So around 4 AM my asshole neighbour in apartment 301 decided to come home and slam all his doors and play loud music and yell and scream and throw things around and break shit. I don't care if he breaks things; with any luck he killed himself, but for god's sake what kind of people is Porta Holdings renting to these days? I've got the pigs down the hall leaving their garbage out and now this ass next door. Angry letter time to management, and phone calls to the police next time.
Jamie and I went for breakfast at a Queen East establishment called Hello Toast! which has a really clever kind of website and some interesting eclectic decor. The charm of its visual appeal though is not enough to forgive their awful pancakes. I ordered the blueberry flapjacks and they were just slabs of dough with blueberries on top. And there was some needy jerk beside us who kept switching tables because he thought they were all too wobbly. The walk back along Queen Street East to our next destination was pleasant though; it always is. We had nice blue skies and sunshine, which is hard to dress for when the humidity starts to come out of the air and you sear and burn in the open and freeze in the shade.
Our nest stop was the annual Word on the Street publishing festival. When I worked at Penguin Books Canada the WOTS materials were always a priority but this year I couldn't find the Penguin booth. Odd. But there were lots of people out there looking at books, talking about books, buying books, holding books or standing next to books to make themselves look smarter. Wonderful, I said as we got there, just wonderful, but the charm wore off when the psuedo-literary crowd just turned into any other crowd complete with staggering zombies, morons with strollers bashing into people's legs, and pretentious gits poo-pooing everyone else's choice of reading material. Oh and there were books.
Over to Church Street we went for a stroll where pretentiousness is not only expected but encouraged. Check out all those stylish gay men who swear up and down on the internet that they do not "do" the Church Street scene, but there they were all tarted up and tottering up and down the sidewalk on a Sunday afternoon. And there was already loud dance music blaring from the local businesses trying to lure customers inside with the promise of the party never stopping if you buy their overpriced underwear or their crude witless t shirts.
Then home.
So here I am with the last few minutes of my day ticking by before I go to work tonight. Yes, the week commenceth anew. And what pleasures it shall hold. Ahead of me I see... payday. Oh and my nephews are going to be here on Friday night for a sleepover. Seems they like coming here. Hopefully not for the shopping, cause this pay is a tight one. But that doesn't mean we can't have a few little treats. Emphasis on "little", with "little" meaning "affordable".
That is all.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
the autumn ugh
Hello I have a cold.
I've stayed home 2 days from work trying to stave this thing off and lo it seems to be getting worse. Oh this SUCKS. I actually thought I had it conquered this time; I've stayed quiet, I've stayed in bed, I've stayed warm and I've not had any bad foods, but still it to to me somehow and has sunk its evil talons of disease into me.
Yes that's a tad melodramatic, I know. But you tell my sinuses to tone it down and see how far you get.
In other news, I heard last night that the Laundry Express at Davisvile and Yonge is closing effective 2 November. Seems the Hasty Market that shares the building has bought the laundromat and is going to expand so they can compete with the Sobeys on Balliol Street. This kind of sucks because I liked going to the Laundry Express and getting everything done there; my own building only has 3 washers and 3 dryers - you tell me how that makes any sense at all in a 4 storey building with 10 units per floor with at least one tenant per unit. Yeah, 40 people sharing those machines. As if. I have a bit of an edge on this though when it does roll around to November; if I am still working midnights then I have all day to do my laundry instead of Saturday or Sunday like everyone else. But still. There's another laundromat over on Mount Pleasant but it's not easy walking distance in the winter and it doesn't look as clean as it could be. A friend of mine got herself all worked up about bedbugs while we were discussing this last night, and while I admit that bedbugs are becoming the new cockroaches in Toronto, freaking out about picking up a bedbug at a laundromat isn't going to make Laundry Express stay open.
Oh wow look, the sun's starting to come up. You can tell it's autumn when the sun starts to come up later every day. This time last month it was already blazing across my apartment. In a couple weeks my view of the sunrise will be gone again as the tennis club next door will put up the bubble for the autumn and winter season. At least it'll be quieter for a few months - then I will just have to contend with all the internal nonsense of this building; that stupid bitch upstairs who clunks around in her high heels, that loud moron next door, the barking dog on the other side, and the dirty pigs across the hall who leave their garbage and recycling out in the hall overnight. Ah city life. I don't think it would be any different anywhere else.
