Blog Song Of The Day:
Fallout Boy - Sugar, We're Going Down
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
I gotta say something.
First of all, you really need to know your venue. Sure, it might be important in Detroit, where everyone carries a handgun, to screen people entering a rock concert. It might be appropriate in that instance. But this is Saskatchewan. The rowdiest thing that might happen here is a drunken fist-fight. And I've seen drunk guys fight before. They are more of a danger to themselves than they are to anyone else.
But even if you deem it necessary to screen everyone entering the building, then for god sake hire some decent security. For all that they are doing, you might as well have no security, than what they had last night.
Here's the hyprocrisy of it. There's six million security staff at the arena for the Pearl Jam concert. (which kicked ass, by the way) But I can walk around like I own the place simply because I look like I know what I'm doing. I had no uniform. My clothing was not adorned with any security passes, or anything that indicated I was staff. And yet I was able to walk backstage with no problem. Security staff covering the entrances to the building did not ask me my purpose. I walked past two security check points and no one acknowledged that I should check with them. There was a nominal metal check at a door, but he didn't ask if I should be there. I wouldn't have had to sign in had I not chosen to, because nobody policed that either.
Hire all the security that you want but if they aren't going to do something, then you might as well have no security at all.
First of all, you really need to know your venue. Sure, it might be important in Detroit, where everyone carries a handgun, to screen people entering a rock concert. It might be appropriate in that instance. But this is Saskatchewan. The rowdiest thing that might happen here is a drunken fist-fight. And I've seen drunk guys fight before. They are more of a danger to themselves than they are to anyone else.
But even if you deem it necessary to screen everyone entering the building, then for god sake hire some decent security. For all that they are doing, you might as well have no security, than what they had last night.
Here's the hyprocrisy of it. There's six million security staff at the arena for the Pearl Jam concert. (which kicked ass, by the way) But I can walk around like I own the place simply because I look like I know what I'm doing. I had no uniform. My clothing was not adorned with any security passes, or anything that indicated I was staff. And yet I was able to walk backstage with no problem. Security staff covering the entrances to the building did not ask me my purpose. I walked past two security check points and no one acknowledged that I should check with them. There was a nominal metal check at a door, but he didn't ask if I should be there. I wouldn't have had to sign in had I not chosen to, because nobody policed that either.
Hire all the security that you want but if they aren't going to do something, then you might as well have no security at all.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
You know who I feel sorry for right now?
Farmers
Its gotta suck to watch a good crop come up in the field. Nice conditions in the spring and summer to grow a crop. First some rain, to get things going, and then a period of good, warm heat to ripen it and make it ready.
So they go out, like they always do. Cut down the straw and prepare for the harvest.
And then it rains.
A lot.
Inches at a time.
I don't know much about farming, but all those thick swathes that I used to see as I drove along, are awfully damn sad looking now. I hope they can salvage something from this season.
Farmers
Its gotta suck to watch a good crop come up in the field. Nice conditions in the spring and summer to grow a crop. First some rain, to get things going, and then a period of good, warm heat to ripen it and make it ready.
So they go out, like they always do. Cut down the straw and prepare for the harvest.
And then it rains.
A lot.
Inches at a time.
I don't know much about farming, but all those thick swathes that I used to see as I drove along, are awfully damn sad looking now. I hope they can salvage something from this season.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I need to complain about something. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter that much but it still pissed me off.
I'm going home for lunch today. If you take the road that goes in front of my office, you have to stop at Main Street for a stop sign. Main Street is the through-road, so both east and west roads must stop.
I do as instructed. I get to Main Street, and I come to a full and complete stop. I was there well before the idiot blonde in the car that was coming at me from the other side. And as there was no traffic coming in either direction on Main Street, I decided to make my left hand turn.
This twink blonde, in her selfish, indulgent way barely even acknowledges the stop sign, and plows right across the road in front of me. HELLO!?!!?! Turning left here!!!
Is it wrong to arm your vehicle with anti-tank weapons, for just such an occasion as this?
I'm going home for lunch today. If you take the road that goes in front of my office, you have to stop at Main Street for a stop sign. Main Street is the through-road, so both east and west roads must stop.
I do as instructed. I get to Main Street, and I come to a full and complete stop. I was there well before the idiot blonde in the car that was coming at me from the other side. And as there was no traffic coming in either direction on Main Street, I decided to make my left hand turn.
This twink blonde, in her selfish, indulgent way barely even acknowledges the stop sign, and plows right across the road in front of me. HELLO!?!!?! Turning left here!!!
Is it wrong to arm your vehicle with anti-tank weapons, for just such an occasion as this?