Coffee Wreck

I was actually dressed rather half-nicely today in jeans and a dress shirt, but just as I was having my last sip of coffee, I managed to -once again- misjudge how much liquid was in the mug. I do this far too often for it to be a mistake, and I’m beginning to wonder if my coffee mugs have it out for me. First it was the appliances, now I’m looking sideways at the pottery. I’ve been doing this my whole life – what I assume to be the ‘last sip’ of coffee tends to be the equivalent of what could have been six last sips, and I end up tipping the mug up at too high of an angle (today while walking up the stairs), and -oops- there goes my drink down my shirt. Damn.

And that’s how I ended up wearing an Atari t-shirt to the office today.

Hawaii Chair

I am watching an ad for the TOBI stupid iron-on-a-stick… Are you KIDDING me?

A long time ago I wrote about the Hawaii Chair. This crap makes me want a Hawaii Chair. This dumb vacuum pretending to be an iron doesn’t look like fun, but that silly old chair could at least pass for a ride or something. You could have a garage sale and charge parents a nickel for rides on it for their kids or something.

The Barack Chia Head grows grass at least… It serves a purpose too I guess. Who names an IRON a ‘TOBI’??

[Update: I apparently wrote 2 posts about that damn Hawaii chair... that damn thing was on tv for a long time... ]

Donuts

Why does a Chocolate Dip donut cost the same as a Boston Cream? A Chocolate Dip is nothing but a Boston Cream with a hole in the middle and no lovely little custard filling. Basically, your eighty-nine cent Chocolate Dip is like the dumb little brother who just tagged along for the ride, but no one really wanted him to come, but mum said he had to, so we brought him to the movies even though everyone actually just wanted to hang out with the way cooler, way older Boston Cream.

Washing Machine Woes

A Pontiac GTO “smoke ‘em if you got ‘em” t-shirt is apparently never work-place appropriate, even if it is a ‘68, and even if your washing machine has been broken for two months.

Stupid Roads

Today on the way to work, I saw a pigeon as it was trying to crawl up on to the curb just a few seconds after it had been hit by a car. I should have called animal control so they could have come to pick it up. But I didn’t and I think that makes me an asshole.

I keep the Toronto Animal Control phone number in my cell phone just in case I need to call it. 416 338 7297.  There’s been so many times that I’ve been out and come across injured squirrels and birds and little guys that need help and today I didn’t even call them to come help the poor pigeon.

As It Turns Out

It isn’t the electrical in my house that is slightly messed up, it’s the electrical on the ENTIRE STREET. Ugh. How annoying.

But then again… This might be the first real opportunity for me to find a (real) use for all the incredibly shoddy UPS-es I’ve got around here… I didn’t really trust them as a backup power for the fish tank, but they MIGHT be good enough as a secondary backup for the NEXT time that the power goes out AND my blackberry dies in the same night…

Then again… A new UPS might only cost $80.

Laundry

Waiting for the appliance repair technician is slow like Christmas. They should work that into the Nutcracker ballet.

Bug Stuff

I sprayed a wasp nest that the wasps have been building on the back porch, and then I spent the entire day feeling badly that I’d actually killed a wasp. I destroyed his home, covered him in foam, and choked it to death. I then spent the entire day at work thinking that when his family got home they’d all be freaking out and crying about the one I’d killed. I’m not cut out for this shit. Couldn’t they have just kept their nests in the shed where I already TOLD them I wasn’t going to spray them unless it gets huge and out of hand?

I know a kid who has recently started his paperwork to join the army. I agree with the concept, but after my reaction to killing one wasp, I know I couldn’t do it.

There is still a garbage strike going on.

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My head Hurts.

It has nothing to do with the beer and a half I drank yesterday. It’s more likely related to the fact that I ate about a pound and a half of black cherries from the neighbour’s tree. The raccoons have been fighting over the fruit, and since it’s been raining for the past few days, it’s cherry-picking season, apparently. The guy showed me how he does his exercises before climbing the tree, and told me that he’s been looking for me the past few days because I told his daughter that I’d help pick the cherries sometime in June. Maybe I’ll go help them today.