Global warming, anyone?
it's not juice, it's lemonade!
Why is it not juice, but lemonade? I'm a precise, no-nonsense kind of girl. And a real smart ass. Oh, and a know-it-all.
(And, yeah, so what if lemonade is in fact just lemon juice?)
Monday, 19 March, 2012
Wacky weather
It's the last day of winter in the great white north and it's 24 degrees Celsius in Ottawa. PLUS TWENTY FOUR DEGREES CELSIUS. On March 19th. IN CANADA.
Thursday, 9 February, 2012
Wednesday wtf (late)
I didn't find any news-worthy wtf's for this week, so how about this:
This week's morale-boosting contest is to write an ode to our department. Yes, that is right, we are having a poetry contest at work.
I feel like I am in grade five.
This week's morale-boosting contest is to write an ode to our department. Yes, that is right, we are having a poetry contest at work.
I feel like I am in grade five.
Wednesday, 1 February, 2012
Wednesday morning wtf
Sometimes I wonder why I want to move back to Quebec, when this continues to be news:
NOUVELLES TRES IMPORTANTS
Really, guy?
L'accent aigu va sauver la langue française?
Of all the things Quebecers should be worried about (climbing sales tax rates, declining education and health care systems, terrible infrastructure, employment ...), the press continues to remind us that the number one priority should be saving a language that the majority of the people speak ... lest us dirty anglophones continue to pollute the language with our dirty English ways.
It's a non-issue with the people I know, anglo or franco, so why are we letting the 5 same people continue to spew diatribe about "protecting" something that isn't even endangered? Can't our tax dollars be put to better use? Can't journalists cover more hard-hitting topics (see above)?
I thought we lived in a global culture, a tolerant society?
That's what we're led to believe, but the people who govern/criticize those who govern/waste time planning language rallies in la belle province tell us otherwise, on a daily basis.
/rant over
NOUVELLES TRES IMPORTANTS
Really, guy?
L'accent aigu va sauver la langue française?
Of all the things Quebecers should be worried about (climbing sales tax rates, declining education and health care systems, terrible infrastructure, employment ...), the press continues to remind us that the number one priority should be saving a language that the majority of the people speak ... lest us dirty anglophones continue to pollute the language with our dirty English ways.
It's a non-issue with the people I know, anglo or franco, so why are we letting the 5 same people continue to spew diatribe about "protecting" something that isn't even endangered? Can't our tax dollars be put to better use? Can't journalists cover more hard-hitting topics (see above)?
I thought we lived in a global culture, a tolerant society?
That's what we're led to believe, but the people who govern/criticize those who govern/waste time planning language rallies in la belle province tell us otherwise, on a daily basis.
/rant over
Thursday, 12 January, 2012
OMG HABS
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Pierre Gauthier, I truly despise you. You are a bonehead who would rather save face than save our hockey team. You have turned the Habs into the laughingstock of the NHL.
Just take a look at the twitter - people don't like you. People want you fired. I am one of those people.
Is it possible that this - right now - is worse than the 90s?
Because I have feeling what's going down is seriously going to come back to bite us in the ass.
Also - I am tired of being embarrassed to be a fan of this team - from "interim coaches" to trades in the middle of a game. Gauthier, you put the ASS in classy, but you, sir, are NOT classy. Go suck rocks.
Pierre Gauthier, I truly despise you. You are a bonehead who would rather save face than save our hockey team. You have turned the Habs into the laughingstock of the NHL.
Just take a look at the twitter - people don't like you. People want you fired. I am one of those people.
Is it possible that this - right now - is worse than the 90s?
Because I have feeling what's going down is seriously going to come back to bite us in the ass.
Also - I am tired of being embarrassed to be a fan of this team - from "interim coaches" to trades in the middle of a game. Gauthier, you put the ASS in classy, but you, sir, are NOT classy. Go suck rocks.
Monday, 2 January, 2012
First rant of 2012
My original intended audience for this post was to the people of Ottawa. I experienced such a cluster-fuck of humanity today that I am still steamed about it. I realize that it isn't the best way to start 2012, but I need to get it out of my system and move on. I admit that I have cooled down sufficiently since I originally typed up this post this afternoon, and it dawned on me that my problem is with the kids in this city today. You might say, well, you're hardly old enough to be a cranky old geezer with your "these kids today" monologues. Maybe so. But I am going to bitch about it anyway, and I'll be damned if people my age don't agree with me.
So, to the jerks on the bus today:
You need to learn some god damn manners when it comes to taking public transit. I come from a city that is marginally more civilized (and definitely far from perfect) but you know what, we have queues to get on a bus. Because, fuck YEAH, if you show up first, you damn well do have the right to get on board first. What the fuck is up with clamouring around the door of the bus as soon as it pulls into the stop? Where is the civility?
