The Big Bang
Posted on | August 28, 2008
There were messages from friends on the Sunday asking if I was OK. I had to chuckle because I was far from the blast but I was grateful for their concern.
So, a propane explosion in Toronto takes place and while the devastation could have been worse (two died - not wanting to say JUST two but you get the idea.)
Houses were crumbled, windows smashed out, foundations cracked and those affected, I’m sure thought either Terrorist attack, plane crash, end of the world.
It happened after three a.m. and there is a plethora of footage.
Now you might want to ask yourself why on earth, in a major metropolis, would they have a company that sells, distributes and even disregards the law in a neighbourhood.
Council members make $95,000.00.
Yes, that’s right…95 thousand dollars.
I don’t care WHO you are. That’s an obscene amount of money.
And they’d given them a raise that will take place over the next couple of years.
How do I get me some of ‘dat?
Now the mayor of Toronto, a man I voted for1 brings home a gut wrenchingly, over stuffed and staggering $160,000.00.
I’m sorry, forgive that there was a pause. I was choking on yesterday’s meal. So, $160…
Oh wait, no sorry, here comes the bile again.
Excuse me.
OK, toilet flushed now I may resume?
So, part of Toronto explodes, business are yelling, home owners are yelling, and me not being DIRECTLY affected; well I am affected because the local Politicians2 pass the relay stick to the Provincial whack jobs who then scoot it to the Federal who then, with a glance to the left, pass it back to the Local.
I have a headache.
I mean REALLY!
Politicians make TOO much money. They do.
And it needs to be addressed.
Being a politician is like being a Teacher or Priest.
It’s a calling.
I’d get wet for THAT pay cheque.
I would.
I’d need a tissue for my pants on almost a daily basis. And the kicker is, even the ones who you think are decent and honest have spin doctor’s.
My Mother, wise Lady3 that she is used to say. “Politicians get into the business for the RIGHT reasons but STAY in it for the wrong ones.
And that’s true. They do.
Years and years ago, I knew a woman who was a city counselor. I remember being around for the “INSERT NAME HERE”4 for Mayor” crap.
And when it was PAINFULLY obvious that she wouldn’t win and the bottom feeders that she’d promised would get her place on council she back tracked. I could swear I heard the beeping of reversing Trucks.
So, will the politicians who allowed a propane facility to be put within a ten kilometer radius of homes, schools (and is there a hospital there? I’m not sure) have to pay for their responsibility? I seriously doubt it.
Will they have to pay up? Will they become the sacrificial lamb that we can offer up to the Gods? Or will they, which is what they are doing; blaming the other guy?
All I know is I’m paying more and more and getting less and less. I’m just so frustrated.
So, show your displeasure with your local counselor and don’t vote for them again. I know I’m up to my neck in their bullshit.
But the end result is the scum sucking Lawyers5 circling the homeowners; the people who feel slighted, scared and lost, whispering 900 million dollars.
I can see them. Whispering like Salieri’s Venticello’s.
VENTICELLO 1: They say.
VENTICELLO 2: I hear.
VENTICELLO 1: I hear.
VENTICELLO 2: They say.
VENTICELLO 1 & 2: I don’t believe it.
Whisperers: Salieri!
There are scum in the world and then there are scum.
Politicians are bad enough…but Lawyers? Eesh.
Wait, I shouldn’t say anything. They might sue. “And this time, IT’S PERSONAL!”
Who said, “Kill all the Lawyers.”? Can you remember? I can’t. I just know that they salivate at this kind of community of “wrong-doned” that are greasing up the sides of their mouths at a pay day that will set them for life.
Where are the pro-bono cases that they SHOULD be flocking too. You know, the Mother losing their child to a pedophile. Looking the other way when they see she makes 18 thou a year.
OK, enough of a rant.
Politicians are lying scum bags who shouldn’t necessarily be shot at dawn but there’s a scene from the Simpson’s. It involves Homer, a cat and a Cop6 and a catapult.
You do the math.
- sadly and he won’t be getting my next vote unless a Hunchbacked Terrorist with two heads and Child Pornographer and even then I think HOW MUCH OF A Terrorist? [↩]
- scum fucks [↩]
- she’s dead now, you know [↩]
- I was actually THERE for the whole process but I won’t give a name [↩]
- Buzzards that they are [↩]
- played brilliantly by Dave Thomas [↩]
She Was, She Is, She Always Will Be
Posted on | August 23, 2008
Double Agent - Amanda Marshall
Posted on | August 18, 2008
Dear Amanda Marshall:
I think, fundamentally, you are underrated. Out of the top five vocalists of all time1 you’re up there.
You understand interpretation. Which probably is why you’re not more famous. People so much like cookie-cutter material with Mariah sending fax machines off.
I hope you understand that I think YOU’S DA BOMB!!
Double Agent
Wha…what
Wha…what
What do you see when you see me?
