Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Were you ever just sitting around, kinda bored, and you got an idea into your head? Nothing bizarre or strange, just something that seemed like a good idea? But it got stuck there and you couldn't get it out until you satisfied the notion?
That happened to me today. I was sitting in French class and I got hungry. Which led me to think, I'd like one of those wrap sandwiches like I've had before. This necessitated a trip to Subway.
Did you ever go to Subway, later in the night, privately expecting it to be a quick and painless experience? Then you see a line and you're secretly disappointed and a little bit annoyed? That also happened to me today.
But, as I opened this post, I had a craving in me for a wrap from Subway so just walking away wasn't an option. Nevertheless it was one of the most painful Subway experiences of my life.
Is this what we've degenerated to? Is this all we have left for staff to work at Subway? I don't fault the poor woman who was trying to make all these subs. She's an immigrant. She's just trying to do the best she can. But who is the BLOODY asshole that stranded this woman alone in the Subway? She clearly couldn't handle working by herself. This was painfully obvious. It took me 5 minutes to get my sandwich AFTER I got to the front of the line. I probably stood in line for 20 minutes before I made it to the counter.
And it wasn't that busy. There was 4 people in front of me. That's assuming you count the smug, fur trading little bitches that were at the front of the line as one group. I have a lot of choice words for those two rug munching little whores. Let's leave it at, they deserved to have their designer haute cuisine Subway SANDWICHES jammed straight up the v-notch and left to cause a nasty yeast infection.
Back to the line. Its like watching a train wreck. You don't wanna look but you can't help yourself. Everything is moving so slowly that all you can do is watch the carnage. And that's what it was. This poor, immigrant woman is trying her very best to make a half dozen sandwiches. Either she's new to this, hasn't been well trained, or this just isn't her calling in life. Nevertheless she was slow on a glacial scale. And everyone is getting pissed. But you can't do anything to help her because she's the only Subway employee and we're just hungry sandwich eaters. It just so, bloody SAD.
So here's to you manager of Subway. I hope you choke on your blood sausage tonight. Your staffing decision is inexcusable.
That happened to me today. I was sitting in French class and I got hungry. Which led me to think, I'd like one of those wrap sandwiches like I've had before. This necessitated a trip to Subway.
Did you ever go to Subway, later in the night, privately expecting it to be a quick and painless experience? Then you see a line and you're secretly disappointed and a little bit annoyed? That also happened to me today.
But, as I opened this post, I had a craving in me for a wrap from Subway so just walking away wasn't an option. Nevertheless it was one of the most painful Subway experiences of my life.
Is this what we've degenerated to? Is this all we have left for staff to work at Subway? I don't fault the poor woman who was trying to make all these subs. She's an immigrant. She's just trying to do the best she can. But who is the BLOODY asshole that stranded this woman alone in the Subway? She clearly couldn't handle working by herself. This was painfully obvious. It took me 5 minutes to get my sandwich AFTER I got to the front of the line. I probably stood in line for 20 minutes before I made it to the counter.
And it wasn't that busy. There was 4 people in front of me. That's assuming you count the smug, fur trading little bitches that were at the front of the line as one group. I have a lot of choice words for those two rug munching little whores. Let's leave it at, they deserved to have their designer haute cuisine Subway SANDWICHES jammed straight up the v-notch and left to cause a nasty yeast infection.
Back to the line. Its like watching a train wreck. You don't wanna look but you can't help yourself. Everything is moving so slowly that all you can do is watch the carnage. And that's what it was. This poor, immigrant woman is trying her very best to make a half dozen sandwiches. Either she's new to this, hasn't been well trained, or this just isn't her calling in life. Nevertheless she was slow on a glacial scale. And everyone is getting pissed. But you can't do anything to help her because she's the only Subway employee and we're just hungry sandwich eaters. It just so, bloody SAD.
So here's to you manager of Subway. I hope you choke on your blood sausage tonight. Your staffing decision is inexcusable.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
When I was flying home last week, I had my Playstation Portable in my coat pocket. I was playing football in the terminal and I didn’t finish the game, so I just put the PSP in my pocket so I could get on the plane, get seated, and finish the game. Well I had Row 2 so there was no, beneath the seat ahead of you, spot and I had to put my backpack in the overhead bin. The consequence of all this is, when I finished my game of football, the only place I had to store my PSP was back in my coat pocket.
The problem with this is, I don’t have deep pockets on that coat. When the plane took off, and banked up hard, all the stuff in my pockets fell out, including my phone and PSP. The PSP ended up three rows back and towards the aisle, so it made quite the trek just falling out of my pocket.
I mention all of this because, in falling out of my pocket and skidding across the plane, one of the little buttons on it fell off and was irretrievably lost. My PSP is fine, and I can play all the games okay. It’s just missing this button.
Cut to today, when I drove around Saskatoon trying to find a store that could sell me a replacement for this button that I could just, stick on, and go back to playing as if the airplane incident never happened. I went to EB Games, which I thought was my best bet. No luck. I went to the Sony Store. He said I was SOL and should try calling Sony and he gave me the number. I went to Toys’R’Us too and asked there, because I was buying my nephew a birthday present anyway. The guy sympathized but couldn’t help either.