Of course, I am a fairly rational humanbring being and I realize that I do not have a disability, nor do I require adapted transport, and I am not with child or pushing around a carriage with a child inside, but god damn it, I am lugging around a huge suitcase and would appreciate the slightest bit of consideration. I would also appreciate not being pushed and having to practically stand on said suitcase as you try to squeeze yourself onto an over-crowded bus, at rush hour, especially when another bus is but 30 seconds away. I would appreciate even more the THREE OF YOU not pushing your way past me as I try to get off the bus, not realizing or caring that I am trying to drag a suitcase behind me, because your discussion about a $250 haircut was more important. FUCK YOU.
Seriously, though. As steamed as I was about the bitches literally pushing me aside, this apparent obliviousness is a chronic problem on public transit. How many times have I seen a parent struggling to get their carriage on the bus, try to push their way to section where the benches fold up to fit the carriage, only to quietly ask if the passengers occupying this area to move their god damn asses so that their carriage doesn't block the whole aisle? And to see these passengers actually be annoyed that they had to move their big fat ass to another empty seat? Is it really that inconvenient for you and your backpack to go sit somewhere else and let the parent with the baby, baby bag, and baby carriage sit in the area designated for them? At one point the buses played a pre-recorded message reminding passengers to give up these seats ... it's a sad state of affairs when you need to be reminded to be courteous.
Well I am glad I got that out of my system.
So, to the jerks on the bus today:
You need to learn some god damn manners when it comes to taking public transit. I come from a city that is marginally more civilized (and definitely far from perfect) but you know what, we have queues to get on a bus. Because, fuck YEAH, if you show up first, you damn well do have the right to get on board first. What the fuck is up with clamouring around the door of the bus as soon as it pulls into the stop? Where is the civility?
Of course, I am a fairly rational human
Seriously, though. As steamed as I was about the bitches literally pushing me aside, this apparent obliviousness is a chronic problem on public transit. How many times have I seen a parent struggling to get their carriage on the bus, try to push their way to section where the benches fold up to fit the carriage, only to quietly ask if the passengers occupying this area to move their god damn asses so that their carriage doesn't block the whole aisle? And to see these passengers actually be annoyed that they had to move their big fat ass to another empty seat? Is it really that inconvenient for you and your backpack to go sit somewhere else and let the parent with the baby, baby bag, and baby carriage sit in the area designated for them? At one point the buses played a pre-recorded message reminding passengers to give up these seats ... it's a sad state of affairs when you need to be reminded to be courteous.
Well I am glad I got that out of my system.
Saturday, 31 December, 2011
End of 2011
Some people can't wait for 2011 to end, as if something completely different is going to happen the second the clock strikes 12 tonight.
I can't say I am eagerly awaiting this year to end, because all things considered, it's been a pretty good year. I accomplished some things I am really proud of, found myself a job in the public service, and finally got myself back in shape. I ended this year on a high note, too, by taking part in the Resolution Run on Mount Royal last night (-12, blowing snow, you know it). I was also really happy to be there for my pal L, who completed her first race!
All that said, I am looking forward to a new calendar year to continue an ongoing goal to be less wimpy. This may sound vague, but the details are unnecessary for this blog. Suffice it to say that I may be tough(er) when it comes to being physically active, but that's about it.
As I barrel through the end of my 20s, I would also like to take advantage of what life has to offer, so yet another vague goal (though meaningful to me) is to be less boring. I need to stop being a hermit and have more fun, before I get old and crotchety.
I hope that you all have a wonderful end to 2011 tonight, and wish you the very best for the year ahead. Live it up while you can, since the Apocalypse is coming anyway. :/
Happy 2012!
love and peace.
x
I can't say I am eagerly awaiting this year to end, because all things considered, it's been a pretty good year. I accomplished some things I am really proud of, found myself a job in the public service, and finally got myself back in shape. I ended this year on a high note, too, by taking part in the Resolution Run on Mount Royal last night (-12, blowing snow, you know it). I was also really happy to be there for my pal L, who completed her first race!
All that said, I am looking forward to a new calendar year to continue an ongoing goal to be less wimpy. This may sound vague, but the details are unnecessary for this blog. Suffice it to say that I may be tough(er) when it comes to being physically active, but that's about it.
As I barrel through the end of my 20s, I would also like to take advantage of what life has to offer, so yet another vague goal (though meaningful to me) is to be less boring. I need to stop being a hermit and have more fun, before I get old and crotchety.
I hope that you all have a wonderful end to 2011 tonight, and wish you the very best for the year ahead. Live it up while you can, since the Apocalypse is coming anyway. :/
Happy 2012!
love and peace.
x
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