What Year Is It Anyway?

Everybody keeps telling me that it’s 2006, but with all this
talk of microphone outfitted security cameras on public streets,
I swear that it’s actually 1984. Seriously guys, you’re creeping me out here.

And I know I know, you’re claiming that the microphones can’t pick up words because they’re up too high and you can’t zoom the audio in to make it clearer anyway, but if that’s the case, how can they hear tones? I seriously wish that the general public was half way aware of stuff like this, because the people responsible for this system and others like it should have to provide quite a few good answers to quite a few good questions before anything is installed anywhere.

From: Your Blogger.

Um…ok then. I just got a spam from, and I quote, “Your Doctor,” advertising meds. Mysteriously, my doctor has lost her name, and writes me now, just claiming she’s my doctor. Uh-huh. Nice job, spammers. But the sad thing is this might work on some people. I can see it now. “Oh. It’s my doctor! It must be legit.” Oh the creative ways of spammers to prey on the stupid, the naive and the uninformed.

I Didn’t Know You Were a Mute.

I swear the strangest things happen to me when I’m out and about. Like this little gem for example. I’ll be standing at an intersection waiting for my chance to cross and not get killed. The time comes, andI’ll step off. Suddenly, without a word spoken, someone who I didn’t even notice beside me will have a firm grip on my arm!

Um dude. I appreciate you’re help, but if you don’t say a word to me, I have no idea what your intentions are. If I was a more jumpy person, I might think you were robbing me and start swingin’! I can’t even say all the ones who grab me without a word can’t speak the language, because when I say something like “What the hell?” I get very clear English spoken back.

Why do people feel the need to grab and try and drag me places? I mean, would they like it if random people decided to grab them and help them get into the store and across the street without provocation? Yesterday, the guy’s grip wasn’t so firm, so I was able to give him a little shove that was half accidental, half startled response and get him away. I appreciate the help, but please ask first before you decide to help me, and please, please, please, speak! With the number of creeps lurking around downtown anymore, I don’t take chances!

2 Things I Want For Christmas

It’s that time of year again. Time for my friends, family and blog readers [yeah right] to start asking the big question. “Steve, what do you want for Christmas?” Most years I kind of pause and just say “I dunno, just get me a gift certificate or something,” but this year I actually have 2 pretty good suggestions for everyone.

Suggestion number 1: The Vestibules, one of the greatest comedy troops of all time, have just released a huge collection of their classic material in a 4-volume mp3 set. The details are here, and if you’re a longtime fan like I am, you’ll love what they’ve included here. Each volume is only $5, and I can safely say that they could charge double that and I’d still buy all 4 of them.

Suggestion number 2: A roll of Recording Industry Association Of America toilet Paper.

I think Cory Doctorow over at Boing Boing said it best when he said, “Jinx is selling $6 rolls of RIAA bumwad — though it seems redundant. Those four letters are already inextricably associated with dirty assholes.”

How true.

And yes, I realize that toilet paper was suggestion number 2. Aren’t I clever? I didn’t think so either, don’t worry.

Plugs Ahoy!

It’s actually only 1 plug, but I couldn’t think of anything better to call this.

Salty Ham.com,
the list happiest site on the internet, is at it again. This time they’ve teamed up with the folks from
TBL
and
X Headlines
to present the top 100 pro wrestlers of all time.

Even though I’ve never been high on stuff like this, I went along with it because it’s good for business and I’m cool like that.

Anywho, the first part of the list is now up and ready for you to look over and comment on
here.

More of the list will be released in the coming weeks, and since I plug everything I do and I always need posting material, I’ll let you know when they’re posted. You can always stop by The Ham and look for them, but you should already be visiting there daily anyway so I shouldn’t have to tell you that.

Why I Don’t Write Songs

Any time I’ve been involved in any sort of musical project, I’ve always been pretty well content to stay away from the songwriting end of things. The reason for that is simple. I don’t write songs because I know that no matter what I do and no matter how hard I try, I will never in a million lifetimes be able to do better than this, which may just be the greatest piece of music ever composed.

