So there’s this professor who hates television So Much that he decides that the medium used to relay information is more important than the information relayed. Using this revelation that the “Medium is the Message” the professor decides that the content must be the audience. Becoming aware of the audience, he then breaks the forth wall to ramble at us with his crazy ideas. And I guess this guy is Canadian. Or else he wouldn’t be a Part of our Heritage now would he?

What? I saw this commercial dozens of times as a youth and I have no idea (zero actual idea) what the crazy professor is going on about. I’m sure that the idea that “the medium is the message” has some sort of meaning to people who have had it better explained, but it is not conveyed to me in this piece. It just sounds like he is “television is bad for you because the method used to educate and entertain someone is important and television is a bad method.”

I just don’t get it.

This one is weak. I can only give it One and a Half out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake because I only understand about 25% of what is going on in this one.

My plans for after-work times today included getting a hamburger and returning a DVD movie I had rented to the DVD movie rental place. These hopes were dashed when I got home to find that one side of my street was without power. It was the side that has the place where I would have ordered a burger, so that means I get no burger. It is also the side of the street that holds the DVD movie rental place, but if there is a slot for dropping off DVDs while the place is closed, I have no idea where it is. I’m fairly confident that there was a slot there years ago, but since the store is open twenty-four hours a day usually, I haven’t used it and I can’t find it in the dark. And this shows that even the most mundane dreams a man can hope for that be shattered with ease by capricious fate.

But hey, at least it isn’t the side of the street with my apartment that is without power.

So, moving from the situation of Quinpool Road to that of Spring Garden road, I discovered the other day that they don’t have a Dairy Queen there anymore! What the chunks? Now how am I supposed to buy Dairy Queen on Spring Garden once or twice a year? I remember it was only last October the last time I was there.

And continuing the theme of food discussion, I saw a guy delivering pizza the other day and you know that bag they keep the pizzas inside to retain the heat? On it was printed “It’s hot or it’s not!” Is it my imagination or is that a pretty pathetic slogan? It’s not “It’s hot or it’s free!” which I could expect from a pizza joint. It is just a literal description of the states the pizza’s temperature could be. And that seems pretty pointless. Ah well. Whatever.

I really was looking forward to having a burger just now, though…

When the twelfth door opens and the window breaks, a war shall be fought for unrivaled stakes. A wind from the East will bring to us change, a king in the West will be called most strange. The water comes first and the colors are second, thirdly and lastly a large vulture is beckoned. Also, there will be an explosion.

This is called the PDR Prophecy. It will come true sometime between now and the year 3212. So… everybody keep their eyes open for that.

Okay, so yesterday while I was waiting for my ride to work I noticed this little fly. Smaller than a housefly, bigger than a fruit fly, not a mosquito, I don’t know what he was. He was doing his thing where he flies around but then headed directly towards a nearby spider’s web. But he did not get caught in that web. He smacked Directly Into The Spider and then flew away. I don’t know if he was some sort of idiot or thrill seeker, but I’m casting my vote that that fly is the coolest fly of yesterday. All good?

I’m not able to sleep, but I know I should be. I was writing a Friday the Thirteenth-related story, but then I got distracted. I’ll not have time to finish it on this day so instead, I’ll write a post here. Even if I get that story done late, it’s still done, right? Anyway, I’ve been saving up things to say, so I might as well use them.

Back when I used to take cabs home from work like twice a week Casino Taxi (they’re the fast ones) used to treat me pretty well. The dispatcher lady knew me by name and would ensure that cabs came to pick me up tout de suite and they all knew where I was going. Now that I only need a cab only once a month or so, the new dispatcher never remembers me or makes smalltalk and I feel less special. Sure, they’re probably more concerned with people who use cabs more regularly, but c’mon. Where’s the love? I’ll always be loyal to Casino Taxi thanks to their old commercial, but I miss the love.

Why is it that the further a store is from my apartment, the better the ice cream it sells? I had this thing called Caramel Hat Trick the other day. It was sweet. I guess this is just a rhetorical musing. That is all.

I put together a futon over the weekend. It wasn’t hard or anything, but I still used the instructions as a guide. Doing so, I noticed that the French language bit of the manual got a step that the English and Spanish ones did not. It detailed these little rubber things I had to stick on to prevent the mattress from sliding or something.

I don’t know if this means the manual writers were so pro-French they wanted to leave the others out on the full details of what to do, or if they figured that English and Spanish speakers were smart enough to figure it out from the diagram (Like I did!) but the French were not as quick on the uptake. It is important to find out if we’re going to know who should be angry here.

And clearly someone needs to be angry.