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There’s a steamer in my kitchen at work.
Guess who it’s made by?
I hear there’s a Cincinatti Backhander in the washroom, but I’m sceptical.
- BC
Today is my first anniversary!
Yes, one year ago today I was standing in front of a Justice of the Peace, sweat beading off my handsome brow and my wife-to-be fast becoming my wife. Apparently “the greatest anniversary gift in the world” is being delivered tonight as we go out to dinner, so there’s that to look forward to as well! [My wife is better than your wife! My wife can beat up your wife!]
We went to Orillia to see The Duchess yesterday, and as a downside to this post I appear to have caught that infection in my uvula again. I went to the hospital up there… and I was checked in, processed and seeing a doctor in FIFTY MINUTES FLAT! Beats the four hours of waiting I did in Pickering the first time, I’ll tell you that!
Off to dinner!
- BC
EDIT: Dinner [steak and lobster, with escargot and garlic shrimp as starters and a sherbert, tartuffo and chessecake trio for dessert] was outstanding. My anniversary gift was a signed and numbered print from Robert Bateman depicting a pack of wolves in the bush looking over a river. Dennis and Marina brought it over when we were out. It’s awesome! It’s the paper anniversary, so it’s fitting. I spent hours on a new poem for her entitled “Imagine Yourself”… and she cried when she read it. Yay!
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Well, as reported, I moved from my private sanctum into the mailroom. My new setup looks like this:
Not so bad, right? I mean, that’s a floor-to-ceiling window there on the left, and the bookcase blocks me off from everyone.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah…. except for the rest of the room.
I work in THE MAILROOM NOW. With three other people. And here’s what seperates me from the Office Services Manager:
Yeah, a grey screen. Classy. Still, all this is tolearable… or at least it would be, if one of the other two people that work here were NOT currently blasting EASY LISTENING MUSIC OUT OF THE SPEAKERS ON THEIR COMPUTER. I mean, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Who DOES this? Who plays loud music – audible music at all, really – in an office environment when there are other people who have to listen to it? I’d ask her to kill it, BUT SHE’S LEFT THE ROOM AND LEFT IT ON.
… Aaaaannnnnd now she’s just come back to the office and said, “Wow! It’s so loud!” before turning it down and apologizing for it, so my rant is completely ruined.
I hate it when my rants fizzle. I’m going to go find a security guard to flip off.
- BC
I spend a little time every day reading webcomics. These are my favourites, and I thought I’d share them with you:
Least I Could Do – http://leasticoulddo.com/
Order of the Stick – http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0425.html
Player V. Player – http://www.pvponline.com/
Penny Arcade – http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic
Ctrl + Alt + Del – http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php
Erfworld – http://www.giantitp.com/comics/erf0032.html
Alien Loves Predator – http://alienlovespredator.com/index.php
The Perry Bible Fellowship – http://pbfcomics.com/
Looking For Group – http://www.lfgcomic.com/page/25
Starslip Crisis – http://www.starslipcrisis.com/
Doonesbury – http://doonesbury.com/strip/dailydose/index.html
Shortpacked! – http://www.shortpacked.com/
Evil Inc. – http://www.evil-comic.com/index.html
Joyce & Walky – http://www.itswalky.com/
Liberty Meadows – http://www.creators.com/comics/liberty-meadows.html
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal – http://www.smbc-comics.com/
A good day yesterday, as Kevin and I hit the Toronto Golf Show. Mostly it was booths wanting to give you lots of pamphlets on golf in northern Michigan or North Carolina or Quebec, but there was a driving range area where one could test clubs, and Hank Haney [Tiger Woods' coach] gave a short seminar on the basics of swing mechanics. I guess it was worth $15, but I don’t know that I’d see it every year. Afterwards I hit one of those crazy square drivers at Golf Town… and then on to the main event, 300.
Joined by Dennis and an enthusiastic crowd that liked to clap, 300 turned out to be a pretty decent fantasy romp. The Persians were depicted as mystical monsters for the most part, and the thing was grossly inaccurate [read the article HERE from the Toronto Star that Kev sent me], but one can’t care about these things if one wants to have a good time. I don’t know if I liked it as much as I liked Sin City, but I’ll give it 3 1/2 thumbs ups out of 5 for visual effort [and the Spartan queen. Yowza!]. If you get that the movie depicts chopped-off limbs and heads in order to show you that the Spartans could care less about death or life in battle and not because the film’s director is trying to gross you out, go see the film. It’s fun, it’s really fast-moving, and THE SPARTAN QUEEN IS HOT.
Anyhow! Good stuff.
- BC
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My wife and I would like a baby. We’ve been trying, and have gone out and purchased an ovulation detection tool that I like to call the “Ovu-Trac 9000″. Basically she horks on a slide and looks through a magnifying glass, and if her spit is more gross than usual she’s ovulating. It hasn’t helped, so now she’s going to her gynecologist for aid because certainly there is something wrong with her stupid uterus. Or something. Never mind that she has two kids already: I have declared our baby-making failures to be her doing. Yes, I am being grossly unfair. AWAY WITH YOU!
In all seriousness, I really would prefer not to go to a doctor, get pushed into a small room with a cup and a HUSTLER, and expected to evict my spermical squatters forthwith. But the thought of cranking up the one-eyed yogurt thrower in a strange office without wearing a zipper mask aside for a moment, I’m also afraid of what I’ll find out. I would really like a child of my own, and (despite being adopted myself) I’m not interested in adopting, so my options are limited. We’ve been trying a year, and I’m beginning to wonder if my commandos are ever going to storm her beach.
- BC
… about seeing 300 as much as I am? I think it might be the best trailer I’ve ever seen, and I’m a fan of the historical [mythological?] story behind it. It reeks of Frank Miller – which is to say it reeks of Sin City, I suppose – and the blue-grey wash the trailers seem to have give it a kind of grim eerie feel that I think is going to work really well for it. I’m seeing it Saturday after the Toronto Golf Show, and I’ll report back on how good it was.
On the work front, my office is being taken away under The Largest Software Company In The World’s “Office Entitlement Program”. Basically the higher you are on the food chain, the more apt you are to get an office, and the Canadian Facilities Manager doesn’t rate. I find this a little hard to take, partly because I had my own office for six years at H&R, and partly because I’m going to be moving into the mail room of all places… but mostly because my office right now is going to be turned into a “focus room”. Focus rooms are rooms that you can book to hold meetings in, which means they don’t get used much. I’ll be using it, of course, because now that I don’t have an office I’ll need some place to do that. [Gee, I'm glad it's there!] As for the mail room aspect, I had a choice between sitting in a middle cube on the 4th floor near my boss, her boss and my best buddy at work, or staking out a corner of a larger, quieter mail room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Anyways, my office was the greatest office in the building [tucked away, hard to find, not near anyone, big windows, quiet as fuck], and it’s one of the reasons I took the job, but I knew it wouldn’t last. This is going to suck, but it won’t suck as bad as being in a cube.