You see my long blonde hair and the particular way
That my lips are shaped
That my body takes when you talk to me
What do you know when you know me?
Don’t file me under categories, you’re deceived
You don’t know me
I’m not only a surface, a country
What you don’t know about me is, I’m a…
Chorus:
Double agent on my mama’s side
The shit I hear you say just blows my mind
Every time, recognize
Though who I am to you is not a lie
I don’t have to volunteer and say
That I was born a particular way
I got no uniform
I’m camouflaged in any light (In any light)
Obviously you can’t tell
I’m a double agent on my mama’s side
And what do you hear when you hear me?
I hear you crank up Jay-Z, it’s your favorite jam
And you talk with your hands like an MC
Betcha never get stopped by the police
You never ask me about me (No, no, no)
About how I feel when you call all your white friends
‘Homeboy’ and ‘nigga’ and ‘homie’
Oh, please
It hurts me
And you don’t see
What you don’t know about me is
‘I told you everybody’s got a story’
I’m a…
Chorus
I am invisible (I am)
Am I responsible? (I am)
I’m in between it all
Who is the enemy? Yeah!
I am part of no plan
My honesty is contraband
My blood is thicker than any man’s
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What do you like when you like me? (Don’t you like me?)
I am ingredients far beyond flour and molecules
Callouses, family jewels
I’m no fool
We went to the same school
Some of your best friends are just like me
But when they’re not around you make jokes and conspire
The fire gets higher and I feel the heat
Rising underneath
Who is more deceived?
What you don’t know about me is, I’m a…
Chorus (2 x’s)
- in my opinion [↩]
sTV - Wacky Hailstorm Adventure
Posted on | August 15, 2008
Freak hail storm in Toronto. Cooooooooool!
Muslim, Christian, Canadian, American, It’s All Good!
Posted on | August 11, 2008
Let’s talk BARRACK!
I’m speaking as a Canadian. A Canadian who’s so tired of hiding in shame that I’m even from the same continent as George W. Bush.1
Years ago, a Britain mistook me for an American and while not mortified, I felt slightly like a New Zealander being asked if they were Australian.
For the most part, being next to the U.S. we’ve been patronized as America’s kid brother. You know, running behind yelling, “Wait up! Wait up!” Almost threatening to take the ball home if we’re not going to get to play.
I’ve often th0ught that the one thing that truly defined Canadians was that we were NOT the U.S.
We have universal health care, and yes it’s now in panic mode but it’s still there and I can still go see my Doctor without worrying about a bill.
We allow same sex marriage. We’ve defined that constitutionally. And while I still hear the occasional, “Fucking Faggot!” it’s not on the lips of the average Canuck.
Now the States? Well, it’s kind of nice that they have to play catch up, you know? It’s usually us that keeps our eyes south to pick up the latest trend, music, movie, you name it.
The amount of times that Toronto has been subjugated as Chicago, New York, somewhere metropolitan in the States is annoying and, though we try to pass it off as self-deprecating, is defeating.
And we were pacified because our lower dollar actually worked in our favour. Now? Well the dollar is on par and we’re feeling the stink but we’re also creating our own identity.
FINALLY.
But it’s our fault too. We salivate over Jim Carrey, James Cameron, all of those Canadians who live and work south of the 49th when they’re not really even Canadian anymore.
It makes us look insecure.
Course, I’m one to talk. I do it too. Watch that E.T. Canada that’s now almost like a franchise2 and munch on the latest about Ryan Gosling and his dear Northern ex, Rachael McAdams.
You know we Canadians only ever really celebrated maybe TWO celebrities at a time. We weren’t one for over-gushing about Al Waxman or Bruno Gerrussi, they were just people.
When Al was out of the picture, Gordon Pinsent got his due.
But they remained truly Canadian. Sure Al did “Cagney & Lacey” as the gruff Lieutenant but he came back. He didn’t stay down there, he’s a true Canadian.
OK, I’m WAY off topic here.
TIME FOR A REFRESH!
Back to Barrack.
You know when Clinton won his first election, I was living in a basement apartment in the west end of the city and I remember, so clearly, thinking that the U.S. got it right.
I’m sorry republicans and Elizabeth Hasselback3 but you know the whole Bush winning over Gore? There’s some monkey business going on here.
We all know it.
It’s the elephant in the room, the disease that no one wants to talk about, you know the straight-jacketed Great Aunt in the attic who mumbles to herself and just peers out of the window to creep out the neighbours.
And the Democrats, nice guys and wimps that they are, just rolled over. Bush crushed laws on his way to the top, raped the Constitution of the United States and the Dems were passed off as anti-military, un-American buffoons.
Oh how life would have been different.
It’s said that history repeats itself. Well, “W”, grab a fiddle and watch the U.S. burn as you shoot it down in flames.
