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 I was linked this by a friend and holy shit if it isn't me in black and white on the screen!  Dealing with me isn't easy, I'm definitely an acquired taste, but it's immensely relieving to discover I am not alone in my batshit insanity.  Thank you Chuck Wendig for giving me a primer to share with people on dealing with a writer!

Beware of Writer

Beware of Writer II

Hopefully this helps you all deal with the writers in your life, feel free to share.  And if you are a writer, save those close to you from the confusion and direct them to Chuck's blog.

Snow Day

Apr. 2nd, 2011 08:19 pm
the_goren_show: (musing)
So, overnight a whole whack of heavy wet late season snow has fallen and crippled the city.  The irony of course is that the one weekend I felt like going out and doing things, I can't.  The car is snowed in the garage (10-15 cm fell with another 5 to 10 possible before the snow stops) and the buses can't make it up the hill so we are all alone with our low class neighbours in the rathole on the hill.  This sucks.

Luckily we are on the hilltop, because tomorrow it's all supposed to melt and people in low lying parts of the city will probably get flooded out.

Ah Calgary in springtime, you never fail to fuck us up!
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"I've never really understood the appeal of these MMORPGs myself but then I hate people enough in the real world let alone bothering to enter a second made up universe to learn to despise them all over again."  Charlie Brooker's Gameswipe

I have been introduced to Charlie Brooker and have been watching all his videos on Youtube and basically laughing myself stupid.  He's acerbic and not politically correct in any way and pretty much smack on with his commentary on the idiocy in society.  He's not quite as much a hero as George Carlin, but I've only just discovered him.  If you want a good introduction that's clean (some of his skits aren't safe for virgin ears) then try this one and move on to his rants on US TV, Aspirational TV, and the American News Media.

I was working my way through his Gameswipe when I hit the comment above.  I laughed until my ribs hurt, then replayed it to transcribe it because it pretty much sums up how I'm feeling about the RP world right now.

On my interest in RP. )
 
EDIT:  After being assured by the mod it wasn't anything I had done to make myself a pariah, I come online tonight (Saturday after I posted this original rant) to find all kinds of new threads active and alive.  None involving my character or a place where they might jump into the fray mind you, but there is RP... just not for me.   FML
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 So, not out of any true conviction on our parts but out of a desire to support a family member who wholeheartedly believes in living green, our household participated in Earth Hour this year.

Yes, I sat in the dark with a cat who kept falling off the sofa and talked over nothing much with the others in the room.  It was strange because the streetlight outside the window was enough to light up the room.  It wasn't the worst way to spend a Saturday night except for the do or die hockey game my team was embroiled in that I was missing thanks to sitting in the dark.  As for the cat, I think her eyes are starting to go or she was seriously touch drunk with all the attention she got.  She isn't usually quite so demonstrative with her affection but with three people sitting around talking, she was in heaven.  She is a senior cat after all, so maybe there is something to the eyes thing, but it was unintentionally hilarious because we'd be talking about something then *THUD*.

*pause*  Cat?

*nod*  Cat.  Touch drunk cat.  
 
*pause*  Is she hurt?

*cat leaps up into my lap and meows*
 
Apparently not.

*resume conversation*
 
As an aside, my team won their game.  They still have to win the next five against good or better teams but there's still hope for the playoffs.
the_goren_show: (facepalm)
That there be one... just ONE... RP promoting community out there that has nothing to do with Glee, Harry Potter, Supernatural or any of the other raging fandoms?

There are those of us who don't want to play those, ya know?

This rant brought to you by a month of hanging out on InsaneJournal looking for a place to tag with an OC and a long dead fandom.
the_goren_show: (musing)
If it got any slower at work, I might have to kill someone to liven things up and that's bad since they drop like flies anyway around here.  I am bored out of my gourd with nothing going on here and no brain power to do anything with while I'm sitting here looking at the ceiling or the floor.

Here's a gem that broke up my day - little old stubborn (as in almost deaf but refuses to wear his old hearing aids to hear because they aren't good and won't pay to buy good hearing aids so he can hear) man comes up to me and wants me to do something for him.  I, having tired some months ago of the long and complicated (and loud, I have to YELL to be heard) conversations with this man that usually require me to repeat things three times at the top of my lungs, ask him what I can do for him in as few words as possible.

