I was going to visit my great-uncle in the hospital today (i.e. Saturday) with my grandfather. Unfortunately he lives in Ottawa and a rogue band of Mohawks have decided to barricade the traintracks because CN is illegally occupying their land. Haha, just kidding. Actually CN is completely unrelated to the complaint which is about a developer. But, hey, why should that stop this group (which doesn't, btw, have the approval of the Mohawk council) from inflicting millions of dollars in losses and massive inconvenience to Ontarians.
Speaking of inconvenience, I'm sure everyone has a problem with spam. Mine is a lot more manageable now and gmail catches basically all of it. One was able to avoid the spam filters and its contents were just... bizzare. It was sent by a "Melisizwe Mcqueen" and it read like James Joyce huffed a lot of glue and then wrote some science fiction:
"the ring closed. The play ended. The alien artifact retrieved. The the questioning. Sjonvarp. Sounds pretty terrible, Madonette said. Turning all those men into kit and poked my finger on the symbol for stairs. Now, down to the a break at the end of the first hour, dropped down and drank some only assume that is a little joke and they intend to wash the dust why was her memory still popping up?-you catch more porcuswine with So before the last i was dotted, before the last alien artifact laid it dry and sat motionlessly while I waited for its beneficent Bethuel. of the thick, undoubtedly watertight, door. Exactly. the Fundamentaloids we ought to be out there tracking them down. We unloaded. Sleep first, Floyd yawned. Its been a long night. Put the mind in gear, Jim! I shouted at myself, my words loud in audience. Hear that, Iron John? You can go back to your old job at"
Oh and I guess my holdout against labels isn't going to fly so I'm going to label my posts.