Saturday, April 28, 2012

Stop discrimination

I was sent this from DCG (much thanks) and it really pissed me off.  More than that I got pissed off at myself, because when reading the story said "Well DUH Catholic School".  Then I realized how brainwashed we are getting with the media portraying those fighting for discrimination to be the ones who are the victims to those mean nasty people seeking tolerance. *Stamp foot* "Stop being intolerant of my intolerance!"  When did I join them?  When did I excuse intolerance because of religion?  As a Catholic School, yes, it is perfectly legitimate to not have someone talking about non-Catholic values.  But his speech was not about or even alluding to the fact that he is a homosexual.  He was discriminated against because he had the nerve to be proud of his loving and committed relationship, and excited on making a permanent commitment to his  partner.  He was told it was because he is openly gay.  If he had hidden the fact he is homosexual it would be okay.

Now I can hear some of you asking, but isn't it okay, after all, it is a catholic school?  But ask yourself, if a woman was teaching in a Catholic school, should it be okay if she gets fired for using birth control?  I dare say most of us would say no.  Hells, the Catholic Church has swept years of child sexual abuse under the rug while the priests, or as I like to call them, perps were still not only conduction mass but lining up alter boys for their new positions wherever they were sent to do God's work.  Yet a man who is is a committed and loving relationship with another man is going to taint the young minds of the graduates?

One of the thing that continually amazes me is that judgement is so much an issue in Christianity.  I know I am no bible guru but isn't judging supposed to be left up to God if you are a Christian, or Muslim, or fuck, any religion really.  Isn't it terribly arrogant to think you know what is in another's heart?  Let alone some supreme being that we are continuously told his goodness is such you cannot fathom it?
So I guess one big question is, how do you know when you are being intolerant of religion or too sensitive?  I guess I personally want to pick another piece out of Leviticus and see if it would be reasonable to say... "Hey on Facebook he said he ate at Red Lobster last night.  That abomination cannot talk to our children."  The funny thing is he could have written on Facebook about him hitting it with a different woman every night and not one word would have been said about it.
So a school chooses this moment to show it's students what they think being Catholic is really about... Hate.

So there is a petition:

Because no school should be telling their students that hate in the name of religion is okay.  JMHO.  I hope you all sign if you agree.

And A big Thank You to DCG.  I would have missed this if you had not brought it to my attention.

And I know I did not make this to a U, fuck it, this was way more important.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

T is for

Too much information.
Now I know not everything that seems a big deal to some people is a big deal to anyone else.... but some things cannot just be shrugged away.

Today my boss was interviewing for a grunt.  You know someone who does all the grunt work (like me), but content to be just that.  Anyway, this guy goes into his interview and starts to leave.  "How did it go?" I asked.
"They asked me for a police check", he seemed a little upset.
"They do that with everyone," my co-worker assured him.
"Are they just checking for warrants, or like a full record?"
   Most people I know have some record or another.  Nothing to get put away for, usually a public drunkenness or possession charge.  "So long as it's not too bad you'll be okay."
   "Oh, good," he says.  "Nothing really, just a few domestic violence charges."  He shrugs like it is nothing.

Really dude?  THAT is no big deal to you?  I'm thinking the main reason they do a police check is to weed out those who either are drug dealers or those with violence issues, especially among those with no voice to speak out.  Oh, creepy, creepy, creepy.  I think on to the next interview.

Monday, April 23, 2012

S is for

Fucking SNOW, are you kidding me? Inn April? The END of April! What ever happened to that global warming I've been hearing so many good things about?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

R is for

Real Estate.  Looking for a place to rent in Guelph.  Two observations: fucking expensive and fucking horrible.  For reals.  BORING!  It seems all apartments are in apartment buildings with non-existant kitchens, bathrooms from the 70s and they want more for a bachelor than we pay here for a two bedroom.  Fuck we could fit two of their apartments in ours.
I hate moving.  I love this place.
*Le sigh*

First day at the new Job yesterday.  I'm going to pick up about 3 shifts a week.  And I'm going to hate it. Don't laugh, don't you dare fucking laugh, but I have joined the "would you like fries with that" guild.  Fuck, I hate it already.  Boss is a cunt.  Co-workers are actually okay for the most part, but revisit the boss being a cunt, which kind of makes it impossible to enjoy a moment of work.  Oh, and customers are dicks.

