What started out as the worst day in history turned out to make up for itself in SPADES by the end.
Things that happened:
8:59 am
FUCKING QCARD!: Does QCARD say you’re not preregistered?
Jon [last name]: I can’t even get onto QCARD.
FUCKING QCARD!: Fucker.
Jon [last name]: Ya.
FUCKING QCARD!: MUSC 171 is slowly being filled, but I’m not FUCKING PREREGISTERED
Jon [last name]: Is there any way to do that now?
FUCKING QCARD!: I already did it, twice.
FUCKING QCARD!: For astro.
FUCKING QCARD!: And although MUSC 171 is for non-MUSC students, apparently I can’t get in.
Jon [last name]: Bummer. Have you tried calling Queen’s?
FUCKING QCARD!: It’s working now, but only for astro type courses.
FUCKING QCARD!: Gah! I have to be at work in 1 minute!
Jon [last name]: Oh man. Well, good luck with everything.
FUCKING QCARD!: Fucker.
It warns me I can’t take any higher cisc courses, then boots me off because I’m no longer in the encrypted part of the system!
FUCKING QCARD!: I hate fucking Queen’s.
Jon [last name]: How come you’re still there then?
FUCKING QCARD!: Sorry, this is what happens when I’m stressed.
Jon [last name]: np. I understand.
FUCKING QCARD!: See ya, fuck Queens
I arrive at work 20 minutes late.
I work. I’m supposed to work till 3, but decide to stay an extra two hours due to scheduling changes. No problem, I’ll just get Daddy-o to drop off my tooth meds at 4.
4:00
My Dad arrives, but for some reason without meds. He’s called Queen’s and has cancelled the music course I had finally managed to sign in to. I panic. He waits at the local brew-your-own-beer place while I work for another hour, but he brews for 2 and we end up at home at around 6:30, with me clutching my cheeks in pain. So yeah, that sucked.
Then, the turnaround.
We drive home, I get myself all drugged up, and I check my site statistics. Turns out On The Fritz has fantastically Blogrolled me! Yes! This guy (Fritz) totally rules, and I’m very disappointed Desiree Gold, Teen Correspondent has “decided to quit.” Sigh, a bright light in comedy is fading. RIP Desiree Gold.
Shortly thereafter, we head over to Best Buy where I buy a 128MB Compact Flash card and a CD wallet for 128 CD’s. The good part: the wallet was misfiled, and I get an $80 wallet for $40! Booyah!
On to Futureshop.
I get my camera! (This last sentence must be sung in order to get the full effect of my story.) For $40 off, once again. The guy who sells it to me tells me that the camera I’m buying is both automatic and manual, which brightens my day even more. Thank you thank you thank you, Artour. You rule.
Shopping trip ends with me treating all but Mom (who’s too cold? Cold? You’re Canadian!) to Frosties. Excellent!
The day has semi-ended, except I just got a message from Malbon who probably wants to do something, so who knows? The night is young.
And I have a camera.
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CBS News gives this report on Hans Blix’s latest comments:
Chief U.N. inspector Hans Blix criticized the United States for insisting so vehemently that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction and not producing the evidence.
The failure of U.S.-led teams to find illegal weapons after more than two months of searching and visits to over 230 suspected sites has become a major issue. Saddam Hussein’s possession of banned weapons was the main justification the United States and Britain used for invading Iraq.
“It is sort of puzzling I think that you can have 100 percent certainty about the weapons of mass destruction’s existence, and zero certainty about where they are,” he said. “We were more prudent in our assessment and I think that was shown to be pretty wise.”
Yeah, alright, that’s not EXACTLY how Heisenberg put it, but it’s pretty damn close. I say we ignore how fast they’re headed for us, and we’ll be certain to find out where they are.
(Note: Do not misunderstand this post in any way as condoning the belief that Iraqi WMD’s exist. The only ones I believe in are these.)
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A ha ha ha!
Excellent.
Maybe it’s just my weakness for SciFi jokes, but I find the comments at silentrunning.tv about this little bit of news to be funnier than the actual news itself.
Oh, C-3PO.
(Note: Do not misunderstand this post in any way as condoning the post-Jedi Star Wars movie franchise. George Lucas is still a self-pleased, slippery sellout with no neck.)
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I tried calling Q107 this morning to win some sort of guitar or something. I’m pretty sure I dialled 416-870-ROCK, but when the phone finally stopped ringing I got: “Hola, you’ve reached…”
Gah! Answering machine!
So yeah, that could have been embarrassing.
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This is the beginning of the long-awaited “My Head Is Cheese” project. I plan on collecting translations of the phrase “my head is cheese” in as many languages and dialects as possible. Any suggestions, corrections, or additions can be mailed to me or left in the comments section at the end of this post.
(Ed. The ones I do not know to be correct are in bold type.)
German: Mein Kopf ist Käse.
Spanish: Mi cabeza es queso.
French: Ma tête est fromage.
Italian: Mia testa è formaggio.
Portugese: Minha cabeça é queijo.
Japanese: 私の頭部はチーズである。
Korean: 나의 머리는 치즈 이다.
Chinese: 我的头是乳酪。
Croatian: Moj glava je sir.
Bulgarian: My глава е сирене.
Czech: Má hlava is sýr.
Danish: Mig leder er ost.
Dutch: Mijn hoefd is kaas.
Finnish: Minun johtaa on juusto.
Greek (?): My κεφάλι is τυρί.
Hungarian: Sajtból van a fejem.
Icelandic: Minn höfuð er ostur.
Norwegian: Meg leder er osten.
Tagalog: akin panguluhan ay pisngi.
Polish: Mój głowa jest ser.
Romanian: Meu cap is brînză.
Russian: Принадлежащий мне голова быть сыр.
Slovenian: svoj vzglavje je sir.
Swedish: Min huvud är ost.
Welsh: ‘m ben ydy caws.
Turkish: benim baş bkz. be peynir.
Latin: Meus caput capitis est caseus.
No discussions yet on whether there will be a movie version.
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I somehow got involved with a President’s Choice mailing list. Every once in a while they send me “Insider’s Reports,” which makes me feel devious, like I’m Martha Stewart or something.
This month’s report is entitled The Cool Oasis, and gives some very excellent recipes for backyard BBQ-ing. They also offer a link to “adult entertainment,” but it’s just some crap about cranberry juice. I feel cheated.
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