He eyes me a second and asks if I've ever been in the army.  "Very efficient," he says as he wanders off after we do our business.  I had to bite my tongue.  I can't have a pleasant conversation with you, you deaf old fart, because you're too cheap to buy good hearing aids!

Toddlers would be less trouble, I swear.
the_goren_show: (questioning)
Not that I'm in any hurry to replace Mr. Max, but I have been messing about on the build a vehicle part of various car maker's websites this morning and here is what I have learned.

1.  All car manufacturers are offering bland crappy choices in paint colour.
2.  Nissan's Maxima do not look good in light colours.
3.  Lincoln's MKZ/MKS do not look good in dark colours.
4.  Volvo's look crappy whatever the colour.
5.  Nissan's Maxima gives me the shivers from the front view.
6.  The front grille of Lincoln's MKZ/MKS is all I like about their front view.
7.  All new vehicles pretty much look the same from the ass end.
8.  I like the Dodge Challenger in Blackberry pearlcoat paint.
9.  I think that has something to do with the name of the paint colour as much as the colour itself.

and

10.  I really need to stop hanging out on the build a car sections of manufacturer's websites.

(But its better than porn!!)
the_goren_show: (do not want)
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Nothing - at this point in my life I've heard just about all of the possible painful insults and if it didn't kill me the first time someone called me that, it won't kill me this time either.

Mind you, if you insult someone I'm with, I will get mouthy and I'm not afraid to start a fight.
the_goren_show: (serious muse)
A snippet of a tune stuck in there that I had no lyrics to reminded me that it's time to clean mine out again.  It's all clogged up with little bits of thoughts and shards of ideas that weren't as bright as I once imagined them to be and the random bits that manage to float to the surface are all getting to be a bit much.  I wish I had access to a lake or large body of water where I could just float on my back and watch the sky for hours, weightless on the tides.  I would be the flotsam and jetsam and stop being me with my insecurities and flaws.

The tradition remains unchanged.

This is our ungodly hour.

I envy those who cast their cares to the religion of their choice, trusting in gods I can no longer believe in that it will all work out alright.  It doesn't always work out alright and some times good people lose and it's not because 'God' willed it or had bigger plans for them.  It's simply the way the world works.  One roll of a dice, one person who turned away thinking another would step up and help and - that's it, life's over.

Time for coffee and then another day of smiling plastically at people, hoping they don't look in my eyes and see the truth.  I want someone to notice and yet, it's far more work than it's worth.
the_goren_show: (facepalm)
No, not really but it's been far enough above freezing for three days now that the snow that fell one week ago is now turning into rivers on the roads.  The car is constantly dirty and I can't help but twitch everytime I look at it.

Not to mention, I discovered Nissan (and probably many newer car makers) actually created an idiot light for low windshield washer fluid.  This fills me with despair for the human race.  If you aren't doing at least once a week walkarounds of your car to check tires and fluids, I don't think you ought to be on the road!

My only consolation is that Max isn't the only mud coloured car out there.
the_goren_show: (thinking)
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I still love the one I have - 1997 Nissan Maxima SE.  It looks good, goes fast if asked, has heated seats for winter, is reliable (except when I'm not), has been low maintenance, and just generally overachieves in everything I could possibly need out of a day to day automobile.  I'd buy a new one if I could and if I liked the rear profile of new cars - what's with the too high to be useful as a window rear windows lately on cars?

Otherwise, I'd really like to have a Dodge Challenger or Charger (I like my sedans) or a Lincoln MKZ.  I guess my tastes do still run towards American cars.  Hmm.  Odd that!

Snow Day

Feb. 7th, 2011 08:02 am
the_goren_show: (sigh)
As in I was out in the snow when I should have been staying home and off the roads.  Nothing like creeping along snow covered roads churned up by the massive tires on a bus into ruts that send you randomly bouncing off across them like a steel ball in a pinball game while praying you don't actually have to come to a full stop at anytime before you reach your destination.