Thanks to our old pal Greg for passing this work of genius our way.

Aaaaa! Not Yet!

I was sitting with a friend yesterday when she suddenly turned to me and said, “You have a big patch of grey hair!” This freaked me out, because I’m only 27! What the hell am I doing with a big spot of grey hair? I know I stress out a lot, maybe I gave them to myself! What a thought?

This started a whole cascade of thoughts. I wondered what it looks like, since I can’t really stand in front of a mirror and check. Ug!

Then I thought, how long until my whole head of hair is grey? What if it happens soon? I always said I wouldn’t rinse my hair, after seeing my mom’s hair destroyed by hair-colouring solution that always smelled more like urine than anything else. I’d watch her walk around with that thing on her head and think, “Why would you willingly wear piss on your head?” I knew it was to look good, but it still seemed wrong. Now her hair is all dry, like straw, and brittle. I don’t want mine to feel that way.

But I don’t want to look like an old hag either! I mean, some people can pull off the dignified grey hair thing, but I think they have to be actually older first. I don’t think I’m that old yet.

Then I thought, god I’m vain. I never wanted to be that way. I’m not the girl who likes to dress up. Hell I hate dressing up. I always feel like I can’t do what I feel comfortable doing because I’ll rip something or dirty something. Ug. Too much work. Plus it doesn’t feel like it suits me.

Then I thought, I think I’m thinking too much, probably adding to my stupid grey hairs.

I wonder how big the patch is now? Maybe after a while, if I get enough of them, people won’t think of me as the lost little kid anymore. Maybe this has its advantages.

Arg….Government!

It just never stops. The government’s quest for more ways to get tax money out of the people. Here’s the latest twist. Get this. There are internet gaming environments like Second Life and World of Warcraft, in which you can play these games and interact with other users. One of the things you can do withother users is buy and sell things. But this is all within the virtual world. This virtual economy is booming, and some of these communities have a virtual GDP rivaling the real GDP’s of some small countries. Apparently, there is now a U.S. congressional committee investigating how to tax these virtual assets. Sure, if user a and user b exchange real money, they know how to tax that, but now they want to tax the virtual stuff, the stuff that never leaves the server on which the game is played.

Hey buds, do you not grasp the difference between virtual and real? If the assets are *virtual*, they don’t actually exist outside the fantasy land of these servers. Therefore, there is no earthly way you can tax them! What’s next? You’re going to tax the assets gained in monopoly games? But they’re still ploughing ahead, wanting to have a report drafted up on this by the end of the year.

All I can say is, stupid government pricks! Do they not know when to stop? Of course they don’t! Why do I bother to ask?

Do I Dare Call it a Debate?

I kind of feel bad not having this up sooner, but time got away from me. Then this whole thing came back to me, and with all the other talk of the municipal election, I felt this had to be posted.

I’m really glad they have debates before an election, not just so you can hear what the politicians’ stances are on issues, but so you can get a feel for who they are. But this debate, which had our five candidates for the two councillors in our part of the city, on top of all of that, was just entertaining. I think some of these people should have had a little more practice.

Let’s get a look at how our candidates did, or at least how I felt they did. First off, there were the two who were already on council, trying to keep their seats. Maggie Laidlaw was cool. She said things that made sense, was able to joke, and you really felt she was comfortable. I guess other people agreed, she’s still here, and got the highest number of votes.

Dan Schnurr, on the other hand, seemed more than a bit nervous. Whenever anyone asked him a hard question, he would sit squarely on the fense and say nothing of any consequence. He confused me, because just when I thought I’d gotten a read on where he stood, he would surprise me. He seemed very conservative, and then he’d talk about his push for social housing. I felt sorry for poor Dan in a way, because as much as I tried to listen to him, his voice bugged the shit out of me. It sounded like he had swallowed one of those king-sized marbles and it was stuck in his vocal chords. I kept calling him Pee-wee Schnurrman.

