probably struggle with until the day I die, is how you can behave as if the rules don't apply to you. The principle of the 'mixed drink' was plainly explained to him, including the percent by volume. Still he persisted in the absurd rationale that we should ignore the 'rules' because he wanted a pair of double whiskeys. Why!?! How come this was so damnably important to him? Why couldn't he drink a drink like a normal person.
And this happens all the time. Its not contained to this one, specific incident. Lots of people come up and immediately ask for a double. These individuals too, are habitual drunks that should really look into their behaviour before much longer passes. However the majority of people that ask for a double will acquiesce and accept the two singles in compensation. But every once in awhile a belligerent idiot will come along and insist that he should be granted a double shot of alcohol in a single cup. And this insistence will persist beyond all reason. I don't get it and I doubt I will ever understand.
P.S. And for the record, the concert sucked ass.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
We're going to start a new feature on my blog. It will be called:
The Hockey Report
In hockey news today, I had two goals and two assists. Both were in the second half of today's hockey game. My second goal was especially good as I wired the shot in from the right face-off circle.
In summation:
2 goals - 2 assists
The Hockey Report
In hockey news today, I had two goals and two assists. Both were in the second half of today's hockey game. My second goal was especially good as I wired the shot in from the right face-off circle.
In summation:
2 goals - 2 assists
Monday, January 01, 2007
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Man its depressing when you realize that something you started, and used to really like, has gone withered and sad with age.
I tried to price a computer for someone tonight. I was $800 for something that was really pretty basic. Meanwhile the Dell ads on TV promise to sell you a computer for $400. That's a huge gap.
It makes me want to give up. I used to like selling computers but how do you compare against that? I guess you just get out of the, low budget, computer market. We can still do alright on the power systems, where the person being quoted wants brand name parts. But the era of selling a computer to anyone appears to be over.
This makes me sad. Maybe it shouldn't but it does. I hate having to reflect on my existence.
If you need me I'll be in the corner, staring at the dot on the ceiling.
I tried to price a computer for someone tonight. I was $800 for something that was really pretty basic. Meanwhile the Dell ads on TV promise to sell you a computer for $400. That's a huge gap.
It makes me want to give up. I used to like selling computers but how do you compare against that? I guess you just get out of the, low budget, computer market. We can still do alright on the power systems, where the person being quoted wants brand name parts. But the era of selling a computer to anyone appears to be over.
This makes me sad. Maybe it shouldn't but it does. I hate having to reflect on my existence.
If you need me I'll be in the corner, staring at the dot on the ceiling.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I'm watching PunchMuch, like I do quite often these days. Its actually a good place to leave the TV if you don't know what else to watch. You get to hear popular music and I find its a good way to learn what I should download for my MP3 collection.
I'm watching this channel and one of the songs to come up is:
Jojo - How To Touch A Girl
Sounds kind of pornographic, does it? It certainly seems more graphic than you'd expect to get from your average teen starlet chanteuse. Unless its Christina Aguilera.
Turns out its not as salacious as it seems. The gist of it is, she suggests that you do all the 'nice guy' things if you want to 'touch' a girl. Nice advice but frankly, I've never found it that successful. In truth, the audacious approach of actually attempting to 'touch' the girl seems more successful, on the balance of probabilities.
I gues that's what I get for taking advice from a 16 year old girl's song.
I'm watching this channel and one of the songs to come up is:
Jojo - How To Touch A Girl
Sounds kind of pornographic, does it? It certainly seems more graphic than you'd expect to get from your average teen starlet chanteuse. Unless its Christina Aguilera.
Turns out its not as salacious as it seems. The gist of it is, she suggests that you do all the 'nice guy' things if you want to 'touch' a girl. Nice advice but frankly, I've never found it that successful. In truth, the audacious approach of actually attempting to 'touch' the girl seems more successful, on the balance of probabilities.
I gues that's what I get for taking advice from a 16 year old girl's song.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Things That Piss Me Off:
I was driving home today and they played an ad for the radio station. I was listening to ROCK 102 FM and they professed to have the world's largest ROCK library. They made sure to mention this several times during the 30 second spot.
Afterwards they cut to the music. They played Supertramp.
AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
I was driving home today and they played an ad for the radio station. I was listening to ROCK 102 FM and they professed to have the world's largest ROCK library. They made sure to mention this several times during the 30 second spot.
Afterwards they cut to the music. They played Supertramp.
AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
Monday, December 18, 2006
I just don't understand people. They make no sense. I'm back to the grocery store thing. I know, you're probably tired of my grocery store observations but I have another one.
I pull into the lot, drive past the front doors and turn down one of the aisles. I see a spot and I grab it, although there was another one that could be argued was better. I walk towards the door and I notice this white car that I'd passed on the way past the front doors.
This idiot was cruising exactly two of the multiple aisles in front of the grocery store. They just HAD to park in the aisles directly in front of the door.
What is this madness? I drove a couple of aisles passed the front door, and found a spot three stalls from the fire lane. This moron was obviously surfing the major two aisles for open stalls and finding none.
Here's a tip. Drive to the store. Pick ANY aisle. Find a spot. Park and walk to the grocery store. Its really not that far.
