03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
Eh yo crew.
For the past couple weeks at work we've had a team of drywallers. One of them ranks in the Top 10 Sketchiest-Dudes-I've-Ever-Met! He looks like Sideshow Bob, he's got big frizzy blonde hair that he keeps in a ponytail and he wears tank tops with thick horizontal black and white stripes (like what mimes from the 1920's would wear to the beach). Also he's got a bad attitude. So one stepped on his special dry wall tape and he said called out "Who's the fucking cunt that walked all over my tape?", I certainly wasn't about to admit my guilt. On Tuesday he said to John (one of the other student doing menial labour) "Ya know the tall guy in the orange shirt? I could kill him if I wanted to".
This lovely chap's name? Deke. I'm afriad for my life.
Having recently finished "To Rule The Waves" about the Royal Navy I decided that I need some new summer reading, preferably something fiction. I've started to reread HP:OotP and once I'm done that I think I would like to reread Philip Pullman's magnificent His Dark Material series. I'm also reintroducing my self to Asterix and Tintin (those wacky French and Dutch, more than constitution killers). If you can recommend any good fiction I'm all ears.
Sam, I sympathize on the unemployment front. The cafe (The Red Violin Arthouse Cafe, 603 Markham right between Suspect Video and The Beguiling)is almost ready to open, and I am no longer needed, tomorrow is my last day. My unemployment is not as unexpected but still hurts. It's looking increasingly likely that I'll be staying in Toronto for the summer.
I fucking hate rich people. Fucking hate them with a passion.
So I found out today, at the end of my shift, that I will not be coming back to work tomorrow, or ever again. Apparently, while everyone who I actually worked with thought that I was doing a good job, the owner of the restaurant (and source of my current anti-wealth malice) did not and decided I needed to be let go. I actually enjoyed that job, too. Fuckin' nobs.
Anyways, if you're at the Black Camel and you meet someone named Irwin, be sure to spit in his face for me. I'll appreciate it.
For a less emotionally loaded version of this story, ask me in a few days, when my anger subsides. In the meantime, anybody wanna get drunk?
So Deep Throat is W. Mark Felt eh? That's like if the "major character" JK Rowling kills off in Halfblood Prince turns out to be Anthony Goldstein.
I'm out of clean nice shirts for tommorrow. I'm talking button down collared shirts, because I think my t-shirts are "nice". The bosses are all gone away to Asia so I could probably get away with a t-shirt but it's allways awkward to try to get something from another department with it. Maybe I can throw on a labcoat?
I'm going to need a plan B for getting to work if it rains, because I've been biking and have no tokens. The worst thing about biking is that I'm hitting the red light in the middle of the Christie hill, which means I hit every red after that. And bastards try to pass me with that cheeful 'brwing-brwing'. Bastards.
So one of my co-workers showed me this very funny PLIFesque comic: The Perry Bible Fellowship. Some of the comics are hillarious, some are just wrong and this one is both funny and poignant (really makes me think about children's literature). So anyway, check it out
So I went for a job interview at my mom's work today. They were looking for PA and starting monday that's me. It looks really cool, I'll be working in an animation studio, doing whatever people need me to do,a nd the best part is that it lasts well past the summer provided I prove compotent. The production is going to run a for quite a while and it pays really well! This is going to rock, however it does me I will have a lot less time, so people do stuff with me before monday cause after that I'm working!
Yeah. So what's up.
I got a shave today. Not "I shaved". I went to the local Portuguese barber and got the whole thing done. It felt amazing, actually-- from the 50's-style heated shaving cream to the actual straight razor, leanin' back in the big chair with the extra head rest attachment. And I'm actually not razorburnt either, which blows my mind-- seems like any time I shave myself, I am.
Conversely, it wasn't as close as I'd have liked-- not that it really matters, cause I just want it to grow out again. I shaved cause I have these bare-ish patches on my upper cheeks that BUG me and I want them to grow in better... I can't wait for rugged scruff again, actually. I look like such a kid now.
Neil and Jacob were over, drinking wine and playing Catan. I'm going to read over the Kingmaker rules again, so with any luck, later this week, Matt and Sam, you guys could come too and we'll give this a shot? Box too, maybe, if you're interested.
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God! This is a sausagefest!