Lord, do I hate summer.
I rush and I push to finish up a submission for someone that sent me an email last week. The closing line of the email was the usual, time is of the essence, and we're working hard to get this issue resolved quickly. I take this to heart. I fret and fuss about the fact that its dragging on and on and I haven't sent anything. Finally I get the numbers I need from my fabricator and then I spend a half an hour agonizing over the letter I send with the number, and the actual number. I stare at the number for awhile and try to decide, is this right?
Finally I send it off. 30 seconds later I get an email back.
"I am away until August 17"
I swore loudly! Why did I waste all this time trying to be quick about it if you're on vacation for the bloody week? Have a damn heart you clown and say, have it done by August 17, since I'm going to be away for the week. But no, he sends that utter nonsense about 'time is of the essence' blah, blah, blah. Time is of the essence but I'm gonna go sit on a boat and wipe my ass with your proposal. WAHAHAHAHA
Everyone's an butthole. Go plug yourself.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
I really wish I didn't have this pathological need to understand. I wish I wasn't driven by this desire to grasp the forces that surround me. Maybe I could let something small like this go. But I can't, and its going to eat at me for the rest of the night.
I heard a good song on the radio today. Pure, hard rock, on Sirius Octane 20. (gag, gag)
Used - Blood On My Hands
Hey, that sounded great. I should download it. So I make a note of the title, come home, and do a search on the internet. What's 6 of the first 7 things that come up when I type in 'used blood on my hands'?
Miley Cyrus
Miley god damn Cyrus!!!
Is there no justice in the world? Can we not escape this foul urchin? Can a regular, ordinary, not interested in her hellacious, demon spawn guy not pursue his bland, inoffensive interests without being inundated by this pest? Go away Miley you beast!! Christ, I was reading a damn Giant Tiger flyer at lunch today and they had this trollop's visage plastered on tramp-wear for 11 year old's. I kid you not, it looked like slut-gear for the pre-teen set. Why can't little girl's wear rainbow's and starfish? Why does this Miley Cyrus jackass have to be plastered all over everything?
And why does she have to interrupt my search for the pure, hard rock? Go away you demon-spawn! I want nothing of your fashion shoot, or your music video. I might want your blood on my hands, but for tonight I'll settle for just the pure, hard rock of the Used rock song.
I heard a good song on the radio today. Pure, hard rock, on Sirius Octane 20. (gag, gag)
Used - Blood On My Hands
Hey, that sounded great. I should download it. So I make a note of the title, come home, and do a search on the internet. What's 6 of the first 7 things that come up when I type in 'used blood on my hands'?
Miley Cyrus
Miley god damn Cyrus!!!
Is there no justice in the world? Can we not escape this foul urchin? Can a regular, ordinary, not interested in her hellacious, demon spawn guy not pursue his bland, inoffensive interests without being inundated by this pest? Go away Miley you beast!! Christ, I was reading a damn Giant Tiger flyer at lunch today and they had this trollop's visage plastered on tramp-wear for 11 year old's. I kid you not, it looked like slut-gear for the pre-teen set. Why can't little girl's wear rainbow's and starfish? Why does this Miley Cyrus jackass have to be plastered all over everything?
And why does she have to interrupt my search for the pure, hard rock? Go away you demon-spawn! I want nothing of your fashion shoot, or your music video. I might want your blood on my hands, but for tonight I'll settle for just the pure, hard rock of the Used rock song.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
One more thing . . .
I don't know how many of you listen to satellte radio but I have a complaint. I like listening to Octane because I favor the musical selection.
However . . .
Can you PLEASE knock if off with the 'pure, hard, rock'? I mean Christ! Every second bloody phrase is 'pure, hard, rock'. I get it already, but let me tell you something. Its annoying!!! I hate the phrase. It drives me up the wall. Think of something else! You can keep using it, but spread it around. Try some other catch phrases. I like some diversity. If I hear 'pure, hard, rock' one more time I think I might impale my brain with a pencil.
In conclusion, 'pure, hard, rock' = pencil impalement
Thank you and good night
I don't know how many of you listen to satellte radio but I have a complaint. I like listening to Octane because I favor the musical selection.
However . . .
Can you PLEASE knock if off with the 'pure, hard, rock'? I mean Christ! Every second bloody phrase is 'pure, hard, rock'. I get it already, but let me tell you something. Its annoying!!! I hate the phrase. It drives me up the wall. Think of something else! You can keep using it, but spread it around. Try some other catch phrases. I like some diversity. If I hear 'pure, hard, rock' one more time I think I might impale my brain with a pencil.
In conclusion, 'pure, hard, rock' = pencil impalement
Thank you and good night
I can't help but feel melancholy tonight.
