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I was feeling lousy yesterday. Massive headache that would not go away and to make matters worse, I ripped my new pants. Crap. So I went home early and went to bed. The part that annoyed me was that I really did sleep. I woke up several hours later with a fever so I took some more ‘headache medicine’, drank a glass of lemonade and when back to bed, but I turned on the fan to get a light breeze moving in my bedroom. Long story short. I work up again, made supper, and watched a Tivoed episode of American Chopper and went back to bed..

So what else is going on? Well I upgraded my Vonage account to Unlimited. I figured it would be a good idea after using over 200 minutes in about a week. This now means that parts of Europe, including the UK are now free. So now I have an excuse to call Vics. Expect a call this weekend from me.

April has called me on the podcast thing I said about a year ago (at least) and my word is my bond so I’m going to commit to it. Looks like I’ll be testing the 3 way calling as well because Vics wants in. Oh well, hopefully I can everything to work, if so I’ll be posting it late Sunday. I’m not signing up for a Libsyn account (to distribute the podcast) until I know that this will work.

On the sucky side, I spend half my morning putting boxes on skids. I’M SUPPOSE TO BE AN IT PERSON, NOT SOME MANUAL LABOUR GUY. I’m not saying that I’m lazy (actually I am), but I’m the IT guy, not some general labuor person. Speaking of labour, the labour day weekend is coming up, which also means the END OF SUMMER. All I can say is that it sucks. BOOO, my summer blew big time.

I know that post is basically yadda yadda and I can’t think of too much else to write about so I’ll call it a day.

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April and I chatting away.

Over the weekend I got the chance to talk to April. After I completed my switch to Vonage, she sent me her phone number so I gave her a call. She’s a very nice person. She was a little surprised when I called. She had no idea who I was. She sounded a little nervous when a stranger asked for her, but she soon clicked in after I said. “It’s Canada calling”. She wasn’t expecting a call from me this soon.

We talked for a bit and I it was a nice conversation. She told me about how I had earned the title “That Damn Canadian” on her links. We talked about some of the IM conversations we’ve had. How life is in her new place. I’m so glad that she got out of the Ghetto. I was honestly fearful for her life when she would blog about the gang war in her neighborhood, the bullet holes in her truck and the whole experience in general.

We talked about the time she sent me a Christmas card that said Merry Fucking Christmas. She also had sent one to Vics. Both Vics and I were being poo poo about Christmas that year and she didn’t like it. She’s such a sweetheart.

I don’t want to talk about our whole conversation. I believe that she’s planning to do that but….I did learn is not to underestimate her. There’s a story involving an untrustworthy man, alcohol and a Brazilian stripper, but again that’s her story, (though it is a good one).

She’s also an IT person but she’s the type who refuses to take her work home with her. One way she does this is by not having net access at home. I’ll be honest; I would go nuts not having net access at home. Then again, I’ve always resisted the urge to run 5 servers at home and to host my friend’s websites for free.

This isn’t something that I would ever do. Especially since there are many inexpensive and even some free (but ad based) solutions, oh and Blogger’s totally free. Anyway she went from running servers from her ghetto apartment to no net access in her new place, away from the ghetto.

Personally, I’m just glad that she’s living in a far safer neighborhood.

There is one other problem though, awhile back I said something about recording a podcast with the people I called and she’s calling me in on it, so I guess I’m going to have to start working on the ‘tech’ issues again. Making sure the I can record the phone call and items like that. If this works, then the Podcast will have to return, with guests.

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Those are mine. Hands off you weasel.

I’ve been to Toronto’s Pearson International Airport a few times. I’ve experienced ‘security’ when I tried to board a plane. I know how cold those people are, but when I heard that they took an 87 year old woman’s heart medication, I thought ‘these guys are seriously fucked in the head and need to be smacked around a bit. I mean are you complete assholes? Well it appears that they are. This woman could have died.

What I really love is ‘there has been no report of the incident’ according to the security people. If there hasn’t been any report, then how did the media find out about the incident? These guys are full of shit and everyone knows it.

It’s the same deal with the guy who was flying with his mom and security found the penis pump. That security bitch knew what it was, but she had to further humiliate the guy by making him say what it was in front of his mother and the person apparently couldn’t hear. The guy said pump, not bomb oh and they arrested that guy. Oh and the judge believe him when he said that the security person misunderstood.

Alright, now here’s where I want some payback. I want the right to go into every one of these assholes homes with a video camera and document every sex toy, every porno, every embarrassing piece of crap that these people own and an put it on a website with their ugly mugs next to them. Next I want to go into their medicine cabinets and take all their medication and make them beg for their medicine.

I want them to feel the exact same humiliation that everyone else experiences when these security people remove your undergarments from your bags and let everyone see. Next time I fly I’m going to put a sign on my underwear that can only be read when someone takes it out of the suitcase. It’s going to say ‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT”

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The Clip of the Week (The Sequel to Snakes on a Plane)

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Photo Friday (Some people just don't get the message)

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