Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
What about street racing, Lucky?
Your supporter, Pandy (age 9, black American Burmese / mongrel mix)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The blog is back in town
All on my time, sucka.
Am still freeing a lot of cells and discovered a version of Tetris [another proper noun] that is, well, totally Tetris just not called Tetris, so that cuts into some of my sched, but otherwise I am a free agent. The only labour I gots to sell is my brain thinking (see the post re bike helmets below. Brains are like my livelihood). And chewing Nicorette. I do an awful lot of that.
In other news, I am completely weirded out by how many people from high school are on facebook with photos of their offspring. But that’s maybe just as much the recoil from the bile in my mouth that results from what facebook is: a social networking site. Social and networking are two of my least favourite things. As Jinki says, I would make an ideal hermit.
Well, better get back to my game of Freecell… have got myself into a bit of a quagmire here.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Consider yourself warned
BTW, we are only scratching the surface of this subprime lending thing, people.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Now kids, it's going to be a long trip
[mumbles] nearly got it...
and when I get back in the plane I expect you all to be halfway to nirvana or this plane is not taking off.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
This little piggy went to Marche Movenpick
Today, after a gruelling hour and a bit spent at the stuff passport office (in which neither food nor drink is allowed... people are practially moving in to that place, and no food or drink? Enough with the patronizing already), I stopped by the Marche (now known as Richtree) in the Eaton Centre (flagship store = Sears) for a sandwich. I know I don't eats the bread often, but I fancied a sandwich. Money changes hands, yadda yadda, then this theme starts playing, an indication that "you've won something." To which I replied "Do I have to do anything." Fortunately not, just collect my voucher for my free medium caesar salad, to be enjoyed at the Eaton Centre Richtree only before March 5, 2007. Talk about a great start to a lucky year! They were right when they said the golden piglet is a year of prosperity. I never win anything, and I mean never ever never. In celebration of my good fortune, I attach the winning coupon - print it out and use it as many times as you want to before March 6th. I'll never use it.
Destination Manx?
Shibuya-san
Although this here is a bit more Sears catalogue than what we can expect to see on the streets of T.dot 18 months from now:
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Mr Pants' latest opus
Now, on one hand we can't condemn MM for bringing a slice of reality to the world that it might otherwise not wish to see but on the other did we really need to see MM being all SNAGy as he comforted and hugged a sobbing grade school teacher. Editing already, MM! Personally, I think the left is at a time in history where a bit of humility and reflexivity is in order, lest we succumb to total zealousness. For me, this critique of MM is a question of intent - just because one's intentions are valid does not warrant manipulation to acheive them. So there. And go see the film, assuming it gets distribution... turns out suggesting self-critique is a tough sell.
Chicken grooves and moves
So then I gots to researching, and found not only the Jamaican interpretation of the dance that accompanies the beat of the bird flu but also the Ivory Coast version (and a story about H5N1 there too).
And that's why I love human geography, peoples.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Blogger.com
Saturday, February 03, 2007
It's about...
See, I've been more or less convinced for the past few years that the misery of the workplace is concentrated in and comes primarily from the HR department, which is typically: on side of management rather than staff; got its head up its ass when e.g. one's laid off and finds one has to call them to remind them maybe they've got some forms for one to sign or something whatever; telling you one thing, meaning quite another; etc. The mathematical formula of the devestation they can bring on the spirit of workers looks something like this:
I went into this thing pretty smug and comfortable in my paradigm, but boy am I learning a lot! The HR people with whom I've had contact at current workplace aren't so bad. Either my theorem has some big holes in it or the workplace has gone through a paradigm shift in the three years I spent teetering on the brink of poverty and precarity, because it's dawned on me that other departments can be and are just as difficult with which to deal. Other departments have an over inflated sense of importance about themselves and thwart attempts at unambiguous communications - should they decide to communicate at all. Other departments are led by someone who, I swear, was an HR professional in a past life. Hence, the important modification to the theory that HR is, in fact, not constant but can -- and should -- be replaced by the name of whatsoever department is causing your grief.
Because here at Multiworld we're about solutions - tailored solutions to your problems. And changing paradigms.
Maybe it's reverse psychology
Sunday, January 14, 2007
If cats programmed tv...
8pm - Catch that mouse
8.30pm - What's for supper?
9pm - Bird sounds (season premiere)
10pm - Napping around the house
Doesn't any of that sound better than reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond?
Friday, January 12, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Am I just high on myself...
Verb, adjective, noun (and sometimes prepositions).
For xmas, Mr Prettiebottom received a magnetic poetry set (Shakespearian english), which will compliment the corporate-speak set (received by Prettiebottom herself a few xmases ago) quite nicely, thank you. Who doesn't like to see "professional" and "management" in situ with "codpiece"? So I was staring at the fridge, wondering how to go about creating magic with these two worlds, but found myself wholly overwhelmed with the sheer volume of words on the fridge. Frightfully inefficient! Heretofor, I seteth upon sorting them grammatically. Verb, adjective, noun - as you will see from the attached schematic. What to do with the hims and Is (pronouns?), abouts, froms, and ins (prepositions? Are you sure?), and most vexing, the wherefores, would, can, coulds (are some of those verbs?)
No, I couldn't have chosen the alphabet--with which I am completely familiar--but instead had to pick a system of which I know the bare minimum of the rules.
[1] Heresois proof that I also knoweth not to split the infinitive, but apparently this only applies in latin and was scrapped from English grammar some thirty or fourty years ago, sayeth Jinki, who knows much about the mysterious workings of speaking English.