I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night. Have you seen it? I was worried it was going to be crap. But it's not. It's insanely brilliant. Burn After Reading, now that was crap. Babylon AD was also crap. On both occasions the person I went to see them with tried to offer some kind of flimsy excuse that they were good because they were "funny". Or even better, saying that we shouldn't have expected a Vin (although, big fan though she claims to be she still calls him "Van") Diesel film to be any good. Then WHY DID WE GO. Sarah Marshall on the other hand is a fantastic story about a guy dumped by his celebrity ex-girlfriend who tries to get away from her but finds out she is literally everywhere, even at the 5 star resort in Hawaii that he goes to in search of some personal down-time. And she's there with the Euro-trash celebrity that she dumped him for. But there's hope for Peter the Dumped; he meets Rachel who works the front desk, and she's good for him. And he learns to live again. Oddly if the roles were reversed this would be a chick flick and a half complete with some drippy soundtrack. But as a dumped-guy flick it's pretty awesome, the comedy is well done and not excessive and not out of place, while the pain he feels when he sees Sarah with the Other Guy is not glossed over. I approve. See it. Wait - rent it, it's out on DVD next week.
That is all.
I've stayed home 2 days from work trying to stave this thing off and lo it seems to be getting worse. Oh this SUCKS. I actually thought I had it conquered this time; I've stayed quiet, I've stayed in bed, I've stayed warm and I've not had any bad foods, but still it to to me somehow and has sunk its evil talons of disease into me.
Yes that's a tad melodramatic, I know. But you tell my sinuses to tone it down and see how far you get.
In other news, I heard last night that the Laundry Express at Davisvile and Yonge is closing effective 2 November. Seems the Hasty Market that shares the building has bought the laundromat and is going to expand so they can compete with the Sobeys on Balliol Street. This kind of sucks because I liked going to the Laundry Express and getting everything done there; my own building only has 3 washers and 3 dryers - you tell me how that makes any sense at all in a 4 storey building with 10 units per floor with at least one tenant per unit. Yeah, 40 people sharing those machines. As if. I have a bit of an edge on this though when it does roll around to November; if I am still working midnights then I have all day to do my laundry instead of Saturday or Sunday like everyone else. But still. There's another laundromat over on Mount Pleasant but it's not easy walking distance in the winter and it doesn't look as clean as it could be. A friend of mine got herself all worked up about bedbugs while we were discussing this last night, and while I admit that bedbugs are becoming the new cockroaches in Toronto, freaking out about picking up a bedbug at a laundromat isn't going to make Laundry Express stay open.
Oh wow look, the sun's starting to come up. You can tell it's autumn when the sun starts to come up later every day. This time last month it was already blazing across my apartment. In a couple weeks my view of the sunrise will be gone again as the tennis club next door will put up the bubble for the autumn and winter season. At least it'll be quieter for a few months - then I will just have to contend with all the internal nonsense of this building; that stupid bitch upstairs who clunks around in her high heels, that loud moron next door, the barking dog on the other side, and the dirty pigs across the hall who leave their garbage and recycling out in the hall overnight. Ah city life. I don't think it would be any different anywhere else.
I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night. Have you seen it? I was worried it was going to be crap. But it's not. It's insanely brilliant. Burn After Reading, now that was crap. Babylon AD was also crap. On both occasions the person I went to see them with tried to offer some kind of flimsy excuse that they were good because they were "funny". Or even better, saying that we shouldn't have expected a Vin (although, big fan though she claims to be she still calls him "Van") Diesel film to be any good. Then WHY DID WE GO. Sarah Marshall on the other hand is a fantastic story about a guy dumped by his celebrity ex-girlfriend who tries to get away from her but finds out she is literally everywhere, even at the 5 star resort in Hawaii that he goes to in search of some personal down-time. And she's there with the Euro-trash celebrity that she dumped him for. But there's hope for Peter the Dumped; he meets Rachel who works the front desk, and she's good for him. And he learns to live again. Oddly if the roles were reversed this would be a chick flick and a half complete with some drippy soundtrack. But as a dumped-guy flick it's pretty awesome, the comedy is well done and not excessive and not out of place, while the pain he feels when he sees Sarah with the Other Guy is not glossed over. I approve. See it. Wait - rent it, it's out on DVD next week.
