pressure

It's almost 7 PM here, I haven't been able to sleep today because somehow it's gotten to be 27 degrees with the humidity. My knee hurts. My head is in some kind of spin because there is never enough money, and I am feeling horribly horribly agitated on some sexual level like I can't get enough nor can I get fulfillment when I do get laid.

When I see a hot guy, I can't be sure if I want to fuck him or eat him.

That is all.

its Rogers neighbourhood

Idiots.

Rogers decided to make Miriam's life hell recently by telling her that she had used in excess of 400 GB of her download limit. Anyone who knows this woman knows that she rarely surfs, she doesn't download anything, and her computer is on maybe 5 hours a week, so odds of this being her own activity are pretty slim. We got this resolved with some more knowledgeable people over the telephone, but to be safe, in case this was some kind of spamming mail-bot, we downloaded Rogers online security and installed in, getting rid of the Norton antivirus that she had just paid to have installed. It crossed my mind that as a frequent downloader myself, I might be at risk, so I did the same thing.

Well. My computer now runs a lot slower than it used to, now that this is running in the background. Granted my machine is a bit on the older side of things, but that's because I am not going to "upgrade" to Vista anytime soon and have everything screw up on me. I can hardly watch anything on youtube anymore; it looks like excerpts from the Shopping Channel, or the way it used to look. Even watching DivX videos is dodgy, with the frames freezing every so often, just enough to be disconcerting. And odd times there is this odd "click" sound over the speakers, which is the default sound my browser uses when it changes or refreshes a page, so I know something's going on in there.

Thanks Rogers. Thanks for making my online experience just that much more tedious.

You bastards.

That is all.

a brush with nature

Last night at work one of my staff came to me and said there was a raccoon in one of the monotainers we use for old flyers and such. And lo, there was. A pretty good sized one. His presence there more or less absolved me of doing any work all night, as I had to sit and monitor him until pest control showed up - something like 4 hours later. Madness. And when the guy did attempt to collar the critter, oh the fuss it kicked up, the screeching and the hissing. And then it took flight, running through the sortation area and through final sort amongst the legs of amused postal workers until it was finally captured and dragged out.

This is by no means indicative of a typical night at Canada Post, but I am left wondering: what's next?

That is all.

Iron Man

Parker had a sleepover last Friday night, and Saturday morning once we had been to the St Lawrence Market for shopping, then done a bit of recreational shopping, we went to see Iron Man on a whim at the new AMC Theatres at Yonge and Dundas downtown. Parker's initial review of the building itself was a treat and a half: "When did THAT land?" he asked me.

So. Iron Man. Arms dealer Tony Stark, played by a newly clean and sober Robert Downey Jr, has for the most part been able to wash his hands of what people did with the weapons his company produces until the day comes where he is captured by terrorists. With his eyes opened to what has happened, he makes a clunky metal suit and escapes, then returns to his home in the States, renounces the products his company makes, and goes on a one-man crusade to rid the world of those weapons. And he does it in a sleek yet powerful suit of gold and crimson. And he is dubbed "Iron Man" by the media.

As superheros go, Tony Stark is no Superman, nor Spiderman, not even an X-Man; he's just a guy with a vision, which is more like Batman. I won't say he's that smart; he's brilliant enough to build his metal suit, but he had his head in the clouds if he didn't grasp what the far-reaching effects of manufacturing weapons would be, and it takes having one of them pointed at him for his eyes to be opened. And like Bruce Wayne, he's got enough money to afford to be a crusader, although as memory serves, his identity was never really a secret; he starts by leting his buddy in the military in on the secret, and then his secretary, Miss Pepper Potts (played by Madonna's yoga buddy Gwenyth Paltrow in her first role in years) clues in.

What did we think? Parker said "This is a really good movie!", which to me says it did what it set out to do. I forgive all the nonsense from The Phantom Menace on this same criteria; if a child enjoys it, then you reached someone. Me, I wished they could have turned the sound down a notch in the theatre. I'm not as young as I used to be, and now going to 11 means staying up late, not making my ears bleed.

That is all.