Random Ruminations
Wow, one minute it was June and suddenly it got all July around here. Which explains why I'm desperately hot and fanning myself with one of those cool fans that one booth at Anime North was giving away. (And apparently everyone wanted once word leaked out about said fans.)
Canada Day was spent relaxing and cleaning. The rest of the pseudo long-weekend was spent working. I can't exactly complain, as it means money, and money is good as a means of paying for food, a home and other fun items on the upper eschelons of Maslov's hierarchy. On the downside, though, I did miss my sister hanging out in Kitchener for a while and subsequently sharing her disturbing-yet-funny-in-a-sadistic-sort-of-way experience of a wedding from hell. (Not hers, happily.)
All I can say is I have decided I owe her and Jorret a 12-pack of beers, just in the hopes it can help ease their pain.
As for the world from here on in, Mel's dad arrives tomorrow and stays until the end of the week. And somewhere in that time, we're all going to get high off the paint fumes, since we'll be painting pretty much all of the apartment. I'm rather optimistic about this. For as lacking as I may be in the handiwork skills, we couldn't possibly do a worse job than the former tenants, one of whom was a self-professed pro painter.
(Unless I managed to punch a hole in the drywall with my paintbrush and we discovered a skeleton inside. Then I might be inclined to think things aren't going so well...)
But I'd also like to take a moment to discuss spam. Yes, I know: spam already is on our screens enough, why should I actually bother to give it anything less than a rectal probe with the business end of a taser?
Consider for a moment: in my Inbox today is an Email claiming to have "cheap Viaagrra!" and other such misspelled anti-impotence meds. Something about the way they misspelled Viagra (deliberately, I rather think, to try & avoid the filters) disturbs me. Mostly because now all I can think of is Tony the Tiger with his hand in the air as he chants, "I'm errrrrrrect!"
That was your horrible, life-scarring mental image of the day. And no, I'm not paying the therapy bills for it.
Today's Lesson: this is
not your week for having anything shipped to you. Trust me on this one. (Ask Mel if you're curious and have a free half hour you can devote to listening as to how she plans to strangle the nearest US-based UPS representative whose neck she can wrap her hands around. And that's not even mentioning the sofa...)
posted by Phillip at 7:16 PM
