I've really had enough of people getting picked up in front of the grocery store.

What is with the arrogance of that? You can't walk your narrow, ugly ass a few steps across a parking lot to your car? You have to plug up the whole damn aisleway in front of the mall.

This just drives me nuts. They're doing construction in the Safeway at my local mall. Thus there is a lot of construction signs around, fences up and general confusion and mayhem. Plus, its a perfectly acceptable night and while a little cool, nothing that would prevent a lazy nitwit from walking across the parking lot.

But here's the asshole, waiting with her half filled shopping cart, for a pick up. Why!?! And here they come, in a big ol' Buick. And what's this? Stopping to pick up the arrogant bastard are we? And look, it creates a six car log-jam behind this pair of assholes who have to screw over the whole world because of their laziness.

Blog Joke Of The Day:

Two fish swim into a concrete wall.

The one turns to the other and says, "Dam!"

Things That Piss Me Off:

The phrase 'we are currently experiencing a higher than normal call volume"

No you're not. Why not just come clean and admit, we're too cheap to hire enough operators.

Upon further reflection, perhaps 'Snakes On A Plane' was not the best choice to watch on TV before going to bed.

You know, some people are just assholes.

I was at Midtown Plaza today. If you'll see yesterday's post you'll discover that I have learned that you can buy a U of S Huskie football jersey. I didn't have $100 cash on me at the game yesterday so I thought I'd try the Huskie store in the mall.

They didn't have any. But I digress . . .

I'm parked underground and I'm trying to get out. The underground parking at Midtown is a bit of a pain but I get turned around and head towards the exit. To do so I have to drive past the underground entrance into the mall. Thus begins our problem.

Some idiot woman is crossing in front of me to go into the mall. She has, in tow, her two daughters. If I were guessing I'd say they were 8 and 12. This is important because this retarded woman appeared to be chastising the two girls. I have NO idea why because the two girls appeared to be behaving admirably for having such a heinous bitch for a mother.

But I digress . . .

It is a relatively easy task to enter a mall. You cross the aisle-way left for cars to drive into and out of the mall, and then you enter through the doors. You don't even have to turn a knob because they have automatic doors. Seems simple.

This jackass couldn't complete the task.

So intent was she on castigating her children for some percieved and I would suggest spurious reason that the relatively simple task of walking in a straight line was beyond her. I don't know if she didn't notice me basically parked there, or didn't care, because she stepped right out in front of my truck. Because I'm not a complete asshole, I chose not to run her down. That may have been a mistake. So she walks out right in front of me BUT does not continue straight ahead to get out of my way. She kind of meanders around directly in front of me, while applying un-due pressure to the neck of her 12 year old daughter. Then, when it looks like she will finally get out of my way, she yanks the girls neck and pulls the whole troupe back, square in front of me again.

I seriously considered giving her the horn. It was that, or get out and beat the piss out of her. Either way it was probably better than she deserved. However, I did nothing, except write this blog post, and forever cast her into my group of inveterate assholes.

I did something unique this evening. I went to a U of S Huskies football game!

Things have changed a lot since I went to university. The stadium is at least 10X better than what it was when I was at the U of S. Its actually a nice place to go now. It looks inviting. Plus, with the big parkade as you walk in, the place looks like it knows what its doing. I have new respect for the program.

The game was great. The Huskies creamed the Golden Bears and its always fun to watch a game where your team dominates from front to back. We were in the east stands so the sun was in our eyes for the first half an hour of the game but that was only a minor inconvenience.

The experience was not without some disappointments however. First of all, and I can't overlook this, who was the idiot at Shaw Cable that was in charge of placing the scissor lift for the camera in the south end zone? That was beyond stupid. It was right in front of the scoreboard! How could you think that was a good idea!?!

They now sell Huskie football jerseys. That is a very welcome update. However, I have a problem. How can you charge $100 for an item and then only accept cash? Who walks around with $100 in their pocket!?!