The ball hockey season has come to a close. We laid it all on the line in the final game but it just wasn't enough. No one could ever question our heart or our determination because on those counts we had plenty. But in the final analysis we simply did not have enough team skill to beat a more cohesive team. Where they could pass stick to stick, we would miss one another and would have to chase it off the boards. In the the offensive zone they would cycle it and take a point shot. We would scramble in the corner and maybe jam away at something right in front of the goal. We weren't clean, and it simply wasn't enough.
But that's not why I'm blue. I am sad because I was playing on a great team. We didn't win a lot of games but from my perspective we had a lot of fun. The team got along great, and there was good participation. The roster was 16 players and we always had 10+ for every game. Looking around the league at other teams that was pretty damn good. It was the same group of guys that came out for every game, and even though we were on the short end of most games, we still cared. Every time. They are a great bunch of guys.
I am sad because who knows what the future may bring. There are rumors of a fall league, and I am hopeful that this will prove true. I had an amazing amount of fun playing ball hockey. Even more than I could have hoped for, when I signed up for it on a whim. It would be great if the core of the same team stuck together, and we played another season. That would be amazing. But you can never tell what the future will bring. And uncertainty breeds my melancholy.
To be continued . . .
The ball hockey season has come to a close. We laid it all on the line in the final game but it just wasn't enough. No one could ever question our heart or our determination because on those counts we had plenty. But in the final analysis we simply did not have enough team skill to beat a more cohesive team. Where they could pass stick to stick, we would miss one another and would have to chase it off the boards. In the the offensive zone they would cycle it and take a point shot. We would scramble in the corner and maybe jam away at something right in front of the goal. We weren't clean, and it simply wasn't enough.
But that's not why I'm blue. I am sad because I was playing on a great team. We didn't win a lot of games but from my perspective we had a lot of fun. The team got along great, and there was good participation. The roster was 16 players and we always had 10+ for every game. Looking around the league at other teams that was pretty damn good. It was the same group of guys that came out for every game, and even though we were on the short end of most games, we still cared. Every time. They are a great bunch of guys.
I am sad because who knows what the future may bring. There are rumors of a fall league, and I am hopeful that this will prove true. I had an amazing amount of fun playing ball hockey. Even more than I could have hoped for, when I signed up for it on a whim. It would be great if the core of the same team stuck together, and we played another season. That would be amazing. But you can never tell what the future will bring. And uncertainty breeds my melancholy.
To be continued . . .
Monday, August 03, 2009
I just can't bring myself to feel bad about that game. I can bring myself to feel bad about my performance. There is a quality of lacklustre to how I am moving out there. But my team really put it on the line tonight. We threw our hearts and our souls into that game. If you wanted to base winning and losing on effort, then we win that game in a walk.
The effort was definitely there. Sometimes we sleep-walk through a game. I won't say we mail in a performance, but there have been games where our output has not matched that which was required. But that couldn't be said tonight. It was a playoff game and to a man, everyone came out to play. Our bench was a little short, but everyone played as much of a shift as they could manage. Don't get me wrong. At points guys were tired. They were walking the floor and the bodies were hurting. But when the ball came into their area, they hustled for it. When they had a chance to make a play, they tried to make a play. Not every attempt turned into a great play, but everyone tried. Every chance was chased down. Every ball was swung at. It was great to see.
We just didn't get a break. The other team, which didn't appear to resemble the team we've played four times before, was faster and stronger and more precise than us. But for all their apparent greater skill, we out hustled them. The benches on both sides were short, but when the players got tired, we still out ran them to the ball. When plays broke down in the middle, we were stealing the ball and making breaks out of it. They would get shots by setting up and cycling it around us in our end. Using precision to out-maneuver us. But when it came down to one-on-one effort, we out-shone them every time. It was pretty impressive to see.
The disappointing thing is we had to lose. I think it disheartened my team mates. We tried so hard and in the end our lack of cohesion as a team got the better of us. We were tired, and we were out manned, and we made a few rookie mistakes, that a group of guys that were used to playing with one another wouldn't make. But we're a pick-up team, and not used to playing together, and from time to time we make goofy mistakes. I made one myself tonight that cost us a goal. I ran back on defense when they had a break and got caught up defending a guy in front of our goal. Well I'm actually a winger tonight and my responsibility is to cover the point. So when I stick to the guy I shadow running back on the breakaway, I end up out of position when they set up in our end. Pass back to the point, goal for them. That's my fault.
The goal that ultimately cost us the game was the same sort of thing. We had it behind the net. Our guy is blocked to the left. He's blocked to the right. He wants to flip it high down the middle but doesn't get under it. Ends up on the stick of the opposition, right in the slot. Bang its in the net, and there's only 3 minutes of game to go. He feels awful but its just a rookie mistake that we make every game. It feels awful because we've been giving our hearts all game long.