That is all.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
nicky and me
I had a good visit with my nephew Nicholas.
I met him and my sister and Parker at IKEA on Friday (after a fantastic lunch with my friend Raffaella) and then I brought Nicky home with me for an overnight. I can't say enough what a good little boy he was for me; he wasn't loud or rowdy, he didn't get that last last minute need to go home, he had his bedtime snack and went to bed when it was time. There was this brief moment about 1.30 AM where he woke up needing his mom but he calmed down and went back to sleep and was ready to go to the St Lawrence Market with me when it opened.
We did a lot of walking over the course of the day and the combined effect of that and an early start wore him right out, so by the end of the day I was carrying him a lot. I don't mind that much; soon he's going to be too big for me to carry around and hold. His brother is already getting there.
A friend of mine told me that this sort of visit where we do all these things downtown is "building memories". I really hope so. And I hope they're good ones. But there were no tears, no panic, no scares... just fun. See here I go again feeling a bit empty and alone after a visit with the kids. I guess I just like having someone to look after.
What I don't like, though, is feeling sick. Which is how I feel right now. Last week I was feeling a slow attack on my body by whatever nasty cold is starting to brew out there, and now today, I feel like hell. I keep feeling like I am going to be sick, my nose is starting to run and my head is starting to get all stuffed up. I think the foolish drinking and eating Chinese food last night was what really finished things off though; I haven't had anything like that for so long my body was bound to protest. I am supposed to be at work for 10 PM tonight. I can make it, but I don't know how long I will last. I'll give the powers that be a heads up on that so there's no surprises if I am missing in the morning. I'd rather not go in at all but I have too much going on to miss. Like, if I don't do it, no-one else will.
Oh and my friend Danny is in Toronto and I am not going to be able to see him because of all this. Wunderbar.
That is all.
I met him and my sister and Parker at IKEA on Friday (after a fantastic lunch with my friend Raffaella) and then I brought Nicky home with me for an overnight. I can't say enough what a good little boy he was for me; he wasn't loud or rowdy, he didn't get that last last minute need to go home, he had his bedtime snack and went to bed when it was time. There was this brief moment about 1.30 AM where he woke up needing his mom but he calmed down and went back to sleep and was ready to go to the St Lawrence Market with me when it opened.
We did a lot of walking over the course of the day and the combined effect of that and an early start wore him right out, so by the end of the day I was carrying him a lot. I don't mind that much; soon he's going to be too big for me to carry around and hold. His brother is already getting there.
A friend of mine told me that this sort of visit where we do all these things downtown is "building memories". I really hope so. And I hope they're good ones. But there were no tears, no panic, no scares... just fun. See here I go again feeling a bit empty and alone after a visit with the kids. I guess I just like having someone to look after.
What I don't like, though, is feeling sick. Which is how I feel right now. Last week I was feeling a slow attack on my body by whatever nasty cold is starting to brew out there, and now today, I feel like hell. I keep feeling like I am going to be sick, my nose is starting to run and my head is starting to get all stuffed up. I think the foolish drinking and eating Chinese food last night was what really finished things off though; I haven't had anything like that for so long my body was bound to protest. I am supposed to be at work for 10 PM tonight. I can make it, but I don't know how long I will last. I'll give the powers that be a heads up on that so there's no surprises if I am missing in the morning. I'd rather not go in at all but I have too much going on to miss. Like, if I don't do it, no-one else will.
Oh and my friend Danny is in Toronto and I am not going to be able to see him because of all this. Wunderbar.
That is all.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
net-free thursday
I'm going to try something tomorrow.
Or in a few minutes as the case may be.
I am going to stay off the internet for the entire day Thursday 18 September. Okay I will check e-mails because those could be important, but there will be no chatting, no browsing, no blogging, none of that. I'm not sure if I waste any more time online than anyone else does watching TV, but tomorrow I am going to devote the time to reading, housework, that sort of thing. Oh and I'm going to the gym too for another mauling by my trainer - that should be fun.
And then the week will be over, effectively.
Quick note that my nephew, Nicky, will be here Friday night and into Saturday so there's even more time offline. That should be fun, although I am not sure what he wants to do when he is here; his interest level ends at Webkinz these days. But who can say.
