Blog Question Of The Day:

Why exactly, is it that we are supposed to let the good times 'roll'?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Does the Witness Relocation Program have a website or an email address?

Chili with Doritos makes for an excellent lunch.

Now I'm a Hilary Duff fan, and I don't want to be negative but . . .

Hilary needs to gain a couple of pounds.

I had reason to be at our new shop this morning. My builder had a question for me, and requested that I travel over to take a look. It was no hardship for me so I got on the pedal bike and scurried over.

On the way back I had reason to take notice of my surroundings. Looking up the road from our new building, I took note of the fact that the street my new house is on, is a mere block and a half from the new shop. Now I will have absolutely no excuse for not walking/biking to work. For a distance so short, it would be grotesquely wasteful to not travel the span by a human-powered means.

Can someone explain to me why my computer would suddenly stop loading the Blogger page properly, and then just as mysteriously start displaying it properly again!?!

It's time.

I'm now in a bad mood. Its a slow, boring Monday out here in the middle of nowhere. We're just this side of bored out of our minds. There's an old classic on the TV tonight, Pump Up The Volume. A classic tale of teen angst from the classic period of my life. No one is chatting on the old chat box tonight, so I thought I'd log into my favorite game, World of Warcraft, for a couple hours of activity that ultimately leads nowhere.

And what am I repaid with, as I attempt to redeem the site access that I pay a pretty penny for? The god damn game will not allow me to log into the server that houses my characters. Oh, I can log into the game. But the server I need to connect to, where my characters are, and where all my friend play, that damn realm isn't even in the bloody list!!

What the hell is this crap!?! I give these people $15 a month for the privilege of letting me play a stupid game that does little more than steal from my bank account. And all I ask is that when I want to play, whenever that is, that the damn server is up and available for my use. But instead I get . . . this.

We end with a Blog Question Of The Day . . .

Should I cancel my World of Warcraft subscription?

Does anyone want to bring me a root beer?

Today is a very special day. Not many people are going to appreciate the significance of this date. I actually asked my parents if they knew what was special about August 12 and neither one could figure it out. About the only person that might have a shot at this one is my sister. What makes this day special is something that she had a part in, so its possible she'll know what makes today unique.

It was on this date, 19 years ago, August 12, 1986, that I started my first job, as the new paper delivery boy for the Leader-Post, in the town of Central Butte, Saskatchewan.

I need an answer to a question.

Why are they so hell-bent on putting stuff in cola drinks? It wasn't good enough that they were the number 1 market leading drink all on their own?

Can someone please tell me who decided that facial piercings were a good idea.

I'd like to beat the crap out of them.

I wish to have today stricken from the record:

Our valve order shipped wrong.
Everyone seemed to be angry about something.
I was 2 hours late coming home.
The World of Warcraft server is down.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Should I have FieldTurf installed in my livingroom?

Remember that comment I made awhile ago about 50 Cent? The same goes for Snoop Dogg.

WHY!?!?!

I finally got around to taking a picture of my wound from Monday:

Carnage

The Watson Town Office has the same four number suffix (3224) as the first phone number I ever memorized as my home number.

I just had a shower. Why won't this fly leave me alone?

I gotta tape this movie!

I'm watching 'American Splendor' here at lunch today. This movie is hilarious for being so pathetic. Which I respect because I share a lot of the same pathetic aspects.

This comic book writer lives a truly bankrupt existence. Then he meets a truly neurotic woman and for some completely asinine reason they decide to get married. The little 'love' scene they share is so typical of my experience that I shudder at the similarities. But its nice to see that my experience is not so atypical that it avoids reproduction on celluloid.

Still, I am hoping for something better for me. Which I will pursue because I believe with heartfelt sincerity that I can succeed where Harvey is truly failing.

We gotta do something about health care.

I spent 5 hours in Emergency last night. That right, I said FIVE hours. I had myself a problem and it wasn't going to accept a 'screw it' attitude. I was doing some computer work and I picked up the open computer by the frame, and attempted to turn its orientation. I've done this a hundred times and sure, you feel that bite across the fingers, as you grip sharp sheet metal, but I've never injured myself. This was a little different. The metal bit deep into my hand. Deepre than I noticed at the time, to be perfectly honest. When I set the computer down, there was a river of blood running off my arm. I knew this was no run of the mill accident and it was quickly off to the hospital.

Never get hurt on a long weekend. This is the second, of three, long weekends in August that I've had the mistfortune of having to go to the emergency ward. And let me tell you, its the wrong time to need help. I'm not entirely sure what they are thinking, when they short staff the ER on a long weekend. Sickness does not take a long weekend. And when I arrived the place was overflowing with people, waiting for care. Despite bleeding profusely from the hand, I was directed towards a chair, and told to wait.

And the wait lasted FIVE hours. For twenty minutes of minor surgical care from a doctor that still had a long night ahead of him. I have a problem with this. Its not the doctors and nurses fault. They get scheduled, come to work, and do their job. But why aren't there more of them there? This is being repeated, time and time again. We need more people, not more pay for the one's that we have. Get enough staff on the job. Yes, they might not be at 100%, every moment of the day, but when the time comes, it'll be worth it to have enough staff.

I don't think five hours is a reasonable wait for emergency care. I actually consider that quite unacceptable. Nobody bothered to to examine me, and determine whether it was a real emergency or just a minor one. I was given some gauze and a piece of tape, and put in a waiting room. Nobody either acknowledged my existence for 4 hours. What if I lose consciousness and bleed to death in the waiting room? No it didn't happen, but it could. And that's my problem. We're sacrificing proper care for a couple of bucks. Let's set our priorities. Do we want to keep people healthy or not? I think we do.

I don't want to get on a soap box about this, but maybe its time someone did. I survived my five hour wait but how many other people have to suffer this before we say enough is enough. I can't believe there isn't a way to make health care dilligent, without breaking the bank. There has to be a solution to this. I worry that we haven't taken the right approach to solving the problem. There are bright
people in control of our affairs. Maybe we, the little people, need to properly motivate them.

I won't pretend I have the answer. I don't know all the parts of the equation. But I'm sure it has a solution.

Blog Question Of The Day:

How much important should be given to, what you want, when making a significant life decision?