So I call Sony. First of all I went through automated phone service HELL. Eventually I get a service guy. I explain to him my problem. I lost the little button that goes on the joystick of my PSP. How can I get a new one?
He asks me a bunch of questions, is anything broken off, is the PSP damaged, and so on. I answer no to everything. I just lost the little button on my PSP. Can I please have any another one?
He puts me on hold for a minute. When he comes back he tells me:
They can not send me a replacement for this little button. I would have to send the WHOLE unit in for service. They don’t have replacement buttons for people to buy. My PSP would have to be discarded, and I would be issued a full replacement unit. To do all of this would cost $79.95 plus GST for a grand total of $82.95.
$83 to replace the stupid button on my PSP. Oh, and he got the province that I live in wrong THREE damn times!!
The problem with this is, I don’t have deep pockets on that coat. When the plane took off, and banked up hard, all the stuff in my pockets fell out, including my phone and PSP. The PSP ended up three rows back and towards the aisle, so it made quite the trek just falling out of my pocket.
I mention all of this because, in falling out of my pocket and skidding across the plane, one of the little buttons on it fell off and was irretrievably lost. My PSP is fine, and I can play all the games okay. It’s just missing this button.
Cut to today, when I drove around Saskatoon trying to find a store that could sell me a replacement for this button that I could just, stick on, and go back to playing as if the airplane incident never happened. I went to EB Games, which I thought was my best bet. No luck. I went to the Sony Store. He said I was SOL and should try calling Sony and he gave me the number. I went to Toys’R’Us too and asked there, because I was buying my nephew a birthday present anyway. The guy sympathized but couldn’t help either.
So I call Sony. First of all I went through automated phone service HELL. Eventually I get a service guy. I explain to him my problem. I lost the little button that goes on the joystick of my PSP. How can I get a new one?
He asks me a bunch of questions, is anything broken off, is the PSP damaged, and so on. I answer no to everything. I just lost the little button on my PSP. Can I please have any another one?
He puts me on hold for a minute. When he comes back he tells me:
They can not send me a replacement for this little button. I would have to send the WHOLE unit in for service. They don’t have replacement buttons for people to buy. My PSP would have to be discarded, and I would be issued a full replacement unit. To do all of this would cost $79.95 plus GST for a grand total of $82.95.
$83 to replace the stupid button on my PSP. Oh, and he got the province that I live in wrong THREE damn times!!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Things That Piss Me Off
Why do windshield wipers have to come in 1500 different sizes/types/variations? What possible purpose does it serve to make me stand in front of a wall filled with windshield wiper replacement blades and have NO BLOODY CLUE which one I should buy?
I mean honestly, can't we pare this down a bit? Is it REALLY necessary to have them available in lengths from 12" to 28" with every possible increment in between? I swear I saw some that were at half inch increments. What purpose does this serve?
In 100+ years of automotive innovation, no one has thought to standardize the size of the damn windshield wipers? I find this bordering on farcical. I have a shredded windshield wiper. I would like to buy a replacement. Why do I have to study a book larger than the text for an introductory physics class to figure out which one I need?
And on that note, why can't they even standardize on one size for a particular model of vehicle? What the hell is this need to know the year of my vehicle too!?! Okay, I'm a jackass and didn't research this ahead of time. I have to consult the book. I try and look something up in this infernal, blasted thing and I have to know about 96 god damn configuration options for my vehicle, just to buy damn wipers. What the hell is this garbage!?!
I gave up. It was just too annoying. I'll sit down, do the doctoral thesis worth of research required to buy wiper blades, from home tonight. I'm sure this will require a computer, Google searches, and probably reference to an arcane auto parts site I'll find in a deep, dark corner of the internet, visited only by porn crawling bots and men of dubious morality.
Why do windshield wipers have to come in 1500 different sizes/types/variations? What possible purpose does it serve to make me stand in front of a wall filled with windshield wiper replacement blades and have NO BLOODY CLUE which one I should buy?
I mean honestly, can't we pare this down a bit? Is it REALLY necessary to have them available in lengths from 12" to 28" with every possible increment in between? I swear I saw some that were at half inch increments. What purpose does this serve?
In 100+ years of automotive innovation, no one has thought to standardize the size of the damn windshield wipers? I find this bordering on farcical. I have a shredded windshield wiper. I would like to buy a replacement. Why do I have to study a book larger than the text for an introductory physics class to figure out which one I need?
And on that note, why can't they even standardize on one size for a particular model of vehicle? What the hell is this need to know the year of my vehicle too!?! Okay, I'm a jackass and didn't research this ahead of time. I have to consult the book. I try and look something up in this infernal, blasted thing and I have to know about 96 god damn configuration options for my vehicle, just to buy damn wipers. What the hell is this garbage!?!