That is all.
Or in a few minutes as the case may be.
I am going to stay off the internet for the entire day Thursday 18 September. Okay I will check e-mails because those could be important, but there will be no chatting, no browsing, no blogging, none of that. I'm not sure if I waste any more time online than anyone else does watching TV, but tomorrow I am going to devote the time to reading, housework, that sort of thing. Oh and I'm going to the gym too for another mauling by my trainer - that should be fun.
And then the week will be over, effectively.
Quick note that my nephew, Nicky, will be here Friday night and into Saturday so there's even more time offline. That should be fun, although I am not sure what he wants to do when he is here; his interest level ends at Webkinz these days. But who can say.
That is all.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
cranky
I'm working on a day shift this week with the intent of passing on some training to my staff. That's all fine n dandy but it has gotten off to a slow start because the window I have to operate in is so small - maybe 1.5 hours out of the day - that I literally have to sit around and wait for them to be available once their regular work is complete. In the meantime I have to look busy and do stuff to warrant being there. Today I had to fill my morning with trivia as well as my regular work and every time I tried to do something I had to give up my computer to someone else whose needs were more pressing (which is potentially valid because there are X number of supervisors during the day and X number of computers for them to use; me being around during the day means X + 1 supervisors and you can see where things starts to get uneven). So right off the bat I am feeling as if I can't get anything done.
I just woke up from a nap and feel cranky. Cranky because I'm encountering this obstacle at work, and cranky because I feel my life outside of work ringing slightly hollow. I do't know what it is I feel is missing; we've been over the reasons why I am single so many times I believe I've talked the Universe into giving up on finding me a mate. Sure it could be lack of money but I don't think that's really an original complaint. I think I'm back to that whole "There must be more than this," sentiment I expressed a while back, wherein I ranted that beyond work and material things there has to be something worthwhile to keep people interested in staying alive. Although frankly, I've been downtown on the commuter rushes, and there are a lot of people who have things and jobs to help them buy them, but somewhere in the equation they must have offered up their will to live in exchange.
The elusive "other" is still out there and I've come no closer to defining what it is I feel I am missing, nor am I homing in on that feeling of contented bliss. Maybe it's autumn in its slow approach starting to drive me nuts. Maybe I hate my job (I'll be honest, the night thing is boring but faced with the silliness of the day shift I'm starting to see it as a better option for reasons such as more quiet time, and less drama brought on by other people). Maybe I hate my neighbours (there's a new one next door and I can hear his music sometimes and the insane cackling of his bitch girlfriend).
Okay find something positive. Come on. Think think think.
Oh there's something: my nephew, Nicholas, is going to stay with me on Friday night to Saturday afternoon. He's the one who just turned 7 this month. This will be his very first sleepover on his own without his brother here with him, so it'll be interesting. I am looking forward to him staying with me, so there's a slight ray of light ahead. I don't know what our agenda will be; Nicky is not the early riser that his brother is, so we won't be hitting the St Lawrence Market at 5 AM, and he's not too bothered about clothes so the shopping will be minimal. He likes cartoons but I don't have cable. Hmm.
Oh look my cuppa tea is ready. There's another glimmer of hope. Nothing makes things seem less daunting than a nice cuppa tea.
That is all.
I just woke up from a nap and feel cranky. Cranky because I'm encountering this obstacle at work, and cranky because I feel my life outside of work ringing slightly hollow. I do't know what it is I feel is missing; we've been over the reasons why I am single so many times I believe I've talked the Universe into giving up on finding me a mate. Sure it could be lack of money but I don't think that's really an original complaint. I think I'm back to that whole "There must be more than this," sentiment I expressed a while back, wherein I ranted that beyond work and material things there has to be something worthwhile to keep people interested in staying alive. Although frankly, I've been downtown on the commuter rushes, and there are a lot of people who have things and jobs to help them buy them, but somewhere in the equation they must have offered up their will to live in exchange.