We have another game tomorrow and this is the sudden death match. We have to win or our season is over. So if you read this, and its not 6 o'clock on August 4, 2009, come out to the Henk Ruys soccer centre in Saskatoon. We could use your support.
Go Shockers!!
The effort was definitely there. Sometimes we sleep-walk through a game. I won't say we mail in a performance, but there have been games where our output has not matched that which was required. But that couldn't be said tonight. It was a playoff game and to a man, everyone came out to play. Our bench was a little short, but everyone played as much of a shift as they could manage. Don't get me wrong. At points guys were tired. They were walking the floor and the bodies were hurting. But when the ball came into their area, they hustled for it. When they had a chance to make a play, they tried to make a play. Not every attempt turned into a great play, but everyone tried. Every chance was chased down. Every ball was swung at. It was great to see.
We just didn't get a break. The other team, which didn't appear to resemble the team we've played four times before, was faster and stronger and more precise than us. But for all their apparent greater skill, we out hustled them. The benches on both sides were short, but when the players got tired, we still out ran them to the ball. When plays broke down in the middle, we were stealing the ball and making breaks out of it. They would get shots by setting up and cycling it around us in our end. Using precision to out-maneuver us. But when it came down to one-on-one effort, we out-shone them every time. It was pretty impressive to see.
The disappointing thing is we had to lose. I think it disheartened my team mates. We tried so hard and in the end our lack of cohesion as a team got the better of us. We were tired, and we were out manned, and we made a few rookie mistakes, that a group of guys that were used to playing with one another wouldn't make. But we're a pick-up team, and not used to playing together, and from time to time we make goofy mistakes. I made one myself tonight that cost us a goal. I ran back on defense when they had a break and got caught up defending a guy in front of our goal. Well I'm actually a winger tonight and my responsibility is to cover the point. So when I stick to the guy I shadow running back on the breakaway, I end up out of position when they set up in our end. Pass back to the point, goal for them. That's my fault.
The goal that ultimately cost us the game was the same sort of thing. We had it behind the net. Our guy is blocked to the left. He's blocked to the right. He wants to flip it high down the middle but doesn't get under it. Ends up on the stick of the opposition, right in the slot. Bang its in the net, and there's only 3 minutes of game to go. He feels awful but its just a rookie mistake that we make every game. It feels awful because we've been giving our hearts all game long.
We have another game tomorrow and this is the sudden death match. We have to win or our season is over. So if you read this, and its not 6 o'clock on August 4, 2009, come out to the Henk Ruys soccer centre in Saskatoon. We could use your support.
Go Shockers!!
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
STRIKE TWO AND A HALF!!!
I am currently very pissed off at Extra Foods.
If you don't have something then just say, you don't have something. Please don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. I just wasted half an hour wandering around Extra Foods looking Shake'n'Bake. I figured, they've got to have this. Right? Right!?!
They don't.
Of course I had to go throug the painful ordeal to discover this truth. Finally I give up and ask someone who works there. Aisle 4 he tells me. Well, I spent 10 solid minutes scouring ever square inch of Aisle 4 and there ain't no god damn Shake'n'Bake in Aisle 4. I can guarantee you of that.
Finally it abject depression and defeat I just left Extra Foods in complete disgust. I couldn't take it anymore. I drove to Safeway. Inside of 15 seconds of entering the door I'd found the bloody Shake'n'Bake. It was RIGHT where it should have been. Right where I'd spent 20 minutes looks in Extra Foods. Where it hadn't been there.
Piss on you Extra Foods. May you rot in hell.
I am currently very pissed off at Extra Foods.
If you don't have something then just say, you don't have something. Please don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. I just wasted half an hour wandering around Extra Foods looking Shake'n'Bake. I figured, they've got to have this. Right? Right!?!
They don't.
Of course I had to go throug the painful ordeal to discover this truth. Finally I give up and ask someone who works there. Aisle 4 he tells me. Well, I spent 10 solid minutes scouring ever square inch of Aisle 4 and there ain't no god damn Shake'n'Bake in Aisle 4. I can guarantee you of that.
Finally it abject depression and defeat I just left Extra Foods in complete disgust. I couldn't take it anymore. I drove to Safeway. Inside of 15 seconds of entering the door I'd found the bloody Shake'n'Bake. It was RIGHT where it should have been. Right where I'd spent 20 minutes looks in Extra Foods. Where it hadn't been there.
Piss on you Extra Foods. May you rot in hell.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Things That Piss Me Off:
Why does Blogger insist that I have enabled Comments on my blog, but when I check any/all of my posts, there is no comments section enabled?