I almost didn't make it out of the back alleyway and only sheer luck managed to be on my side so that I could get out.  The alleyway runs north/south and the whole of it beyond where I turn into my garage has been reduced to sheer ice - that's almost a whole block of ice covered with at least six to seven inches of light fluffy unpackable snow.  If you think of icing sugar or cornstarch, you just about have the consistency of the crap I drove to work in, with roughly the same properties.  It's not wet enough to pack down under the wheels and almost acts like a liquid as you make your best effort to get the hell out of a thick drift of it.  I could not go north, I had to reverse and go south and back out of the alley, which was cleared of ice only by the unseasonably warm days we had leading up to this latest snow dump, onto the usually busy street that wasn't so busy.

Some people apparently do get snow days.

With around six inches of snow out there on top of icy roads and the dreaded white crap still drifting down from the sky to the tune of another six inches, getting the car home should be interesting.  I may just be leaving it here and stuffing myself onto public transit with the rest of the masses just for safety's sake.
the_goren_show: (facepalm)
 Dear Self,

Next time you decide to put something small like a gift card away for safe keeping, could you possibly choose a spot where you might fucking well find it in the same decade in which you put it away?

Especially if  it is a gift card sort of thing because this two fucking days of looking for it gets tedious.

No love, me.


Dear LJ,  

Hurry up and make your site Blackberry/mobile compatible because typing this entry four times over gets really tedious as did having to fire up the desktop computer and come online to correct the formatting.

No love, me.

Adding insult to injury, there is a Blackberry ad at the top of the screen as I correct this long after I should have been in bed.
the_goren_show: (musing)
Spotted on another's LJ and since I'm not writing much else other than entries as of late (which is progress actually) I decided to take on this meme.

Leave a comment saying, "IT’S TASTING TIME!" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.

[livejournal.com profile] ecosopher passed along these five words:  Breeze, car, cats, cold, inside.

Breeze:  Whenever I think of breezes, this piece of music by Leonard Cohen comes to mind.  But there are breezes I like better, a certain kind of breeze that makes living through a Canadian winter a stone's throw from the Rocky Mountains bearable.  I am of course talking about our chinooks.  In essence, a chinook happens when the winds blow from the west drying out as they cross the mountains and gain heat as they come down the east face of the Rockies.  A good blustery chinook wind can make the temperature go from -20 C to +10 C (or more) over night.  There is a cloud phenomena associated with this which we call a chinook arch and it is both unmistakable and unforgettable. 


A chinook arch over Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
The original file of this image can be found here with the accompanying permission to share the image.

Car:  I have owned many clunkers in my time, all American made from 1980-1988 model years.  The one I have now is a 1997 Nissan Maxima that was loaded to the gills, including heated leather seats which are just about the best invention since central air conditioning.  The Maxima, hereafter known as Max, was in such good shape when I bought it that no one believed it was a ten year old car.  The oddest comment I got when I told one of my friends I was considering buying a Nissan was "Isn't that a little Japanese for you?"  This tells you how bad my bias towards North American cars was before Max.  Max is a character in my life in the way many people are - he has his peccadilloes and keeps me on my toes (and away from the cigarette lighter).  Recently, I took a small thump to the bumper and I haven't been a very confident driver which worries and irks me as public transit in this city is enough to make a person homicidal.  Mr. Max has been my escape and I hope I get the feeling of safety back before summer so I can go on a few day long road trips to save my sanity.

Cats:  What can I say about cats?  I love the contrary little critters, I live with two of them who are convinced that they own the apartment and everything in it below the doorknobs, including the humans.  There is something infinitely comforting about opening the apartment door and having two little faces looking up at you - even if they are only there because they expect you to provide them treats.  The slender back Oriental is a little momma who likes to curl up behind my neck on the sofa and groom my hair into new and alarming shapes.  The chubby tortie never fails to put her stubby little paw in the absolute worst place when she jumps onto my lap for loving, leading to general hilarity from anyone else in the room.  I'm their person and I made a promise to look after them when they were rescued from the pound and I will keep that promise.  Anything else would be inhuman.

