tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56211671425475501292024-03-13T07:47:33.857-04:00Live, Rant, DieGradually learn, present arguments, repeat. embrace the welcoming arms of the earth.
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I'm here to attack and amuse, check my own presuppositions, and in general encourage thought. My pursuit is learning - and I don't mean what the telly says. Hopefully some of that will come through and make you laugh, think, or even provoke rage.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-69465881017536919402010-09-16T23:40:00.002-04:002010-09-16T23:48:26.454-04:00For whom Bell tolls.Oh Bell. I wondered how long it would take their tentacles to reach into Virgin Mobile. Now I'm looking at one of the early indicators. Pre-Bell, Virgin always had a great web site. It was smart, sexy, easy to navigate, and didn't demand a 1+ GHz CPU to navigate.Hardly a week ago I was on the Virgin site checking out plans. (What good would I be if I didn't follow the competition?) I was Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-35408416314647439812010-07-01T01:20:00.002-04:002010-07-01T01:23:28.084-04:00It's Not the Fall. It's the Impact...Okay, I've just spent the better part of an hour scanning and rescanning Canadian news sites for the story I saw on CBC around 10 PM tonight. I haven't found it yet. If anyone out there has better information than mine on the situation, by all means please let me know.Now, pay close attention to the wording.A TTC driver has been accused...You know, I remember learning about law and the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-67181219360711340122010-06-22T19:16:00.001-04:002010-06-22T19:18:05.092-04:00Get Some LoveEveryone loves something.The man or woman who disputes dedication is trying to complete a puzzle without all the pieces.So, let's talk corporate for a minute. Most who know me have a pretty good idea of my feelings toward Western Corporate Culture and their control of television-subjugated North Americans. It's not for nothing that I refer to the overall players as the Corporati. Why, then, am I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-50888421034937107012010-05-23T11:29:00.003-04:002010-05-23T11:34:38.878-04:00Canamerican Discovers Outside World Not Like Home!I just happened to be looking over some unrelated information when I stumbled across this. And I quote:dave & christine Posted this report and said:Agadir [Morocco], where do I start,,, very good beach and sea and the weather we had was superb. After that it was terrible we felt very uneasy everywhere we went, with lots of little gangs around or people begging us for money constantly also menUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-51197390767597330482010-03-19T12:21:00.005-04:002010-03-19T12:35:07.928-04:00Just Keep Talking<!-- paragraph break -->David Suzuki is proof that you don't have to be right. You just have to keep saying the same things over and over again.<!-- paragraph break -->As a thirty-something individual, I remember occasionally watching The Nature of Things as a kid. (Obviously that was a long time ago.) And even then, at what was possibly the height of my love for sciences and the animal kingdom, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-50948041868307993702010-03-12T01:43:00.013-05:002010-03-12T02:18:39.503-05:00Yahoo! and Homeland SecurityI am mainly just curious about this. When I click a Yahoo! link leading to a picture of a big fish (an Oarfish), and then click "show image" within the frame which Yahoo! provides to jump directly to the pic, why do I get to the Department of Homeland Security? And because a picture (or several) is worth a thousand words...We start with this on March 11, 2010 at about 11PM.<!-- --><!-- -->Note Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-86531166476279826432010-02-16T12:12:00.002-05:002010-02-16T12:18:21.616-05:00Lions and Tigers and Toyota, Oh My!Oops. I wrote this way back at the end of January, and although I put it on Facebook (I hate their new style), I forgot to put it here. It's a bit stale now, but perhaps still interesting. //addendumTrue story.Many moons back I got in an argument with a friend over vehicle manufacturing and ownership. He is or was a long-term GM employee, although not just a basic wrench man. (This was several Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-22291941051601841062009-11-20T00:04:00.004-05:002009-12-13T10:02:11.317-05:00CostcoSo, I'm like, in Costco to check up on my application and their seasonal employment. I'm standing there, looking damn fine, chatting