The elusive "other" is still out there and I've come no closer to defining what it is I feel I am missing, nor am I homing in on that feeling of contented bliss. Maybe it's autumn in its slow approach starting to drive me nuts. Maybe I hate my job (I'll be honest, the night thing is boring but faced with the silliness of the day shift I'm starting to see it as a better option for reasons such as more quiet time, and less drama brought on by other people). Maybe I hate my neighbours (there's a new one next door and I can hear his music sometimes and the insane cackling of his bitch girlfriend).
Okay find something positive. Come on. Think think think.
Oh there's something: my nephew, Nicholas, is going to stay with me on Friday night to Saturday afternoon. He's the one who just turned 7 this month. This will be his very first sleepover on his own without his brother here with him, so it'll be interesting. I am looking forward to him staying with me, so there's a slight ray of light ahead. I don't know what our agenda will be; Nicky is not the early riser that his brother is, so we won't be hitting the St Lawrence Market at 5 AM, and he's not too bothered about clothes so the shopping will be minimal. He likes cartoons but I don't have cable. Hmm.
Oh look my cuppa tea is ready. There's another glimmer of hope. Nothing makes things seem less daunting than a nice cuppa tea.
That is all.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
big bang day
So this is it.
In a few hours they'll fire their first beam through the particle accelerator and we'll all see just how clever scientists are with their 10 billion dollar project.
I've been reading a few blogs about CERN and the opinions I have read are polarized; there are some people scared to death about what could happen if this goes wrong, and then there are others who are sitting there all smug calling the concerned parties all sorts of names. What really gets me though is the sheer lack of scientific rebuttall; the people who say we should be worried have all sorts of theories and research to quote from, but the ones who are all for charging ahead really have nothing to say except that if we're not scientists, we must be stupid, so we should just sit here and let someone's pet research project put all of us and all our children at risk.
And let's not forget that there's a lot of money tied up in this as well for big investors, all looking for a way to use this information to bolster their respective military forces. So yeah why not go head and vape us all, seeing as the whole thing is probably being built to do just that anyways.
I am not normally one to side with the worriers of the world, seeing as most of their opinions come from quotations from scripture, but this time I'm going to sit with them even if it's not for the same reasons. To me, a scientist using actual rational proof to say this thing is dangerous bears a lot more weight than those who will sit there and say "Oh if a small black hole is created it will evaporate in one second,". There are also clever-clogs who say with all sorts of conviction that a black hole is no stronger than the mass is was created from, which is usually, theoretically, a collapsed star. But the problem here is unless I've missed out on something about the space program, nobody has actually seen a black hole, been to one, or studied one properly. I mean it's not as if we have one handy nearby that we can look at properly - it's all just speculation until we know for sure. I just don't think it's a very smart idea to go playing with this stuff right here on the planet when we dont know enough about it to be sure it's safe. I personally don't think this whole rant about all experiments having a certain amount of risk associated with them is really a good argument when you're risking the whole planet, and the lives of everyone on it. Imagine if it goes wrong - are they going to apologize fast enough?
Smart people can be so fucking stupid sometimes.
That is all.
In a few hours they'll fire their first beam through the particle accelerator and we'll all see just how clever scientists are with their 10 billion dollar project.
I've been reading a few blogs about CERN and the opinions I have read are polarized; there are some people scared to death about what could happen if this goes wrong, and then there are others who are sitting there all smug calling the concerned parties all sorts of names. What really gets me though is the sheer lack of scientific rebuttall; the people who say we should be worried have all sorts of theories and research to quote from, but the ones who are all for charging ahead really have nothing to say except that if we're not scientists, we must be stupid, so we should just sit here and let someone's pet research project put all of us and all our children at risk.
And let's not forget that there's a lot of money tied up in this as well for big investors, all looking for a way to use this information to bolster their respective military forces. So yeah why not go head and vape us all, seeing as the whole thing is probably being built to do just that anyways.
I am not normally one to side with the worriers of the world, seeing as most of their opinions come from quotations from scripture, but this time I'm going to sit with them even if it's not for the same reasons. To me, a scientist using actual rational proof to say this thing is dangerous bears a lot more weight than those who will sit there and say "Oh if a small black hole is created it will evaporate in one second,". There are also clever-clogs who say with all sorts of conviction that a black hole is no stronger than the mass is was created from, which is usually, theoretically, a collapsed star. But the problem here is unless I've missed out on something about the space program, nobody has actually seen a black hole, been to one, or studied one properly. I mean it's not as if we have one handy nearby that we can look at properly - it's all just speculation until we know for sure. I just don't think it's a very smart idea to go playing with this stuff right here on the planet when we dont know enough about it to be sure it's safe. I personally don't think this whole rant about all experiments having a certain amount of risk associated with them is really a good argument when you're risking the whole planet, and the lives of everyone on it. Imagine if it goes wrong - are they going to apologize fast enough?