I pull into the lot, drive past the front doors and turn down one of the aisles. I see a spot and I grab it, although there was another one that could be argued was better. I walk towards the door and I notice this white car that I'd passed on the way past the front doors.
This idiot was cruising exactly two of the multiple aisles in front of the grocery store. They just HAD to park in the aisles directly in front of the door.
What is this madness? I drove a couple of aisles passed the front door, and found a spot three stalls from the fire lane. This moron was obviously surfing the major two aisles for open stalls and finding none.
Here's a tip. Drive to the store. Pick ANY aisle. Find a spot. Park and walk to the grocery store. Its really not that far.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Things That Piss Me Off:
If I make the effort to go out and purchase my own copy of a movie on DVD then
I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO WATCH PREVIEWS!!!
What the hell is the deal with that? I purchase a copy of Clerks II and there's 10 minutes of previews and ads before the movie. Fine, put them there but don't make me have to hit, next scene over and over again. I paid for the MOVIE not the promotional opportunity for the film industry.
In summation, movie trailers equal bad. Remember it.
If I make the effort to go out and purchase my own copy of a movie on DVD then
I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO WATCH PREVIEWS!!!
What the hell is the deal with that? I purchase a copy of Clerks II and there's 10 minutes of previews and ads before the movie. Fine, put them there but don't make me have to hit, next scene over and over again. I paid for the MOVIE not the promotional opportunity for the film industry.
In summation, movie trailers equal bad. Remember it.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Things That Piss Me Off:
I really hate these people that have to be either dropped off, or picked up, right at the door to the grocery store. It is not that cold and/or inclement that you can't walk the 100 feet from what's actually a very good parking spot, relatively speaking.
But no, you're a spoiled, sissified little twerp that couldn't bare to brave the cold or now. You have to completely clog up the entire pathway in front of the grocery store. Because you, in your vanity and self indulgence, just have to walk no further than from the edge of the sidewalk to the door. Its surprising to the 100th degree that you would even condescend to do your own grocery shopping. Heaven forbid you mingle with us, the sad, pathetic unwashed masses that have to procure and prepare our own meals.
Get off your crystal pony princess, and walk in the snow with the rest of us. Your sad, pathetic vanity is making me retch.
I really hate these people that have to be either dropped off, or picked up, right at the door to the grocery store. It is not that cold and/or inclement that you can't walk the 100 feet from what's actually a very good parking spot, relatively speaking.
But no, you're a spoiled, sissified little twerp that couldn't bare to brave the cold or now. You have to completely clog up the entire pathway in front of the grocery store. Because you, in your vanity and self indulgence, just have to walk no further than from the edge of the sidewalk to the door. Its surprising to the 100th degree that you would even condescend to do your own grocery shopping. Heaven forbid you mingle with us, the sad, pathetic unwashed masses that have to procure and prepare our own meals.
Get off your crystal pony princess, and walk in the snow with the rest of us. Your sad, pathetic vanity is making me retch.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Bar people annoy me.
I'm out with friends last night and we're sitting beside this amusement machine. I just didn't find it all that amusing. It was a variation on the typical 'strongman' game. This particular version had the strongman smack a punching bag on a short string. The object being, the harder you hit it, the stronger you were.
Is this really necessary? First of all, anyone that played this game was solidly drunk. Right off the bat they aren't going to score well. Plus this opens up the very likely possibility of some idiot completely missing the target ad smashing his hand into the cast iron of the rest of the machine.
And these winners that actually play the game. Every one of them is red in the face from too many beer. They hit the bag with such expectation. And every one of them, without variation, almost falls on his drunk face because he steps into the punch with such force. I swear some of them were inches from careening face first into a chair from swinging so hard. Then the numbers scroll up, they're a big loser, and they have to walk back, shame faced, to their group of fellow drunkards.
And while we're at it, does the machine itself have to be so annoying? I'm sitting a few feet from this machine but I really don't think it should sound like the roof is going to come down on my head. I know the point of the game is to rattle this things cage but I'm a non-interested bystander. Can we please dull the cacophony so I can enjoy my Pepsi in peace?
I'm out with friends last night and we're sitting beside this amusement machine. I just didn't find it all that amusing. It was a variation on the typical 'strongman' game. This particular version had the strongman smack a punching bag on a short string. The object being, the harder you hit it, the stronger you were.
Is this really necessary? First of all, anyone that played this game was solidly drunk. Right off the bat they aren't going to score well. Plus this opens up the very likely possibility of some idiot completely missing the target ad smashing his hand into the cast iron of the rest of the machine.
And these winners that actually play the game. Every one of them is red in the face from too many beer. They hit the bag with such expectation. And every one of them, without variation, almost falls on his drunk face because he steps into the punch with such force. I swear some of them were inches from careening face first into a chair from swinging so hard. Then the numbers scroll up, they're a big loser, and they have to walk back, shame faced, to their group of fellow drunkards.
And while we're at it, does the machine itself have to be so annoying? I'm sitting a few feet from this machine but I really don't think it should sound like the roof is going to come down on my head. I know the point of the game is to rattle this things cage but I'm a non-interested bystander. Can we please dull the cacophony so I can enjoy my Pepsi in peace?