But oh when you got to the people trying to get on council, that’s where the fun began. I guess I can understand it, since they probably haven’t had much practice with this stuff. First, there was Craig Chamberlain. You could tell he was obviously reading from his notes whenever they asked him a question. In his opening statement, he said something about “this is not about me and how bad I am at public speaking.” I think it was supposed to be a joke, but it was more like a nail in the coffin for me. I don’t remember a thing he said. Sometimes because whatever he spewed out didn’t relate to the question at all, and sometimes because his delivery was so unbelievably distracting. Not only would he stutter and stammer long enough to run out of time, but sometimes he would drastically change his pace of speech from really slow to almost as fast as that guy in the Expedia.ca commercial. Ok not quite that fast, but you know what I mean. I do remember that his campaign was called the common ground campaign. He only said that a zilion times.

Next, there was June Hofland. She went from making perfect sense, like when she talked about things needing to be in walking distance because we need to do less driving, to being kind of funny, like when she talked about how she would meet with her neighbours to discuss things over butter tarts, to looking absolutely positively stupid! Note: when you’re in a debate that could decide whether or not people vote for you, it’s never good to get that deer in the headlights look and go “I … don’t … knooooow!” on several questions. Maybe that just bugged me because it reminded me of other stupid dopes we met in a certain apartment hunt. Come on, show that you know something. Show that you’ve done some research into what you’re going to do for the next four years. At the end, it was like she was pleading for people to give her a chance. “I really want to get onto council so I can learn these things…” Well I guess the pleading worked, she edged out poor old Pee-wee Schnurrman.

But the funniest one of all was Charlie Whittaker, who came in last. Where do I begin? Well, I guess I’ll begin by telling him to turn on his microphone. This guy could not grasp the idea that in order for a microphone to work, you have to turn it on, and in order for it to not feed back when it was time for the next councillor to speak, you have to turn it off when you were done, and could not grasp the concept over the course of a two-hour debate. Steve thought that if we’d listened to the debate later, we should have played the “your microphone please, Charlie” drinking game, where you do a shot whenever the poor moderator had to tell dear old Charlie to turn on or off his microphone. But maybe it’s a good idea we didn’t, because by the end, we would have been completely smashed and unable to understand what they were saying anyway.

But the strangeness wasn’t over once Charlie did get his microphone on and started to talk. When asked what his top issue was, all he could come up with was the beautification of Edinburgh Road. That’s the best he could do? Make one road in the whole ward look better? There wasn’t mention of affordable housing, families, jobs, the garbage situation. Just the beautification of one road.

The best was his complete arrogance. I think he thought he had his seat in the bag already. He must have, because he proclaimed to everyone that he has spent $250 to install a second phone, or “telly phone” as he pronounced it, in his house exclusively for calls from constituents. Well, there’s $250 he’ll be wishing he never spent. How about waiting until you get elected, and then installing your telly phone? Maybe you should also master the micro phone.

Now I just feel like a big meany. I know I would probably suck heartily if I tried to run for council. But I figure if I’m putting myself on public display, I’m opening myself up to be roasted if I don’t at least prepare a little. So I guess they deserved it. But I never knew a debate could be that entertaining!

What’s He Going To Do When They Make Another Movie?

Right now, somewhere in Britain, there is a man walking around named James Dr No From Russia With Love Goldfinger Thunderball You Only Live Twice On Her Majesty’s Secret Service Diamonds Are Forever Live And Let Die The Man With The Golden Gun The Spy Who Loved Me Moonraker For Your Eyes Only Octopussy A View To A Kill The Living Daylights Licence To Kill Golden Eye Tomorrow Never Dies The World Is Not Enough Die Another Day Casino Royale Bond. But the difference between him and the poor kids with names like Superman and Harry Potter [those are their first names] in
this story
is that at least the Bond guy got to make the choice for himself. the others are poor kids who had those names given to them at birth.

I guess the point of this post, other than to point out the complete absurdity of something like this, is to show
Carin
that no matter how bad names get, things can always get worse.