I got all excited playing Ingress in Vancouver and did not notice that I had parked in a special needs space. Only noticed once I was done zapping portals.
I spent a few years posting on Facebook. Unfortunately Facebook has chosen to not play well with others. The final straw for me was when the “entity” chose to repeatedly post that I was supporting a particular political candidate in our last civic election.This caused me some personal grief, and wtf (what the Facebook??!?!) . I think doing this sort of unsolicited advertising is bad enough for commercial entities, could it not be dangerous for some people when you do it with political parties. Presentably I am still on the FB, but I am only posting to help improv comedy events at The Staircase.
Lac-Mégantic is Harper’s Walkerton. The horror of the tragedy in that small town is beyond description. I remember the similar anger and helplessness felt 13 years ago as people were dying in Walkerton Ontario. The parallels are staggering. Same collection of bullies in power. Same “deregulatory common sense foo foo.” Same fluff about how humans somehow run a private company better than humans run a government organization.
Eventually these lies catch up with them. The spin of their media trolls at CFRB, CHML, and SUN could not hide the deaths in Walkerton. Nor can they hide the deaths in Lac-Mégantic. Mr. Harper referred to the devastation as “unbelievable.” It is not unbelievable. It is predictable when no one is watching the decay of the tracks. It is predictable when leaving one man to watch an 50 car train has become common sense. It is predictable when dinosaur owners like Edward Burkhardt are considered captains of industry. Regardless of all the approaching committees, punditry, blamestorming, and crocodile tears Canadians will remember Lac-Mégantic like Ontarians remember Walkerton.
There are no proper words of consolation for people that have lost a dozen loved ones at the same time. But there is action. The burning train sits firmly at the feet of Mr. Harper and the choices that put safety in the caboose behind profit. Shame.
Sigh. What an asshole. No effort made to check in at bank. Car has been there for 20 minutes. Bank not going to tow it. Sigh.
Easy to describe. White van. Easy plate to remember.
Manly Truck Tire for a manly truck of manliness.
Well I am new to twitter. A friend tweeted me a link to something I would be interested, I dutifully browsed there on my Nexus. Next thing I knew everyone on my twitter list was being bombarded by spam about weight loss, scary blogs, and links to more phishing sites. Oops. I had fallen for the oldest new trick on the intertubes. My twitter account had become a spam spewing tweet fest. Many of my more alert tweeters let me know right away, and sorting it out was painful because the center of excellence I was working at blocks all social media. However the experience inspired my to get tethering up to speed on my nexus, create a phishing for spalmon pic, two giggley quotes, and one found piece of strangeness.
“the twats have stopped tweaking this twits tweets”
“I went phishing and caught some spalmon”
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