College football referees suck. It was brutal. They couldn't get anything right. They must have called 40 penalties, and some of them were plain retarded. Among the biggest mistakes I noticed were:

- they couldn't remember where the guy landed and they changed the spot of the ball by three yards about three times before finally setting it down
- called the U of A offside when the Huskie quarterback pulled out from center without the ball

And finally, the public address announcer was a bit of a tool. He wasn't on his game either. On two occasions he called it a first down when it clearly wasn't. I think he needs more practice.

Despite the problems I had a good time. If you get a chance, go check out a game at Griffiths Stadium. Its worth the trip.

Blog Question Of The Day:

I went for my daily bike ride today. I finally remembered everything. I had my sweater. I got my stop watch out. Everything was going to be perfect.

I rode out from my house, past the wastewater treatment plant, along the Meewasin Trail to the park house at the end of Whiteswan. It was a fairly uneventful drive. There were only a handful of people out on the trail. I can't decide if it was the time of day or the general lack of warmth that kept the population down.

I was about halfway back when I noticed that the back end of my bike didn't feel right. It was like I was dragging along. I stopped and checked. My bike tire was going flat. This really sucked because it was still a long way from home. I started walking and the bike got even more odd in sensation. The tire was completely flat.

So I had a 30 minute (or so) walk home to consider my options. Its getting late in the season now. Is it work it to fix my bike tire or should I leave it for the spring?

Blog Song Of The Day:

Nickelback - Rockstar

NOTE:
Today's BSOTD was not chosen because its a great song. Actually, its kind of a mediocre song. You'll like it, but it'll get old really quickly. Today's BSOTD was chosen because it has an interesting video. Not interesting as in, really well produced and artistic. Interesting because it'll make you watch it more than once.

Its fascinating, in a way that it a little on the indulgent side. They had a whole bunch of people sing then song, and then its patched together as a series of very quick clips. The result is, a rapidly changing montage of different people going across the screen. That, alone, would not make it interesting. What makes it interesting is, about half the people are celebrities, and half are not. So you're constantly checking out, is this someone I should know? And if you have time to determine, yes this is a personality, then you have to, in the span of about a second and a half, figure out who it is. Its a very intriguing puzzle.

So there, go download the video and play the game I was playing today. Its fun in a way you're kind of embarassed to admit.

Blog Question Of The Day:

How GOD DAMN hard is it to make someone serve the whole of a measly 96 hour jail sentence!?!

Okay, we've got to talk about something. This kind of ridiculous behaviour has gone on for too long and we really need to put a stop to it.

Bike Idiots. Get off the road.

I get it. You think you're hip, and cool and all ecological because you're riding your high class bicycle to work. We're monsters because we motor along in our SUVs, sucking down precious gasoline and sucking down greasy McDonald's food while you peddle for your health. I get it. I totally do.

But here's something you need to understand. And I'll say it loud so you don't misunderstand. YOU ARE NOT A VEHICLE!!!

Get off the road you idiot! Fine, if you wanna ride on the street when you're in a residential section of the city I have no problem with it. In fact, its probably courteous because you won't get in the way of any pedestrians. But when you take your peddle-pushing ass out onto a major arterial roadway during rush-hour, I get my panties in a bunch. Get off the road you moron!

I'm trying to get to work on time in the morning and some jack-ass on his expensive mountain bike is riding right up the center of the lane on 51st Street. You jack-ass! Nor can I go around him, because like I said its rush-hour, so the street is jammed (as far as that goes in Saskatoon). Neither can the six cars behind me, for the exact same reason. So we're all brought to a snail's crawl because Captain Fantastic is going to save the world, one bike ride at a time.

Idiot.

Things That Piss Me Off:

I hate when I'm drinking from a frosty mug, and the cup gets just a little bit of frost on the bottom. It doesn't do anything to the drink, but its just clingy enough than when you set in on a terrycloth towel (designed to soak up the condensation) it grabs the cup every time you go to pick it up.

Blog Observation Of the Day:

They play entirely too much hip-hop/rap on PunchMuch. That, alone, I wouldn't mind so much, except the stuff getting votes is really awful.