with the clerk who is wilting under my powers. Yeah, that's right.Without warning this contessa on my right suddenly looks at me and says, "Jason!" and goes for the hug. I'm surprised, so I fake her with a left and let the bottle of Johnnie Walker in my right do theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-69055846723602231622009-11-06T17:31:00.006-05:002009-11-06T18:09:12.759-05:00This Is a RantI make no apologies for what I'm about to write; just as newspapers right now are producing blatant material with no apologies. I call it manufacturing terror, and it sure does lead to manufacturing. Profit margins are looking pretty sweet right now for big pharmaceuticals and others indirectly involved in the sale of terror, as H1N1 ravages populations. "Hey! fat boy. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you," Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-1868371070455624892009-10-27T08:06:00.002-04:002009-10-27T08:43:06.718-04:00I just did my part to help Big Brother.In today's vernacular, Luddite has come to mean a person who doesn't like technology. Or perhaps better spoken, a person who avoids it. Funny, that. Even the dictionary has come to present historical fact that way, stating the "Luddites" were groups of people who rioted because they believed automated machinery would deprive them of work.But Luddites were more than that. They were individuals whoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-76033043987081223342009-10-07T22:18:00.002-04:002009-10-07T22:26:56.644-04:00New Study Shows...Dining table fork usage "good for you."The test group were individuals from every area of life: truck drivers, executives, dentists. Lawyers were initially included, but they repeatedly failed out, which has spawned a separate study. When wired into the Neurotron 2012, the subjects demonstrated increased brain activity prior to bringing the fork to their mouth. This lead to the realisation that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-63994642948610550512009-10-05T00:48:00.006-04:002009-10-05T01:58:15.500-04:00Ever heard one of those songs?This is one sick music video and song. I heard it on a soundtrack, and I said to myself,"That has a Björk-like ring to it. I like it. I must have it."So I start searching online, but my friend beats me to finding who it is. Lo and behold, the singer is not Icelandic, but she is Nordic, which is close enough. Something about those high-northern hemisphere Caucasians and their Indy musicians. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-84391168755450097892009-08-16T20:21:00.003-04:002009-08-16T20:38:41.451-04:00Walking As We DoI suppose that this is cheap, but it's likely better than just not writing. In short, I haven't got much to say these brief months past. All my verbalising has gone into the job I took selling shoes.Yup. You heard right.So, I'm back at Bigley's, and I'm badder than ever. Oh yes, they gave me my request and put me into the woman's shoe section where I'm able to exercise the subtleties of boy/girl Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-65115408435420587332009-06-25T02:55:00.003-04:002009-06-25T03:00:56.419-04:00As I Tried To SleepIf I had my way there would be a special kind of fate for biting insects.I imagine that some person would discover a kind of antithesis to the Deplorable Word: The Word of Divine Vengeance Upon All Blood Sucking and Otherwise Vexatious Insect-like Creatures. Every Horsefly and Deerfly - to mention two delights of the earth - would feel a slight crushing presence as the sweet syllables of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-62098472668340762202009-05-24T16:37:00.004-04:002009-10-28T17:37:24.963-04:00Quotes Galore 'The people of Krikkit,' said His High Judgemental Supremacy, Judiciary Pag, LIVR (the Learned, Impartial, and Very Relaxed), Chairman of the Board of Judges at the Krikkit War Crimes Trial, 'are, well, you know, they're just a bunch of real sweet guys, you know, who just happen to want to kill everybody. Hell, I feel the same way some mornings. Shit.' 