Have a great fucking day.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Q if for

Quite hungover.  Sorry I am a bit behind, again.  My last final exam was yesterday in bio-chem.  It was definitely the one I was truly dreading, and it went okay.  But I went home, and C left me a bottle of the Captain and a note that we were going out.  Now C is not known for exactly knowing when would be a good time to get out and blow off steam or celebrate, but he hit the nail on the head this time.
So I figured we would be going to the club.... nope.  He and Ali got together to throw a party, even had Jake there.  I got ridiculously, sloppy drunk.  It was so fun.  We crashed at Ali's place, but around 7A.M. he was ready to leave.  (Bastard).  So here I sit QUITE and utterly hungover.  Do you think I can enjoy my hangover in peace?  No.  I have to work later.  Oh well, at least my hangover was well earned:D

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

P is for

I think with all friends you need policies.  Like Alex and  I agree not to talk about religion, or to take offense when one of us says something, momentarily forgetting this policy.  Jake and I have a policy that we are always each other's excuse to get rid of dates we are done with, regardless of how.  Ali and I sulk about men together.  She hates my exes more than I do and vice versa.  
Ali's and my policy has one nasty part.  What do you do when they get back with someone?  Ali had to do it first when C and I broke up then got back together, Ali hated him.  Eventually she chilled out.  They get along fine now.  But she is my friend, and his by proxy.  That is our policy.
Ali and the ex-ex (or as I now refer to him "he who cannot keep it in his pants") are back together.  He cried and beg and blamed everything from the whore he was fucking around with to Ali for just being so perfect he felt he did not deserve her (he does not).  Ugh, the one thing I do love about our policy is that I can still be snide and trash talk the douche bag.... Nicely.  Maybe one day he can redeem himself like C did in Ali's eyes.... Not fucking likely.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

O is for


This is courtesy of a 9ish girl at Walmart.  C and I are walking by the emergency exit as a little girl presses the lever, openning the door and sending off alarms everywhere.  The little girl takes off like a bat out of hell down an aisle.  We hear her parents: "Where's Trina?" with suspicision high in their voice.  She is one aisle over concentrating on the shelves with an impressive image of innocence, concentrating on the shelves in front of her.
"Trina, did you set off the alarm?"
   "What alarm?" as the alarm was still blaring it was a poor bluff.  "I'm just looking at the toilet seats.  I've been here the WHOLE time."
   Canada: I think somewhere William Shatner has started a private school of acting, and Trina is his prize pupil.

N is for

Okay, I got nothing.  So in the spirit of Hollywood, particularly the movie Basic Instinct, I will hide my lack of content with a gratuitous pussy shot.
So N is for Nelson.

Monday, April 16, 2012

M is for

What is it about Monday?  Is it the aura?  Other people's attitudes?  Is it the hangovers.

I hate Mondays

Sunday, April 15, 2012

L is for

Living with C

It's been an adjustment, and there are things we are still working on.
I know I've mentioned before, C is a worker.  He is not one to laze about on weekends.  After getting tattooed yesterday you would think he would want to relax, rest..... nope.  Back out in the yard toiling away this morning.  He gets so caught up in doing it, he barely registers others.  He has this shovel that folds, so I went to help him yesterday, and after puzzling for like 5 minutes I said "Hey C, do you know how this shovel folds out.  He looks up for a second .  "Yes", then went right back to raking.  Are you fucking kidding me?  No, he wasn't.  He actually made me ask "You want to show me how?"
He has literally once started making the bed while I was still in it.  On a fucking Saturday.  At 8 A.M.  Why?  because he was up he thought he would just make his side.  Yeah, riiight.
He sorts laundry into six separate loads.
He can't read a paper after someone else (meaning me).  He will actually go buy another one rather than read a "recycled" paper.  OCD much?  The answer is yes.  

Saturday, April 14, 2012

K is for

Keeping sane during exam time.

1.  Be prepared.  Sounds simple, I know, but going into an exam you are confident about passing cuts down on the panic.

2.  Do not hang around people in your classes.  The discussing the exam after taking it only makes you crazy and second guess if your answers were right or theirs.... what you missed, what you should have gotten.  Occasionally some prick will ask if you got the "trick questions".  My friend Jake perfected the way to respond to this: say "shut the fuck up Jamie".  Yeah, I'm that guy.  The moment of blind panic makes me laugh.

3.  When you are tired, sleep.  The exhausted mind retains and remembers little.

4.  Drink.

J is for

C just started a new job on Monday.  He loves it.
Me, I am getting full time over the summer until September.

Cleaning up this property is  horrible.  We spent four hours this morning cleaning up after the upstairs neighbour from hell who just throws her garbage bags from her deck, half the time they splatter open.  She says it is her daughter, who does this when she is not home.  She is also a lying bitch, because I've seen her do it.  Fucking cow.

