I keep forgetting this place exists... I've kind of taken to using facebook for most LJ-related stuff, so if any of you here don't have me there, you should prolly add me if you have any interest in what I have to say, since that's mainly where I say it. That being said, I guess with the character limits on facebook I should really make more of an effort to use this place, since several things such as carping about the Tories, likely to become even more of a hobby of mine over the next five years, will be more easily accomplished here.

But then again, in all likelihood I'll just up and not post here again for another year so I wouldn't hold my breath, not, I'm sure, that anyone was ^^

Two years with no posts... egg on my face!

Bravo, Italy's supreme court. Following up on the legal precedents of "she had tight pants she was asking for it" "she wasn't a virgin so it's less rapey" and "unsolicited footsie totally isn't sexual assault!" and that other crap they did that I'm too lazy to scroll back in my journal and look for, they have now similarly declared that having sex implies consent to be taped having said sex. I can only hope that one of these old dingbats gets taped by a hooker or something.

In case anyone was harbouring the notion that Oshawa should be called anything but Crackton, this woman came staggering into Timmy's this morning with unfocused eyes and a clearly excessive level of intoxication. She stumbled up to the counter, fixed the cashier with a manic expression, and demanded three straws. When informed that we do not, in fact, offer straws out (especially not to people so eminently likely to use them to snort cocaine, not that we mentioned this) the woman stealthily snatched three out of the holder and careened out the store, zigzagging her way back to her car. While we got her license plate number and called the cops, she then proceeded to peel out over a curb, a drivethru lane, a foot of piled snow and a good ten feet of median onto Bond St., where she immediately opted to book it. I can only hope the cops caught up with her.

A man in southern India married a female dog in a traditional Hindu ceremony as an attempt to atone for killing two other dogs to death.

Goodness, the last time I saw such mortally mangled verbiage was in the Metro daily subway paper back in 2000 or so, when Al Waxman "died suddenly death". I guess the Sun wanted in on the action too... either that or they got tired of salacious man-on-man rumormongering.

Well...

Far be it for me to say "I TOLD YOU SO", but I told you so!

Ah, the idyllic tranquility of a night in the 'Shwa. The stars twinkling softly, a cool breeze touching your cheeks, the sounds of two jackasses bellowing at each other across a street at 3 in the morning:

"HEY BUDDY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

"YEAH YOU! SHE'S NOT HERE YOU ASSHOLE! SHE WENT TO HER SISTER'S! NOW GO AWAY!"

"YOU FUCKING STALKER! I'M GOING TO POUND YOUR FACE! COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT!"

"YEAH THAT'S RIGHT YOU LITTLE CREEP! I'M GOING TO CALL THE COPS AND HAVE YOU CHARGED WITH HARRASSMENT!"

Note that this exchange was by no means one-sided; the other guy was on a cellphone, and presumably whispering sweet retorts into it. There was also some fishhag screeching from another house nearby, nicely completing the montage, I think.

Well, once again I have failed to help effect the ouster of Jim Flaherty and / or his hateful wife. I still maintain I should have locomotorized him when I had the chance... Ah, well. The election was an unfortunate bit of predictability, as people went with the safe choice, and I think that's too bad. I don't particularly take issue with the Liberals; even at their worst they're still light years ahead of the Harris years, but I do think that a minority situation would have served the people much better.

It's a real shame that Tory thought he had to go negative to win, because you could see in his concession speech that he has the class and charisma to draw voters. Sadly, throughout his campaign he just looked like the classic helmet-haired conservative hack going negative, and the faith-based school issue, while apparently a promise he made at a leadership convention well before the election, was a foolish thing to get caught up in. Ultimately, he should have attempted to project the image that was on display in his concession, instead of hammering away with remarkable futility at McGuinty.

And then there's that farmer's coalition member that got elected. I find it humorous that he was yattering on about "honesty in government" and changes to the status quo when he dodged every question they asked him, looking for all the world like he was more slippery than the most grubby of politicians. I think if anyone in politics ever came out and answered a question directly, the sun would explode. Is there really any point in dissembling? No, Tory doesn't really have total control over his situation, and for all the "we're going to evaluate the situations" that were offered up last night, it seems clear that he's probably headed for the chopping block. I know you're not supposed to show weakness and all that, but let's face it; he led his party to a dismal showing that eclipsed even the nadir of 2003.

And then there's McGuinty's loathsome victory speech. Far be it for me to criticize an act of public speaking, but whoever had the idea to lift his theme source-direct from the 8th-inning canned noiseathon at SkyDome deserves a healthy cockpunch. We Are Ontario would be much more resonant if only the nonsense he was spewing had any relation to actual events, and not just gibberish that sounds like it could do with a sprinkling of Alan Parsons Project in the background.

And what the heck was up with everyone and their "RUNNING FOR POLITICS IS BRAVERY" spiehl? The only bravery I have ever seen associated with the practice is in the pure gall shown by politicians who raise their salaries by 25% and then tut tut over minimum wage increases. Sorry, fellows, but you are not Sparta. Not yours. Those gratuitous PDAs were certainly something though! Yep, Terri and Barb are super ladies, and I imagine Shelley Martel might have been on display if only Howard Hampton wasn't slightly classier than that, and covered in a fine sheen of allergy-related grease-sweat besides.

And finally, 50% turnout is dismal. Anyone who didn't vote should be ashamed of themselves, because even a raft full of bad choices is better than no choice at all. I know it sounds trite, but to complain bitterly about these people and then do nothing about it smacks of hypocrisy to me, and I have to wonder if Australia doesn't have the right idea in fining people who don't vote.

Ugh. I hate to sound paranoid, but when governments worldwide are doing their best to indulge every Orwellian inclination they have, what can I do but be highly cynical of Stockwell Day's explanation of the events at Montebello, Que. this past week? Video on YouTube shows what the QPP has finally conceded are police officers who are by all appearances attempting to incite the protestors to riot, and to say that "well the PROTESTORS gave them rocks!" rings a little hollow since it's patently ridiculous.

I think though that in the end, this little false flag fiasco has done a remarkably good job of shining light on the SPP proceedings, something I'm sure the principals involved would rather not have happen, and even though the conservative media is doing its resolute best to whistle innocently and pretend nothing is going on, nobody else is buying it. Hopefully this will create some awareness of the fact that our leaders are attempting to sell us down the American river (seriously, Mr. Harper... jelly beans? Way to blithely oversimplify a complex issue), and maybe actually get people riled up about it.

Or maybe not. The Sun's headline today? TINK'S BACK!

Well that's nice. Won't somebody please shoot that dog?

So anyway, my supervisor Janet is fun to work with. She may be a trifle crusty, shall we say, on occasion, but all in all she's got a good sense of humour and doesn't bug me too much. She is, however, in what I assume to be her late 40s, wears pancake makeup and has one of those classic smoker-shwa voices. Thus it was that her remarks today were not something I cared to hear.

To elaborate: a pair of scissors had been sitting beside the glazer, where it had been dripped upon with glaze, which looks like a certain bodily fluid when it's in drip form (hint: JISM). I brought it over to the sink to wash, and as I did, she walked by and said "Looks like somebody got a good shot off!"

Yuck!