Cold:  I'm Canadian, so I have a love/hate relationship with cold weather.  It wouldn't be winter without the cold but does it have to last so long?  As noted above in 'breeze', in my neck of the woods it's the wind that will kill you with kindness.  I admit that as a Canadian it blows my mind when an inch of snow shuts some US city or state right down.  Cold and winter is just so much a part of life here that I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the notion that it isn't that way everywhere in the world.  A week or so ago, we got a foot of snow in about 12 hours here and life and the snowfall went on with little notice from the national media but when the same thing happened down east, everyone in the Canadian media went batshit insane over Snowmageddon.  The good thing about cold weather in winter is curling up with a book, a cuppa something, a cat if they are so inclined, a significant other if they are so inclined and just whiling away the hours.  If you can't beat it, you might as well just hibernate until its safe to pop your nose outside again.

Inside:  This is where I live my life, inside my head with my thoughts, which is not always a good thing.  I'm just as happy lying on the sofa with a cat licking the hair on the back of my head into new patterns as I am with going out to mingle with people.  Hell, I'm happier living life inside my head.  My head muses aren't going to find new and unexpected ways to shred what few tangles of innocence I'm desperately clinging to in order to maintain my sanity.  The person I am when I'm out in the world is, as most of us are, an avatar of this person I think I may be inside.  Too often for me, the avatar or mask I wear in my day to day interactions is built to disguise the type of person I am inside like a turtle wears its shell.  I trust few people enough to remove the masks.

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It's Wednesday (Link for title description.) and well, turns out I did something very wrong and something very right according to the world.

I think they were both somethings right but I've been wrong before.

The something wrong I did involved an event at work.  I simply forgot I wasn't supposed to do certain things for the residents due to liability issues and when a board member learned of it, reprimanded me in a friendly manner.  Okay, I get it, don't do that anymore.  I won't.  Or at least if I do, I will swear the person to secrecy and never mention it myself but it's more a case of I won't because I managed to ruin a $125 pair of wool pants in the helping.  I am not made of money and will avoid any situation where I have to ruin another pair of pants that are worth more than a days work brings in to the bank.

The something right involved the inimitable Mr. Max who I am sure is a Wednesday car.  Johnny Cash in the link has it about right I think and in the end, after spending time on Google to make sure I could do it - even though I've done it a hundred times in the past with other cars and this one too just on the opposite headlight - I was able to conquer my anxiety and change the damn headlight that went the other morning.  In a WalMart parking lot, in my suit I changed the headlamp because I realized if I was bold enough to go to WalMart in a three piece suit, I could damn well change the headlight.

I'm still battling the urge to just give in to the depression waiting in the wings to consume me.  It's a moment to moment thing and I'm constantly looking for distraction to keep from going under.  Last night it was YouTube videos, today it's been thinking about the CRTC (Canadian Radio-television and Telecommunications Commission) and the way the Canadian government keeps reversing or overriding decisions it makes. 

Cut for Canadian Content... *snerks* )

Read more... )

This isn't to say that I don't see where the big boys are coming from.  The nature of the internet is changing and not everyone is as text based as I am in my net wanderings.  (I'm also one of the few people who NEVER goes over his plan for cell phone minutes - unless you're bleeding, dying, or stranded drunk somewhere, email me - I don't even have a land line anymore!)  Netflix alone must give the big boys bandwidth nightmares.  Anyways, that's all pretty tl:dr so if you want to hear an intelligently thoughtful rant on it go here and scroll down to the bottom to listen to George Stroumboulopoulos outline it pretty succinctly.

Alright, enough rambling for Wednesday.  Time to prepare for Thursday.


the_goren_show: (serious muse)
And life goes on but it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

Work was work.  More plumbing emergencies, more emergency entries to suites, more yelling at the stressed guy behind the counter who is starting to think that going back to guarding gravel pits is an acceptable career option.

Max blew a headlight this morning in the -30 temperature.  I have already gone and bought the replacement but can't bring myself to try changing it.  Just thinking about attempting it sets my anxiety into overdrive as anything involved with the car seems to just right now.