Jam session:
C has one tonight, and getting some ink.  I'm bored and all alone:(

Thursday, April 12, 2012

I is for

Ingratitude.  Do you know these kinds of people?  Always asking for help, never appreciating it?  Never thinking people give them enough help?

Okay.... my paternal grandfather's family is fucking weird.  My mother's cousin, who used to be normal, in the last 4 years has gone from Lovely yet religious person, to religious douche bag.  IMHO.  It started when she met her now-husband.  They got pregnant immediately (love at first sight.... yeah, okay).  She had a daughter. They never got married, because he could not afford to give her the wedding she deserved.   He took parental leave, and the family as a whole ended up on welfare when his company went tits up while he was on leave.  And she got pregnant.... again, and again, and again.... and now again.

So recently welfare cut him off.  That saying they still support her and her 4+ kids, but lessened the cheque by his amount.  She wrote on Facebook how it is unreasonable for the government to expect him to get a job when they have soon to be 5 children to raise.  She cannot handle them on her own.  See. they did not PLAN 5 children, they just think the Lord is their birth control.

So last year when they cut him off. she put out a call on Facebook for money.... REALLY.  A "give to the cause".  That was when she was on bed-rest with baby 4... people felt bad, and actually gave her money to keep him home with the three kids.  Since then she gave birth, got pregnant again and has recently commented that "Charity from my family and Christian family has been cut almost in half.... I guess everyone is having it tough and can't give as much as they would like to."  Or they are getting sick of sponges.... nah.... let's blame the economy.  Funny thing is, she never thanked the people who gave them money.  She thanked the Lord for moving people to give her money.  So people give her money , God did it.... people giving her less money.... economies fault.

So, last month was her 2nd kid's 4th birthday.  She put on facebook how she was sad she could not afford to make him a cake.  So my mom baked a cake with my borther and brought it along with a present.  (Once upon a time they were really close).  After they left she put out a post on facebook.  "Wow, my cousin brought over a cake for Micah and a present.  My kids are so cute.  We always bake from scratch, but they still loved the cake made from mix, love you Cuz."   Yeah.... that is her idea of gratitude.  "Better than nothing, but not nearly what I deserve."

They did finally get married.  When she was 8 months pregnant with their third child the church gave them the wedding of her dreams.  I guess they could have put that money into a food bank, or something, but hey, so long as she got the wedding of her dreams.  The Lord is great:P

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

H is for

 My city Hamilton, ON.  Steeltown, "The Hammer", The arm pit of Canada.

But did you also know we are the waterfall capital of Canada?

Like most things I guess there is positive and negative about my city.  Looking out, over the escarpment.... Damn it's ugly

But travel up that escarpment and look what you find.

Monday, April 9, 2012

G is for g

Gays with signs.  What can you do when you are blamed for the destruction of society?  Fight back with humour.  

My personal favorite:)

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Another F

Okay..... Fellacio.

This is just a denial.  Damn Google is at it again.  Trying to ruin my reputation.

Really Google?  Fuuuuuck.

F is for

Family.  I was helping my dad and mom get their new property cleaned up.  To translate, My dad and I filled a bag of old mulchy leaves, then proceeded to drink almost a case of beer.  I love how he has the same sense of home projects I do.  Hand me a beer.

We started playing cards with CJ.  Scat.... or thirty-one.  Anyway I had 29, watched my last 10 get buried so I knock.  CJ lost and he says "Why did you have to knock?"
"I wasn't going to get my scat, all my 10s were gone."
"So, the game isn't all about you, you know."  I could not help but laugh.  CJ is a very poor loser.  I never let him win.  I never have.  I find it demeaning to the other person to let them win.  Like implying they can never compete.  And they surely never learn that way.

So later CJ says "I know Morris code."
"Morse code"  I corrected him, "Not Morris.  Morse, after Samuel Morse."
"Well I know it." he then proceeded to tap away.
"You know that is not Morse code.  You use Morse code to transmit a message, it is not just random dits and dahs."
"It was a message."
"Really, and what was it supposed to say?"
"That big brothers think they know EVERYTHING."

Damn, he's becoming a teenager alright.  I've been put in my place.

Friday, April 6, 2012

E is for

E-reader- My all time favorite electronic with the exception of my iPhone.  I know people say "it's not the same".  No, you are right.  Dragging around several thousand books used to be a lot harder on the back.  Reading is an experience the smell of the paper, the feel of turning a page.  The sound of the paper as you turn the page.  Dude, all that is missing is some taste and you got yourself a full on sexual experience.  I'm not judging you. It just isn't the way I roll.  When I read.... well I read.  It is about the words on the page.  While if the words are not big enough or clear enough it may piss me off, but that is about as picky as I get about experience of reading.  I do not really think of reading as an experience really, as it is more a vicarious experience.  For a while you are able to live outside yourself.  But hey, maybe that is just me.

So my friend Ali broke up with her boyfriend yesterday.  Between the two of us we polished off a box of wine before C came home from his last night shift (yay new job!)  This morning Ali was one hurting unit.  She forgets when she drinks with the guys that her 110 pounds is not going to let her drink as much without leaving her feeling like ass in the morning.  She is still moaning on the couch while C is making breakfast.  Sadistic bastard:D  Mmmm, bacon's calling.

Final E

Easter eggs.  You know where they come from, right?

Thursday, April 5, 2012

D - is for the invention that is gonna earn me millions

The Douche-bag Deterring collar.

What does it do, you ask.  Well, it is still in the innovation stage, buut as near as I can see you program this device with the phrases you never want to hear come out of your mouth.

Now there will be defaults like:

"When you have been on the planet as long as I have..." *zap*

"When I was your age..." *zap*

"Kids today just don't listen (or understand, comprehend, etc.)..."*zap*

It amazes me that a generation of "Don't trust anybody over thirty." now shouts it's protests that anyone under 30 are a bunch of out of control hooligans who will not listen and learn from other's mistakes.  Show me, please, a single generation that ever has.

So in short, for those of you who do not want to be the people you roll your eyes at today, I am accepting pre-orders.  The sooner you begin your training, the easier it will be.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

C is for

Clichés.  How I despise them.  I hate how people pick out a cliché like it is their own deep thoughts.

Especially despised ones:

You gotta give 110%.- Obviously you did not in math class.

It will all work out in the end, if it has not worked out, it is not the end.-  Give me a fucking break.  Tons of shit does not work out in the end.  Take more than 50% of marriages these days.

It's not over 'til it's over.-  Here is a gun, do the right thing.  Many times things are over long before the actual END.

More serious ones, more despised:

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem- Fuck you Phil Donahue.  Way to trivialize what someone is going through.  Proving to them yet again that society does not fucking understand.

Anything referring to silver linings or lemonade.

You want to have your cake and eat it too- well no shit.  what did you think I wanted to have the cake for?  To look at it longingly?  To eat it fucker!  (and yes, I do know what the cliché means, I just feel it is poorly expressed, as a kid I never got it).  Seriously, this always come from people with a very narrow view.  People who try to pigeon hole.  Just because two things to one person cannot co-exist in their life does not mean they cannot be maintained by someone else.

Well that's it, it's over*cue the fat lady*

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

B is for

Blogging.  The reason I am doing this challenge.... I have fallen away from my blogging, my blog reading, everything.  And, well I miss it.  So I figured, what the hell.

B is for Bucket list: things I want to do before I die
1. Finish College.... 4 more years, OMFG, what was I thinking?
2. Own my own home.
3. Own my own practice, at least partner.
4.  Learn how to play guitar.  C's been teaching me and is buying me a guitar for graduation.
5. Fostering rescued animals.
6. Visit several places and in order not to be cheap I will list them as one: Jamaica, Ireland, well all of the U.K., Australia.
7.  Get a tattoo
8. Learn to train and raise service dogs.
9.  Take a gourmet cooking class.
10.  Learn to horse back ride.

A is for

Okay, so this April challenge thing.  Yeah I missed the first couple days; but I have always been about more the spirit of the rules than the letter of the law man.  So I will either catch up, not take the days off, or just stop:P  Who knows.

But for now:
A is for Amazing, awesome, absolutely fabulous weekend.  The kind that make you dread Monday and wish that you had chosen a long weekend.  Last weekend we unplugged, unplanned and basically made it a whole weekend of just us.  Luckily the weather cooperated, I was the only one in my part of the country who was probably thrilled at the cold, wet, weekend that made it a very unwelcoming thought to do anything outside of the house.  We even ordered Chinese and Pizza.
   So yesterday was back to work/school.  But there is something I discovered.  When you take a weekend to reconnect, make each other a priority it does not just go away.  Because somehow on Tuesday morning when the alarm goes off getting an extra half hour sleep or having a few coffees gets beat out by, well, spending time together;)

Fave A Show: Absolutely Fabulous