I gave up. It was just too annoying. I'll sit down, do the doctoral thesis worth of research required to buy wiper blades, from home tonight. I'm sure this will require a computer, Google searches, and probably reference to an arcane auto parts site I'll find in a deep, dark corner of the internet, visited only by porn crawling bots and men of dubious morality.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Title: Laying An Egg
Author: 2008-2009 Saskatoon Blades
Theme: The more things change, the more they stay the same
Why does this keep happening? I think its time to step back and have a serious, introspective look at what is going on with this hockey franchise. We make it to the playoffs and its all the same story over again. The Blades breeze into the playoffs with a great record, playing solid hockey and they meet a team that is much worse than they are, and the Blades lay a big, fat egg.
Why?
At this point I think we have to contemplate the idea that something is fundamentally wrong with the franchise. Is this not the flagship franchise of the WHL? If its not, then shouldn't it be? Its a big city (WHL wise) and major-junior hockey is the only game in town here. The Blades can't draw 3,000 fans to a regular season game consistently and when they finally get a decent (but not a full house) crowd for a playoff game, they drop a load in their collective drawers.
Why does this happen?
Over and over again, the Blades continue to fall on their swords. For every gain that they make, they stumble over themselves to screw it up. The faces keep changing (this is junior hockey) but we keep seeing the same story. When the Blades can make the playoffs (something sorely missing over the last decade) they choose to flame out in the first round.
They can't drop an egg in round one. It can't happen. They just finally pulled it together enough to make the playoffs in the first place, and then they lose to a 7th place team. Get ready for a lot of echo in the building next season, when we've got 15,000 seats, and we can't get 20% of them full for a game against Prince Albert.
Things have got to change.
Author: 2008-2009 Saskatoon Blades
Theme: The more things change, the more they stay the same
Why does this keep happening? I think its time to step back and have a serious, introspective look at what is going on with this hockey franchise. We make it to the playoffs and its all the same story over again. The Blades breeze into the playoffs with a great record, playing solid hockey and they meet a team that is much worse than they are, and the Blades lay a big, fat egg.
Why?
At this point I think we have to contemplate the idea that something is fundamentally wrong with the franchise. Is this not the flagship franchise of the WHL? If its not, then shouldn't it be? Its a big city (WHL wise) and major-junior hockey is the only game in town here. The Blades can't draw 3,000 fans to a regular season game consistently and when they finally get a decent (but not a full house) crowd for a playoff game, they drop a load in their collective drawers.
Why does this happen?
Over and over again, the Blades continue to fall on their swords. For every gain that they make, they stumble over themselves to screw it up. The faces keep changing (this is junior hockey) but we keep seeing the same story. When the Blades can make the playoffs (something sorely missing over the last decade) they choose to flame out in the first round.
They can't drop an egg in round one. It can't happen. They just finally pulled it together enough to make the playoffs in the first place, and then they lose to a 7th place team. Get ready for a lot of echo in the building next season, when we've got 15,000 seats, and we can't get 20% of them full for a game against Prince Albert.
Things have got to change.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Blog Quote Of The Day:
William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people.
Casey Ryback: All of your ridiculous pitiful antics aren't gonna change a thing. You and me, we're *puppets* in the same sick game. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic and he's ungrateful. But there's nothing we can do about it. You and me, we're the same.
William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people.
Casey Ryback: All of your ridiculous pitiful antics aren't gonna change a thing. You and me, we're *puppets* in the same sick game. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic and he's ungrateful. But there's nothing we can do about it. You and me, we're the same.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I want to warn you ahead of time, this is not for the faint of heart. The language and content of this video is highly explicit.
However, if you can get past that, this is the singularly most outrageously funny thing I have heard in quite some time. If you can handle some frank language, get ready for a powerful laugh.
Squeal Happy Whores
However, if you can get past that, this is the singularly most outrageously funny thing I have heard in quite some time. If you can handle some frank language, get ready for a powerful laugh.
Squeal Happy Whores
For the record . . .
I do NOT want to know what the god damn wind chill is. That doesn't tell me anything. I want to know what the TEMPERATURE is!!! Just tell me the damn air temperature. What is the weather outside.
Wind chill is NOT the temperature! Its some stupid, made up nonsense number that I don't give a rat's ass about. Who cares about the wind chill? In an ordinary day, do I walk any significant distance? Do YOU!?! I thought not.
So just tell me the bloody, god damn air temperature. Then I can decide if its actually cold out, or if you stupid assholes are just trying to scare us with your ultra-low 'wind chill' number.
Piss off and die.
Thank you.
I do NOT want to know what the god damn wind chill is. That doesn't tell me anything. I want to know what the TEMPERATURE is!!! Just tell me the damn air temperature. What is the weather outside.
Wind chill is NOT the temperature! Its some stupid, made up nonsense number that I don't give a rat's ass about. Who cares about the wind chill? In an ordinary day, do I walk any significant distance? Do YOU!?! I thought not.
So just tell me the bloody, god damn air temperature. Then I can decide if its actually cold out, or if you stupid assholes are just trying to scare us with your ultra-low 'wind chill' number.
Piss off and die.
Thank you.