I recently bought the book Jennifer Government. Just now I was laying in bed reading and I came across a line which said that in the capitalistopia in which this book is set, the occupation of being a government agent has “the highest death rate of any occupation except machine operators.”

Machine operator is, of course, my job occupation. Hooray!

In other (local) news, the Halifax School Board apparently bickered and fought so much that the education minister just fired the lot of them. I don’t know or care much about the actual story behind it all, but it amuses me on the principle of firing a bunch of bickering ninnies.

In me complaining news, I’ve been sleeping a lot lately and it has been causing me to get even less done than I usually do. Which sucks because I don’t do much any more. In fact, it’s been about a month since I’ve done laundry. And the fact I’ve bought some new clothes during that month does not make up for the fact that it’s still about a month without doing laundry.

Also, I recently worked the word “ninnies” into a sentence.

I’m pretty sure there’s a holiday of some kind coming up. Hmmm. I’ll have to look into that one.

And finally, please donate money to trees. They need it more than you do. Especially the larch.

To the left here is a picture of Kip and partially I, Patrick D Ryall, in a photo booth. It took me over a week to get it on here, so enjoy it.

I’m in the midst of my last day off of a three day weekend. I enjoyed having a three day weekend. It’s practically a vacation. I hate my job very much and do not wish to return. If I could weep, I would.

Anyway, let’s see… I’m sure I had lost of stuff happen lately that I would talk about if I could remember it… Hmmm…

Some guy at work about a week ago was wearing a shirt that said “G-Unit: Built To Last” But several of the letters fell off and it ended up reading “…ui t to ast” Which is funny because it didn’t last very long. And it’s also funny because I overheard the guy saying he paid fifty bucks for that shirt.

I got Arrested Development Season Three this week. That’s a great show I’ll recommend to each and anyone out there.

Haiku!

In the void of space.
Buhjugga alone is king.
None can defeat him.

My new computer that I’ve owned for a while but not been able to get working? I brought into the shop. I expect that in a few days I shall indeed be able to use it for really real at long last. It shall be a good day.

I was late paying my rent this month. I just kinda forgot. Oh well, I’ll do it on Tuesday. I assume the office is closed for Labour Day. Ah, Labour Day. One of the holidays I know the least about. Also, something about not wearing white.

So how is everyone out there? Holding up okay? Summer’s pretty much done. That sucks, right.

Let’s see… what else… Oh, I read in a local paper today about some thing here in Halifax where a bunch of people dressed as zombies and walked around trying to scare people or whatever. But the people who saw them immediately assumed it was fake and nobody cared. Now I’ve not seen the quality of the zombies that were present, but I hope that when the real zombies come people are a little more reactive.

Which in turn reminds me that a few weeks back I was walking down the road and some guy covered in rubber snakes ran by yelling “Ohhh Noooo! Snakes!” or whatever. I think it was some improv group having fun, but again nobody cared. The guy just stopped after a while and turned back to his friends, one of whom chastised him for not waiting for the light to turn green or something. A pedestrian was heard to remark, “What just happened?”

I have an appointment every Monday, so I walked downtown today only to find the place closed. I had forgotten that today is Natal Day, the birthday of Halifax. Which only confounds my day off. Then, I was unable to get in touch with Kip about that movie that we wanted to see, but it don’t matter anyhow, since I’ve been called in to work after all. Yeesh.

And speaking of Halifax, there’s been a story running through the paper about some kid who, given the choice of all these places he could go on vacation, chose Halifax. Now I’ve never been able to hold my interest very long in the articles, but from what I can tell there’s nothing especially newsworthy there. Some kid wanted to see Halifax. Is that really front page worthy? Are Haligonians so insecure about this corner of the world that this kid’s approval is the utmost compliment? It confuses and depresses me.

And now I have to go to work, so that’s a whole ‘nother layer of depressed.

Now’s as good a time as any for a poem:

Sandwiches, O Sandwiches

Bread, this bread, that lies upon my plate.
This bread is part a sandwich which I will soon have ate.
Mayo, yes mayo, meaning mayonnaise.
The mayo covers the bread, I’ve been planning this for days.
Lettuce lies on the mayo, Lettuce yes indeed.
Grown on a farm, I must assume, from a Lettuce Seed.
On lettuce lies the bacon. Bacon lies right there.
To call it anything but bacon would simply be unfair.
Tomato, Tomato, Tomato.
Tomato smothers the bacon only because I say so.
Mayo again. Mayo. Mayonnaise as before.
Above tomato come mayonnaise once more.
Bread, more bread, tops the whole .
This second slice of bread makes my senses ring.
Sandwiches O Sandwiches, a superior food.
Y’all best make me a sandwich, it’s for your own good.

When the Rolling Stones were going to play Moncton, it seemed like I couldn’t wear my Stones shirt anyplace without someone commenting on it. Thus, I decided to stop wearing it for a while. When the Superman movie came along, I retired my Superman shirt for a while. Now the Stones are comng here, so that shirt is out of the loop again. Unfortunately, yesterday I wore my “Support the Municipality” shirt from Homesar Runner and some guy actually thought I meant support the Halifax Regional Municipality. It seems that the HRM had ripped him off in some way, so he did not support them. Surely I’m not going to move, but I’m also not going to give up on that shirt yet. The lesson is,

I have to admit, I’m not actually down with OPP. And since the song claims that every homeboy is down with OPP, I suppose I’ve proven myself not to be a homeboy. I’ll just have to take it one day at a time.

I have this Halloween bucket with a cartoon Frankenstein’s monster on it that I keep on this desk here for loose change. I bought some of those little rolls for putting change in today and counted it mostly all up. I had about $150 sitting right there. Now most of that is going to go into my get a non-sucky computer fund. The little bit that isn’t? That’s going to be

Speaking of change, I was walking down Spring Garden Road today, so of course I got a guy bumming money from me. I gave change out of my pocket to him and continued walking. Then someone else asked for some, and I told him I gave it to that last guy. That happened three more times after that and each time I told them I gave it to the first guy. By far the best response was the bum who muttered, “Oh, I see how it is,” afterward. That amuses me.