Now I was a Hillary supporter. And, even as a Canadian, I pray she’ll become Vice-Prez. I think, even though there might be tension, Obama will need her.
So, from the North, Mr. Obama, grab the brass ring and save your country.
Just, PLEASE, for GOD’S SAKE, remember we don’t have a President. We have a Prime Minister.4
OY! Yes! he actually said that. 5
- is Toby Keith gonna get all over my ass too? [↩]
- are they going to have E.T. Pakistan? [↩]
- who so defiantly defends the Republicans even when most intelligent people know that they’re idiots [↩]
- COCK-WAD THAT HE IS [↩]
- BIG EESH! [↩]
My New Crush!
Posted on | August 10, 2008
It’s official. My new crush, Neil Patrick Harris! Now, this is 42, frickin’, minutes long so make sure you got the time. But it’s brilliant. Devised, HELLO, by Joss Whedon and starring Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day and of course….sigh…Harris!
Take the 42 minutes. It’s fun. It’s good. It was done as a spoof during the writer’s strike in Hollywood and NOW THERE’S TALK OF A SEQUEL.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
A new “Little Shop Of Horrors”?
I think it just might.
OH MY GOD AND WHAT THE FUCK?????????????
Posted on | August 9, 2008
It’s all the same and it’s JUST as disgusting as before.
I just can’t believe that people like this exist.
THANK GOD THEY’RE NOT CANADIAN!!!!!
Sayonara, So Long, Auf Wiedersehen
Posted on | August 6, 2008
How do you say goodbye?
How do you look at someone you’ve loved for years and years and even though they’re just a friend, maybe one of your best friends, do you walk away and admit you’ve had enough?
The thing is I love my friend, I do, with all my heart. But he shuts me out and when I say something about his lack of compassion, makes it about my issue and has the, most painfully deft, way of making it my problem.
There are some people I just can’t argue with. And with those people, I get emotional.
Not “good” emotional. “Bad” emotional.
My bad!
The thing is, I really don’t want to say goodbye.
There’s an “eighties-Ally Sheedy-montage” that’s running through my head at this moment.
With an El-Debarge, produced by David Foster, soundtrack.
You know…Demi Moore sitting, half-naked in a chilled room, in “St. Elmo’s Fire” kind of history that we have.
And I’m pissed at him. He’s pissed at me. It’s a mutual non-admiration society going on right now. And I thought, hope beyond hope that we could have gotten past this. Maybe we can.
Maybe we are Mary and Rhoda and we’ll be forever.
I’ve stated before in my “spillings” that I am the Rhoda. I’ve never been the Mary, I’m the Rhoda. And maybe in 30 years we’ll have a reunion show, shot in Toronto, but right now? It’s not going so well.
But I do love him and I blew up. Badly.
I’ll own that.
I’ve always been very emotional. It’s a weakness, it’s a strength. Call it what you will. It’s me. Something I’m ashamed of and something I’m proud of.
God what an albatross. 1
“Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.”
Being “sensitive” has always had it’s issues and one of the bad parts of it is that I’m quick to the draw of tears. Always have been. Always will be.
I have, in the past, alluded to the “loose hose” theory. There are many people like that. When, fundamentally, hurt we’re a sprinkler in summer time. And God sometimes is it a liability that is a cruel gift from God.
It’s not learned.
It’s bred in the bone. At least for me it is.
Even going to the local pub (though I’m in the “Beaches” so it’s not so local, I can’t let him go because he’s across the room and it’s the Elephant that can’t be discussed and I stay out of stubbornness because I don’t want him to win but I’m having a lousy time.
I just feel friends slipping away.
I’ve spoken about attrition, haven’t I?
And I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
Or is it the natural ebb and flow of life?
You allow those in your life, you let them go. You might not have a choice.
Sure they don’t know how to spell, they don’t know grammar from their hole in the ground.
His idea of literature are pop up books or the National Enquirer. Not my “choix de jour!” but I loved him all the same.
He could be brutal (and I don’t know how to emphasize this enough, BREW-TAL) but I still loved him. I needed to apologize for his behaviour on numerous occasions but I loved him.
Well all vapors have been expelled, all demons unlocked and all sorrow sung.
It’s weird, you know, breaking up with a friend. But when they do something so heinous in your book how can you look beyond that? And he did. And I can’t get past it.
This aches to say it because my past is littered with you. How do you move past that?
It’s not like breaking up with a boyfriend - it’s worse. There’s a deeper echo, a further sky, a longer drawing of breath.
So, goodbye, friend. Maybe just for now.
Maybe forever.
- why does the “Rime Of The Ancient Mariner come too mind? [↩]
sTV - The Day After
Posted on | August 5, 2008
Isn’t Kitty GORGEOUS????????????
http://www.blogthings.com/
Posted on | August 1, 2008
You Are An ENFP
The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You’re quite the storyteller!
In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don’t follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.
At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.
How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding
When other people don’t get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused