He said: “It pisses me off when you tell me that you will be back around a certain time and you get here three hours later.”

She heard: “I don’t want you to go out with your friends.”

He said: “You could’ve called to let me know you were coming back later.”

She heard: “You need to tell me exactly what you did with those people because I don’t trust you.”

Of course it went downhill from there.

She has every right to be mad that someone would prevent her from going out with her friends, and ask for a play-by-play of her activities.

But he’s not that someone. He says what he means, and he means what he says. He has a perfect track record at that.

So he’s still pissed.

And she still thinks he doesn’t want her to go out with her friends.

So “Les Jeux du Québec” are happening right in my backyard.

You’d think that would be a good thing. You know, “olympic” games right near my house. Walking distance. A stone’s throw as the old folks say.

The red dot is LeSombre’s Castle, the blue dot is the tent of DOOM.
Google says it’s about 200m / 600ft between the dots.

The problem I have – because I’m old – is that the city, in its infinite wisdom, decided to make a special ByLaw allowing the coaches and volunteers (and most probably some athletes) to party until 2:00 am. To the excruciating sound of really really bad disco music cranked up all the way to twelve.

That’s two in the frakkin’ morning.

That’s twelve as in even higher than Spinal Tap’s eleven.

Every.

Single.

Frakkin’.

Night.

So I’m up until 2:30 every single frakkin’ night since last Thursday. Yesterday I went over there to ask the DJ when his little party would stop, and upon arriving on the site I was greeted by a city cop who informed me of said special bylaw. Apparently I was not the only one coming over to ask about the partying. The cop wished me courage, as it will continue until this Friday.

The biggest problem I have with this can be expressed with this handy Venn graph:

You’re laughing because it’s true. Also because you don’t live here.

So I’m thinking that since I can’t sleep, I’ll get myself a Vuvuzela and I’ll go encourage my mayor to revise his position on the ByLaw, from 11pm to 2 am until the end of the games.

Who’s with me?

‘Kayso recently I took some wine-tasting classes, and to my surprise, I really like wine.

I mean I knew I liked wine, but I’m a Single Malt guy and I thought that wouldn’t be able to taste the more subtle differences in wine compared to a really peaty and smoky Scotch – if that makes sense. But it turns out I’m not that bad at smelling and tasting. I’m vaguely considering doing a sommelier certificate just for kicks and giggles.

In any case, I thought I’d share with you some of the discoveries I made over the week-end.

But then this happened:

Ahem. This is my work computer! Dammit! Now I’m going to have to spend the day cleaning out this sh*t… I was really mad. But then a few seconds later I got this warning:

And it really made me laugh out loud.

So, I guess I’m out for a little while. Please cook some spaghetti for me, and hope that I get touched by His noodly appendage.

Yup. Still not better.

You know what brown can do for me? It can kiss my ass.

*Just to be clear: I don’t hate UPS. I have a massive case of diarrhea.

This is kind of a rebirth edition. With pictures / graphics. Enjoy.

• The Phoenix: So Hilly decided to reinvent herself. I can’t wait to see what she’ll do next. Just so you know, I’m totally stealing the Hilly Sundays and making them Mikey Sundays. I kid, I kid. I never blog on Sundays anymore.

• The Dark Phoenix: I’m thinking about this. Again. I already did this and that, so I’m thinking about making it official. Again. Feel free to gimme your thoughts, opinions and assvice.

• The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. So I completely missed the release of Gathering Storm, the 12th (and final) book in the Wheel of time series. Well, true to the Robert Jordan experience, the final book has now become a three book saga. So the ending is really a beginning. As it should be, I guess.

• Galaxies are Colliding: I look good in black.

In a slightly modified Call of Cthulhu tradition, I’ll keep the last two bullets for myself – the madness is here and I’m not going down without a fight.

That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.

Oh yeah, it’s Monday all right.

This is “Disintegration” from Luke Chueng.

I gotta keep it together. I might kill someone before the day is over*. Stay tuned.

*Of course I won’t. But if I did, wouldn’t this be messed up?

It’s no secret that I take the bus to work.

I don’t know why it might be a secret, or why it would make sense that it’d be a secret, but it seemed a good sentence to start this post, unlike this one.

So anyways, I live on the blue dot and work on the pinkish dot. Every weekday I use a combination of taking the bus and walking while following the green line to get me to work.

Normal bus/walk route

This takes me to work in about 50 minutes or so.

Yesterday, the bus made a slight detour – I didn’t know why at the time.

Wednesday’s detour.

I didn’t really mind, because even with the detour, I got to work in about 50 minutes or so. Today, we took a different detour.

Today’s detour.

You wanna guess how long it took me to get to work today? I’ll give you a hint: I took me 1h35 minutes to get to work. Sigh.

Maybe I’ll try some of that winter cycling tomorrow…

I know some of you have been asking Facebook for a “Hate” button. Well, I found how to make it happen!

Actual screenshot. No Photoshop involved. No siree Bob.

Follow me because the mechanics of making this happen is somewhat complicated. Here we go:

1. Log into your Facebook account (duh)
2. Put: “Hate_Button activation process [a,451-222..report-a]” as your status.
3. Open a second browser, and log into your Facebook account. Your status should show as your old status. Just delete that status.
4. Do not close the second browser window.
5. Go back to the first browser.
6. Now go under your settings, and find the new “Activate the Hate button” menu. Yay!
7. Activate. Easy right?

Well, if only it was that easy. I could really use a I fuckin’ hate that button on some Drama Queens. Seriously people. Woe is me much?

Well, you’ve asked for it. The irony is strong with this one.

Front and back views

Of course, you can buy it on Zazzle. You do want to help <insert your cause here>, right?

See, I am an asshole.