Can someone explain this to me? Because I swear to Christ I need to understand this because it irritates me so much.

How is it that a woman can take her family to the air show. Its rained all night; the grounds are a wet, muddy disaster. Not to mention it's cool with a wind that can cut through you. The woman does the sensible thing and makes sure her young daughter is wearing good, sturdy shoes. Something comfortable, and warm, that will not result in sore, or wet feet after tromping around for hours in the mush that is the Saskatoon airport.

BUT, on her own feet, she wears a pair of what appears to be three year old, beat to hell, plastic corkboard, god damn FLIP FLOPS!!!!

Ahhh! Nothing like an air show to refresh your loathing for humanity!

Okay, I know what I want.

They played 'Can't Hardly Wait' on MuchMusic. I had to watch it because frankly, its one of the best movies ever. But I digress.

At the end of the movie, Amanda rushes to the train station to see Preston before he gets on the train to go to a workshop with Kurt Vonnegut. (Kurt Vonnegut!?!) But I digress.

They say their thing. Amanda has read the letter and Preston has finally gotten to speak his mind about the girl he wants. But he's leaving, and its awkward. She walks away and he steps to leave. Then he stops, thinks about it and runs for her.

Preston jumps in front of her, and tells Amanda he can catch a later train.

That's it, right there! The smile on Jennifer Love Hewitt's face when he says that. That, right there, is the moment I want. When someone smiles brightly enough to light up a room, just because I'll stay. That's the moment I want.

Things That Piss Me Off:

Do you know what pisses me off? What really gets me wound up to the point where I can’t even think straight I’m so agitated?

Microsoft Word

This piece of crap drives me to distraction. It wants so much to help me out with every single action I want to complete and yet at every turn it completely screws things up and does nothing right. For a program that tries so hard you’d think they’d get at least SOMETHING right.

I have two Word documents. They are proposals. One is an old one, and one is a new one. The new one is being created by changing another, different proposal that was about reverse osmosis. The new one is going to be about ultra-filtration. So I want to copy text from a really old proposal we did about ultra-filtration, into this new one.

I copy text FROM a Word document, into another Word document. Seems easy, right? Just Ctrl-C in one document and Ctrl-V into the second one. It should be identical, because it’s just one document to another. BUT NOOOOO!!!! Word, in its infinite %&$#ing wisdom decides that I couldn’t possibly want the same tabs and indentations that I had originally. Even though, the tabs and indentations of the document I am pasting INTO are exactly the same as the one I’m pasting FROM. Same to same, that makes no sense. So it pastes the selected text with no indentation, and tabbing that has its first one at the center of the page.

AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Why!?! Why is it so stupid? They say that insanity is repeating the same action, again and again, expecting a different result. Then I guess Word has made me insane. I get mad and I just keep deleting and retrying, over and over again. Somehow, in my fit of anger and rage I believe that somehow a wire has been crossed and Word couldn’t possibly be making this mistake on purpose. If I just try it again it will do what all logic and reason says that it should.

BUT NOOOOO!!!! At every turn it defies me, until I’m a screaming and ranting maniac in my office. I tear at my hair and look for something to pummel. This aggravates and annoys me to such an extent that I’m apoplectic. I need a cathartic release I am so enraged. So I write you an email, in hopes that I can calm down to a point of ration that makes it possible to work on this proposal more.

If you need me, I’ll be installing OpenOffice.

I am more convinced than ever that the entire voting population of the United States of America needs to watch the movie 'V for Vendetta'

Blog Song Of The Day:

The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - You Guardian Angel

Blog Question Of The Day:

Honestly, I know its a good song, and I like it too but, haven't we had enough of Rihanna and her Umbrella?

Have you ever watched a movie with Scarlett Johansson? I'm watching 'The Black Dahlia' and I'm noticing something that seems reflective of all of her movies. They photograph this girl in such a way that you get so wrapped up in how she looks that you really seem to forget that she's supposed to be playing a character. Thus you end up with this odd sensation of liking Scarlett Johansson but really having no recollection of what she contributed to the story.