randomnegativty

I will attend a huge live music show. I mean, HUGE. Like Iron Maiden in Rio 2001 huge. 250,000 concert-goers huge. Someday…

Haven’t posted anything here in awhile. I could say I was freakin’ busy and that’d be true. But I’ve also sorta lost interest in the whole “Post-your-stuff-to-the-world” idea. Lord knows why. Maybe I’m growing older and more mature and that shit doesn’t make as much of a difference to me as it used to. Maybe I just don’t have anything to say. Or maybe I’ve just been freakin’ busy. All are likely candidates.

A friend was out ripping it up the other night and had an unexpected and unwanted additive put into one of her drinks. This strikes me as being one of the lowest, dirtiest things ya can do. What kind of weasel does this shit?? Honestly. Anyhow, things worked out ok and the friend made it home with no problems though minus a couple of items (cell, wallet, etc). Hearing the story, there was one event that happened that fired up the rant for me…

The drinks were left alone at the table.

Now, you all know I don’t go out all that often (bar, club, any sort of social activity whatsoever, actually) but when I do, no matter what state of inebriation I seem to end up in, there’s one thing that doesn’t happen. The table/drinks are not unattended. There’s two reasons I subscribe to this. First off, there’s enough slimebag fucktards out and about milling in the general populace that do shit like drug unattended drinks that it’s just plain not cool to leave your drink alone. If I’m out alone, the drink comes with me. Into the bathroom, out to smoke, wherever. If I can’t take it with me, I’ll abandon it or, (much) more likely, knock it back. If I’m with a group, it can stay on the table while I go but someone stays with the table.

If you’re out with a group, and you happen to be the only guy, that’s your job. Plain and simple. You get to camp out. The girls can go hit the floor, the bathroom, wherever. You watch the drinks and the purses and the table. When you need a break, you can wait for the girls to come back and work something out. It doesn’t matter if you’re a third wheel or a boyfriend or whatever. This is the law of our lovely concrete jungle. This is your job. If there’s more than one guy, then you can share the job. If there’s a bunch of people, it’s not a big deal. There’ll always be someone not interested in dancing, peeing, or smoking that can stay with the table. But the table/drinks don’t go unattended. End of story. That one person sitting there is enough to scare off the weasel fuckface that’s hoping to make something happen.

Second reason for having a camper at the table is so you don’t lose it. Drinks get cleared, table’s up for grabs. It doesn’t take long. This can be a serious pain in the ass. Not as big a reason as the first, but enough to be worthy of mention.

So, the days of trusting in other people’s that you don’t know is over. Nights out need to have a few minor rules. Everyone can still have fun, but there’s some responsibilities that must be adhered to. Boo hoo. Adapt. And remember the law.

So, was trying to be all handy saturday doing a small reno project in the apartment swapping out light switches for new ones. Made a small boo-boo reading the electrical panel notes and managed to zap my computer’s hard drive. I’ve now spent the better part of sunday recovering files off the hard drive and am currently about to see if the hard drive is still usable or not. I’m hoping for “is” otherwise things become difficult.

A new Wings location opened friday on Kingsway and I’m thrilled thrilled thrilled. Means I no longer need to head all the way to the Gransville St bridge in order to get a fix of tasty tasty wings. Instead, a short 5min drive up Kingsway and I’m good to go. Awesomeness. Caught the UFC 100 fights there saturday and was as tasty as ever.

Found a new luggage set saturday afternoon as well and it was extremely reasonable in price. Best part is that the rollerbag handle is the perfect height for me. More difficult than you’d think to find…

Well, they’ve got a great new marketing campaign…  have a look.

And what’s even better, they’ve tied this into their preflight safety briefings. Brilliant.

Link in the upper right corner or just click here.

Another entire week has passed without a post.  I plead sheer exhaustion.  The wake-ups at 5am-ish lead to 9pm bedtimes and it’s all downhill from there.  However, it’s a weekend off and nothing overly strenous planned.  This morning’s 5am wakeup led into a full pot of coffee gone at this point.  That and two loads through the dishwasher, some minor pick-up, a phone call to check in with the now officially retired Mother, and the newspaper from yesterday read.  Today’s plans include such thrilling things as a trip out with laundry and a stop at the pet store in the mall to find out about small dog boarding recommendations.  This eve, a trip downtown to partake in wings and wobblypops appears to be going ahead.  Time around 7, location TBD but possibly Wings on Granville.

Hophead wallabies running amuck not withstanding, I plan on a relatively calm weekend.

Seriously, some of you guys see anything political as an opportunity to haul out the partisan make-up kits and clown yourselves up.

just plain a great line.  taken from Chris Walters at the Consumerist writing about the Michael Savage/Rockstar Energy Drink hoo-hah going on.

that’d be my back this morning.  2 days in a row this week I’ve gotten home, had dinner, and promptly passed  out on the couch.  and not a little nap, either.  we’re talking full-on zombie-rising dead-to-the-world asleep here.  wake up about 10, stumble into bed.  back asleep damned near immediately and then wake up somewhere between 5 and 6am.  wtf is going on here?  why am I so damned tired?  oh, and I really wanted to get some stuff done last night so I’m a little chuffed about this today.  bah!

I’ve decided it’s not worth the work to get them back.  So I shall leave things as they are and go no further down that path.  Easier that way.