Smart people can be so fucking stupid sometimes.
That is all.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
the eyes of a child
I feel terrible.
On Saturday I was at my sister's house for the day and was telling her how the world is going to end on Wednesday. Whether or not it actually will is another story.
There's a scientific experiment being conducted in Switzerland where a massive particle accelerator has been built with the aim of creating cosmic rays and studying conditions from the Big Bang. I don't think this is a particularly bright idea considering that it wasn't called the Big Bang for nothing. There have been a lot of comments made in the scientific communtiy about the lack of wisdom in doing this sort of experiment right here where we live, and all the terrible things that could happen if it is not done right, like black holes, cosmic rays, thermonuclear blasts - to name just a few.
So anyways there I am telling this to my sister and then I realize that my nephew, Parker, has come into the room, and the look on his face told me he had heard everything. I thought I was going to be sick on the spot from the immediate guilt, that a small boy only 10 years old has just heard me saying this out loud and with such conviction that he would believe it. I was just saying to a co-worker that it was almost as bad as if I had hit him, which is something I have never done and never would.
I can't shake that guilt now. I've been feeling terrible since that moment, and all I can see is his face, on the edge of tears. I can't do anything about it now, but I can't concentrate, I can't sleep right, and I have work I should be doing right now, but I had to get it out there and out of me.
Hopefully on Thursday I can look back on this and laugh.
That is all.
On Saturday I was at my sister's house for the day and was telling her how the world is going to end on Wednesday. Whether or not it actually will is another story.
There's a scientific experiment being conducted in Switzerland where a massive particle accelerator has been built with the aim of creating cosmic rays and studying conditions from the Big Bang. I don't think this is a particularly bright idea considering that it wasn't called the Big Bang for nothing. There have been a lot of comments made in the scientific communtiy about the lack of wisdom in doing this sort of experiment right here where we live, and all the terrible things that could happen if it is not done right, like black holes, cosmic rays, thermonuclear blasts - to name just a few.
So anyways there I am telling this to my sister and then I realize that my nephew, Parker, has come into the room, and the look on his face told me he had heard everything. I thought I was going to be sick on the spot from the immediate guilt, that a small boy only 10 years old has just heard me saying this out loud and with such conviction that he would believe it. I was just saying to a co-worker that it was almost as bad as if I had hit him, which is something I have never done and never would.
I can't shake that guilt now. I've been feeling terrible since that moment, and all I can see is his face, on the edge of tears. I can't do anything about it now, but I can't concentrate, I can't sleep right, and I have work I should be doing right now, but I had to get it out there and out of me.
Hopefully on Thursday I can look back on this and laugh.
That is all.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
another early morning
The alarm went off at 4:05 AM and every instinct just screamed that it was actually the afternoon and it shouldn't be this dark out.
But no. It's the morning. I am normally at work right now, halfway through my shift, but today I have a Town Hall meeting to attend out in Mississauga. Breakfast will be next followed by a mad dash to the TTC to get a Metropass (late, I might add, because my expenses got held up) and then a trip down to Islington to catch the 35E across Eglinton to Dixie Road.... agh, the joys of transit. Why everything Canada Post does had to be in Mississauga I'll never know.
Anyway. I'll be home around 5.30 PM and then the weekend begins for me. Well, kinda. More on that as it progresses.
That is all.
But no. It's the morning. I am normally at work right now, halfway through my shift, but today I have a Town Hall meeting to attend out in Mississauga. Breakfast will be next followed by a mad dash to the TTC to get a Metropass (late, I might add, because my expenses got held up) and then a trip down to Islington to catch the 35E across Eglinton to Dixie Road.... agh, the joys of transit. Why everything Canada Post does had to be in Mississauga I'll never know.
Anyway. I'll be home around 5.30 PM and then the weekend begins for me. Well, kinda. More on that as it progresses.
That is all.
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