I'm about ready to find a sanitarium and rent myself a room.
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After a terminally serial fail set of LJ cut fails, I'm just going to retry this entry all together.  Apologies to anyone who was lost in the initial ramble.

I actually had answered this question as one of the first entries I made in this journal.  It made sense to me to explain it at the time, though I can't be sure why I felt the need.  I'm not always sure I understand my motivations for anything, even when I think I understand them.  I'm going to (carefully) copy the original explanation in this post under a cut and pray it doesn't end up as messed up as the last time I tried to get it to work.

 

By any other name... )



It's little wonder given the relative disaster of his life and mine comparatively that I really identify with him.  There are a lot of places of overlap - enough so that I sometimes wonder just how unique my life really is when it seems as if the writers of this show have reached right into my brain for the character.

I guess we're all just archetypes of one kind or another and that's something scary to contemplate.  Even so, I would never change my journal name.  Hell, I can't even decide to change the colours for the set up, why would I ever want to change my name?
the_goren_show: (purple)
I've only been at work about twenty minutes now and my day is totally ruined and not (solely) because it was -30 C when I left for work.

The first bit of bad news is that my immediate superior in the madhouse that is the company I work for is no longer with the company.  I'm adrift now in dangerous waters without a Deakins to guide or protect me and that means I am very likely to get screwed over in the interim until a new leader can be assigned and dropped in on my head.  The night guy is worried about what is likely to happen here if the company owners (not the brightest stars in the sky) start screwing things up with scheduling and unqualified fill-in people.  I'm not.  I know what will happen.  They will mess things up badly, the condo board will go ballistic and I will end up switching companies again if I decide to stick with this job.  I've seen it happen before, not just here but in the big towers.  For now, I have to hunker down and wait and play the company man - a role I positively suck at by the way.

The second one worries me more... )
One way or another, there will be wank to be had over this crap, there always is.  I'm going to need a drink when I get home.  Maybe two drinks... large drinks.
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Literally.

Last week, I was in a hurry to get the million dollar house checked and forgot to take the key with me, forcing me to return home and pick it up.  Annoyed with myself and distracted by the jackass who lives in the apartment under us (god I wanted to run into him and introduce my fist to his face), I missed the bottom two steps of the carpeted staircase and fell.  I bounced off the radiator, off the steps, dropped the Crackberry and came to rest in a very unnatural position on the landing between the second and third floors.

My first thought wasn't my aching body or twisted limbs, it was for the Crackberry because if I was bleeding in the hallway, no one would come to help.  Once I saw the phone was good (the case had popped off, absorbing the impact and leaving the Torch untouched) I tested all my limbs and other than my left shoulder being borked, I was good.  I went on with my errands for the day and it wasn't until I got home that I realized I hurt like hell.

I was in a sling for a couple of days but it appears I was bruised more than anything - other than embarrassed that I fell down the stairs.  And I was right, not a fucking person opened a door to see if I was okay. Which is probably for the best, I'd have torn someone's head off to make meat tacos.
the_goren_show: (do not want)

I've been thinking in this vein for a couple of weeks now and it disturbs me.  Yes, my thinking can be a little twisty but I tend to do things like obey the law.  Partly, this is because to keep my job I can't be convicted of a criminal offense but it's mostly a fear of failing.  Failure to follow the rules leaves me feeling guilty and I have guilt issues aplenty without piling fresh ones on top.

So, other than the odd turn through the growing up phase where I smoked pot, drank too much, sometimes drove while inebriated, and did other things I'm not very proud of, I'm just about as straight an arrow as they come.  I don't speed through residential areas or playground zones.  I don't text or answer my phone while driving.  I always try to just go along and get along.  But this new development makes me ramble and froth at the mouth so click the cut at your own peril.

Which is why all this pisses me off so much.... )



I think I get why criminals are criminals now.  They are because they can be, because they've never had to or don't care about the people they hurt or the consequences of their actions.  By defending my untraditional family, I will be at risk of becoming a criminal, but you know what, it don't fucking pay to be an honest citizen so why the fuck not.


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