'OK,' he continued, swinging his feet up Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-53793558986823060592009-05-04T22:06:00.005-04:002009-05-04T22:44:16.393-04:00RegretSimply beautiful girl. Dark, intelligent eyes. Have iPod, will walk. Right past me as it turns out.I'm downtown Burlington, if you can call it that. For a city of 180,000 it has a remarkably posh but minimal downtown core. Perhaps I just wasn't in the right spot. Could be like Paris, low rent apartments with lower paid tenants behind a gorgeous facade, but somehow I doubt it.The waterfront is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-9275774247856133042009-04-29T02:13:00.006-04:002009-05-04T12:35:03.184-04:00Not the President"That didn't hold water, hot or cold, with some commentators and academics, who felt the magazine should have adhered to a central tenet of photojournalism: You don't alter photos. Period." - source -That's key. This presidency has so much potential for altering history. I don't mean history future or the course of history, although that would also be inevitable. No, I'm thinking more like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-1288113756012256282009-04-26T15:27:00.001-04:002009-05-03T15:51:22.868-04:00Move Along, Nothing HereNothing comes to mind. It is this nothingness which I have been fostering, creating, breathing life into. (Oh yeah, I'll end a sentence with a preposition. If Margaret Thatcher could go to war over the Falklands, I can use prepositions whenever I want.) But I was talking about nothingness.It is the nothingness of inactivity, which is even worse than doing something which you hate. At least then Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-1673013730806868662009-04-16T09:40:00.010-04:002009-04-16T23:35:29.944-04:00Fundraising: Yada Yada Yada, Or...I have nothing against non-profits doing fund raisers. Neither do I desire to slam God, ministries, or any other worthy pursuits. This story developed because I saw a leaflet for an organisation whom I respect highly. They were announcing and advertising this year's annual golf tournament, and since I don't play golf I immediately thought, "Everyone does golf-this or golf-that to raise money. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-88202937570047143472009-03-15T12:00:00.008-04:002009-04-16T22:04:50.374-04:00Strong, the Force Is"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..." If location could be surmised to be a gin joint, which one would I be in right now? Come on. Take a guess.That's right, ladies, gentlemen, soldiers, and small children. I'm looking out my window at T. "The Big Smoke", "TO", Toronto. Call it what you like, I'm renting here, baby. This is my town now, about to be bent to my iron fisted Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-5113820419500194092009-02-16T19:11:00.004-05:002009-04-16T23:39:29.269-04:00Fun With Maple Trees{tons of snow} - {cold temperatures} = Backyard Lake{backyard lake} + {cold temperatures} = Backyard Rink{backyard rink} + {maple trees} = Mucho Funno.I love skating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-23820982555680016662009-02-16T00:07:00.002-05:002009-04-16T23:41:52.243-04:00Why I Don't Do Drugs: part IIIThis is the third installment of "Why I Don't Do Drugs", a tale of prolific proportions and upset tummies. And now to briefly recap...The Hero: nameless wanderer through trackless wastes, hottish deserts, comic horrors, and underground kingdoms. Ever driven by burning heartburn, we now find him leaving the Desert of Excruciating Prose and entering a sunlit plain. The hero began walking across a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-74118956998039750762009-02-13T23:51:00.003-05:002009-04-16T23:43:05.282-04:00Simpletons, Jason's Pleasure. Recipe #3What follows might seem a little crazy, what with my passion for details. So here's the short form, in case you're hungry NOW.Cook an egg.Briefly sauté a couple slices of tomato.Make the two be friends.Eat.Now for those of you who like the details and the story, or perhaps you've just quenched your hunger and have more patience now...I like eggs. I make no apologies for that. Do you remember whenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-41332396722502042912009-02-01T00:14:00.008-05:002009-04-16T23:43:44.886-04:00I drive, therefore I think.I've been taking a course in Toronto lately. There's a fair bit of extra driving, but I like driving. Driving, mind you, not sitting on the freeway waiting for impossibly slow people.Being a country boy, certain brilliant standards declare me slow and uncouth. Granted, the rural lifestyle typically has a slower pace than a large, self-important city. But in my case, the slow gene didn't even Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621167142547550129.post-1084485688913642472009-01-27T09:09:00.004-05:002009-01-27T09:37:34.083-05:00hilarious...I was reading through some Debian info, when I happened to follow a trail which lead to another dude's page. One thing lead to another, and then I saw this:I laughed a slight laugh, a breezy laugh. Not a guffaw.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0