I’ve managed to get Swimmer’s Ear. What the chunks? Homeboy can’t even swim! And yet here I spent the last day and a half with what feels like a tablespoon full of fluid in by my anvil and hammer and other tiny bone.

Apart from the fact that it occasionally gets painful (as I tried to sleep last morning for example) the primary problem with Swimmer’s Ear is that it blocks sounds like an earplug and that has the effect of amplifying inside-head noises like crunching or swallowing or that constant swearing voice that we all try so hard to block out.

Anyway, I can officially state that I’m not a fan of Swimmer’s Ear. You’re all amazed to hear it.

Haiku!

Duck language is hard.
Too many words sound the same.
Ducks should learn English.

I looked up the other tiny bone. It’s the stirrup. No wonder I didn’t remember that. Back when they taught me about the earbones, I probably had no idea what a stirrup was, so it didn’t stick in my mind the way the others did. They really should have taught me about stirrups first. I now officially hate the Canadian school system.

Geez. I’ve neglected to put anything here for too long. Let’s just see…

I saw some graffiti the other day that read “Chicken Over Bitches” and gave no other details on what that might be. I see a handful of possibilities. There’s the possibility that it could be about a guy who likes his to eat chicken more than he likes to be in the company of women. There’s also the fact that another word for “chicken” is another word for “penis” so it could be kind of a “Homies Over Hoes”-style statement in favor of homosexuality. It would also be nice to think that maybe someone would be kind enough to actually not be using bitches to refer to women. It could be about actual dogs. That means it could be a guy who advocates eating chicken instead of eating dog. I’d get behind that. Also, it could be using the word “over” in terms of literal position and thus maybe the chickens are flying over the dogs, or even riding them like horses or something. That’d be cool. I guess “chicken” could also be people who are scared of stuff. Yeah…

“Do the Homie! Do the Homie!”

Also, a few days back, Saturday morning I guess I left work on foot and got to walk through the wilderness between the Middle Of Nowhere that I am employed within and the city of Halifax. I got to see a rabbit walking around and a duck with three babies swimming behind it.

And just to continue commenting on what I’ve seen, I shall look out the window and tell you of whatever is out there… Wow. Interestingly enough two vehicles in the morning traffic seem to have had a minor accident. They appear to be doing well enough. Looking at the damage and such. That means I get to call them suckers. Excellent. Suckers.

What the chunks? I’m just waking up from ten hours of sleep and I I don’t feel rested at all. That’s not cool. I totally expected to look at the clock and see that it was twelve o’clock or something. It was not. It’s almost Seven. I’m sad now. Had I known I wouldn’t wake up, I would have set my alarm. Ah well…

Ducks versus giraffes. The giraffes have a big advantage as far as size is concerned, but ducks can fly. Ducks can fly.

And the Contains2 server is all the way down again. Now I’m going to have to look into that again. Crapdammit.