So, I got an envelope in the mail the other day. Not that rare an occurrence. But this one was from the UNITED NATIONS. As far as I am concerned this is a step in the right direction. They’re finally beginning to acknowledge that I am a sovereign nation.
Naturally the letter has nothing to do with recognizing my sovereignty. And technically it is from the “United Nations Association of Canada”. But that’s close enough, right?
Anyway, it is a Citizens’ Panel Survey. Apparently the UN is interested on how we mere citizens think they are doing. Fair enough. And also they wouldn’t mind a monetary donation or two. I suppose that makes sense. They probably heard I was the kind of sap who will give money to lost causes. Okay. But when you get down to the bottom of the sheet where you fill out your name and information the square for “Yes! I would like to donate money” is already checked off. The survey is printed with that checkmark already in place. Why design the thing to look like it is an option in the first place? Annoying. The United Nations only wants me to give them my opinion if I am also giving them money. Well not this time United Nations!
Not this time!
So today was a hurricane hitting us day here in Halifax. It didn’t really amount to much of anything more than a typical storm as far as I could see. I went out for a couple of walks, one during the hurricane day and one after at night. I got soaked during the first one (which is of course the point of going for a walk in a hurricane). The second was just about as clement as weather can get. I like rain, but I’d still consider the second walk superior because of all the stars showing through.
The hurricane was named Bill. Every day of work in the few days leading up to the weekend had an article talking about Hurricane Bill and my mind always, just for a second assumed it was about how we’d be paying for the hurricane. Stupid mind.
Haiku!
If Vikings are here,
Who’s to say there ain’t Baboons?
Those types both hang out.
My ability to recognize constellations seems to be kaput. I can find Orion when he’s around (I don’t think he is at the moment) and occasionally I think I can find a Dipper, but that’s it. No wonder I haven’t been accepted into Awesome Space Guy School yet.
I had to be awake during the daytime yesterday to do some shopping and I noticed something strange. There is this great big ball of fire in the sky and nobody even notices it! The fire is making everything uncomfortably bright and hot and everybody is just walking around like that is normal. Psh.
Haiku!
Never trust an elk.
They all only want one thing.
They want your body.
So, I bought Spaced on DVD yesterday. It cost me like seventy-four dollars. Is it worth it? Sure. But I already owned it on Region 2 DVD from way back when it was not available here. But because the money-worshipers in charge of everything don’t want me to be able to view Region 2 DVDs with ease here in the First Region, I had to rebuy it. There is something wrong with society when I can’t watch a show that I paid for on a machine that I also paid for just because it comes from abroad. Lame. But anyway, now I can watch it again.
Today I went and got my hair cut. A memory of my youth returned to me. At a haircutting place that I was brought as a child, children were encouraged to, once the cut was over, pick up a bit of their hair from the floor and place it in a little box. You would close the box and the “Hair Fairy” would take your hair and replace it with a cheap toy like you’d get in one of those twenty-five cent vending machines. Obviously the hair just fell into the device (probably into a bag if the people who made it had any sense) and the toy would fall out from some other place which was no doubt a heavenly reservoir of cheap toys and I don’t think that even in my youngest days I believed in the Hair Fairy because the mechanism was so obvious looking. But I believe in the Hair Fairy now. Because someone should.
Maybe I’d get my hair cut a little more often if I still had such awesome reasons to do so.
I admit I am kind of wary of looking up “Hair Fairy” in Google, however. I don’t even want to know where that could lead.
In other news, I took a trip across town to Future Shop today with intent to buy the latest season of the Venture Brothers and use up some of the many Future Shop gift cards I have accumulated over the last few years worth of Christmases and Birthdayses. The bad news is that there was no Venture Brothers season three (or any Venture Bros. at all, it is sad to say) but the good news is that even after a bit of a spending spree I still have eighty-eight dollars worth of gift certified at Future Shop. Not bad.
Haiku!
Captain Amsterdam!
A frog with a heart of gold.
And twice the power.
I have decided that there must be a holiday about index fingers. Perhaps a day when we’re not allowed to use our index fingers for anything, just to remind us how useful such fingers are. And people who have lost their index fingers can speak at big public events. And those foam fingers from sports can be made into decorations for our houses. Someone should get working on that.
That Zeitgeist documentary I mentioned a few posts ago has a sequel. I like this one a whole lot more. Most of it feels exactly like the stuff I’ve been saying all along. Currency worship and wage slavery. Yeah, that’s the stuff. It’s always nice to see someone else out there has similar ideas. It helps fight the loneliness.