Then, to compound the fiasco, when I try to use the help on the Blogger website to figure out why its not working, half the pages I click links to, return saying the page doesn't exist!
Why does Blogger insist that I have enabled Comments on my blog, but when I check any/all of my posts, there is no comments section enabled?
Then, to compound the fiasco, when I try to use the help on the Blogger website to figure out why its not working, half the pages I click links to, return saying the page doesn't exist!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
So I go to a strip mall in Regina, where a Mr. Sub shares a parking lot with, among other things, a medical clinic. There's a sign in the parking that that says:
"30 Minute Customer and Patient Parking"
Now who's been able to go to a walk-in medical clinic lately and only have to stay 30 minutes? Is that even possible? It seems like the default wait is like 2 hours now. I think they make you sit for the first hour, just to test your resolve. If you stay that long, then you go on a list and they call a doctor in from the golf course, or wherever the hell they hang out when they're not in the back seeing patients like they should be.
"30 Minute Customer and Patient Parking"
Now who's been able to go to a walk-in medical clinic lately and only have to stay 30 minutes? Is that even possible? It seems like the default wait is like 2 hours now. I think they make you sit for the first hour, just to test your resolve. If you stay that long, then you go on a list and they call a doctor in from the golf course, or wherever the hell they hang out when they're not in the back seeing patients like they should be.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Things That Piss Me Off:
How irritating is it when you're in the grocery store, and there's a line formed up behind someone, and they are taking forever PLUS a day because they want to dig all the way to their shoe for some damn pennies so they can pay precise change for their stupid bill.
Just whip out another $5 grandma!!!
How irritating is it when you're in the grocery store, and there's a line formed up behind someone, and they are taking forever PLUS a day because they want to dig all the way to their shoe for some damn pennies so they can pay precise change for their stupid bill.
Just whip out another $5 grandma!!!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
It is my considered opinion that if you're going grocery shopping at 11:00 on a Saturday night at the bloody Shoppers Drug Mart, then you've clearly made a severe planning mistake in your life. Rather than buying loaves of bread and juice for the morning, it might be time well spent if you sat back and really considered the set of circumstances that brought you to the point that had you looking for the staples of life in a drug store at entirely the wrong part of the bloody day.
Monday, July 13, 2009
This may get me thrown out of the league but I have something to say.
What the hell was wrong with the referees in our ball hockey game tonight?
The team we were playing was clearly a skill level about us. The score was 8-0 late in the second half. The game was over. It was just a matter of time before the clock wound down to zero. The other team was shelling us and had the refs had any god damn decency they'd have shown a little mercy in their calling of the game.
There's a scramble in front of our net. The puck is under our goalies pad. Okay, I will concede that you COULD still see it. But come ON! The score was 8-0 already! Have a bloody heart. Our goalie is down and out. He's flat on his face, just lying there hoping he's covering it. One of our defense is also on the ground. Everyone is out of position. There was every reason they could have just blown the play dead and we could have had a face off.
But NO!! Because you could still see a sliver of ball they decide that its still live and they let these jackalopes dig at our goalie. Get serious! Of course there's gonna be rough stuff when that happens. People get shoved and someone lands right on the goalie's back. End result - he's injured.
I lay the blame squarely on the shoulders of the guys with whistles. They could have, and should have prevented that. The score was out of hand and they had a duty to protect the players from harm not safeguard some asinine concept of 'fair play'.
PISS ON FAIR PLAY! They nearly broke our goalie!!
What the hell was wrong with the referees in our ball hockey game tonight?
The team we were playing was clearly a skill level about us. The score was 8-0 late in the second half. The game was over. It was just a matter of time before the clock wound down to zero. The other team was shelling us and had the refs had any god damn decency they'd have shown a little mercy in their calling of the game.
There's a scramble in front of our net. The puck is under our goalies pad. Okay, I will concede that you COULD still see it. But come ON! The score was 8-0 already! Have a bloody heart. Our goalie is down and out. He's flat on his face, just lying there hoping he's covering it. One of our defense is also on the ground. Everyone is out of position. There was every reason they could have just blown the play dead and we could have had a face off.
But NO!! Because you could still see a sliver of ball they decide that its still live and they let these jackalopes dig at our goalie. Get serious! Of course there's gonna be rough stuff when that happens. People get shoved and someone lands right on the goalie's back. End result - he's injured.
I lay the blame squarely on the shoulders of the guys with whistles. They could have, and should have prevented that. The score was out of hand and they had a duty to protect the players from harm not safeguard some asinine concept of 'fair play'.
PISS ON FAIR PLAY! They nearly broke our goalie!!