Boring me
My last five days at work were like this: foggy, foggy, foggy, rainy, dull.
Signed a rental agreement. Slept.
Signed up for hydro, because apparently New Westminster has its own system.
Went to see Alexander. I wasn't expecting something fantastic, but I was somehow... not overly interested during the film.
And in an unusual twist on the "accents sound impressive to North Americans", all of the principle characters spoke with an Irish accent, except for Angelina Jolie, in the role of Alexander's mother. She affected some sort of Slavic (possibly Russian) accent for her role. Go fig.
I derived much more enjoyment from the last historical-mythology-as-a-movie with King Arthur from the summertime. Take that for what it's worth. ;)
I had my phone on silent mode while in the theatre, like a good boy, and I got a call from a number that looked familiar, but that I couldn't place. After the movie, I checked my messages and it was, of course, work calling.
"Could you pick up a quick shift tonight?"
So I called them back, and the woman who had called me didn't remember specifically calling me, didn't know which shift I was refering to, and started running through the available work she had.
And here I thought that they had tapped me because of something unique. Bah.
Anyway, after offering (and then having it vetoed by whomever she was with) an outdoors firewatch shift in New Westminster (probably for the best, as there's a God's Wrath rain going on, at least when I rode the SkyTrain back through it), she finally offered me a shift in the pharmacy section of a supermarket from 2200-0600 at a mall where one of my ex-girlfriends was agog at the store that sold nothing but glow-in-the-dark stuff. ;)
So, since I had no sense and nothing better to do, I accepted. That starts in 3.5 hours, and I can't fall asleep. Not that I could sleep for long mind you, but if I think that my usual site is boring, how much worse will it be here? I'll let you know. :)
At my usual site, there have been breakins in the neighbourhood. Not at my building, but at some of the nearby ones. From the methodology, it would appear that the same person is doing it. From the timing, it would appear that he/she is watching the bike patrols from somewhere, then going in when they've headed off, since that leaves some opportunity. That sucks. I'd feel kind of responsible if that was happening to me. :P
Since there's an election with actual tampering going on, will the US rush to the rescue? Wait, it's in the Ukraine, they have no oil, and it's Russia doing the tampering? Er... "we will allow the Ukraine to exercise its sovereignty in this matter." Bastards.
On this (November 24) in 1963, Jack Ruby supposedly shot Lee Harvey Oswald. Shot him a ripping guitar solo, I mean!
Signed a rental agreement. Slept.
Signed up for hydro, because apparently New Westminster has its own system.
Went to see Alexander. I wasn't expecting something fantastic, but I was somehow... not overly interested during the film.
And in an unusual twist on the "accents sound impressive to North Americans", all of the principle characters spoke with an Irish accent, except for Angelina Jolie, in the role of Alexander's mother. She affected some sort of Slavic (possibly Russian) accent for her role. Go fig.
I derived much more enjoyment from the last historical-mythology-as-a-movie with King Arthur from the summertime. Take that for what it's worth. ;)
I had my phone on silent mode while in the theatre, like a good boy, and I got a call from a number that looked familiar, but that I couldn't place. After the movie, I checked my messages and it was, of course, work calling.
"Could you pick up a quick shift tonight?"
So I called them back, and the woman who had called me didn't remember specifically calling me, didn't know which shift I was refering to, and started running through the available work she had.
And here I thought that they had tapped me because of something unique. Bah.
Anyway, after offering (and then having it vetoed by whomever she was with) an outdoors firewatch shift in New Westminster (probably for the best, as there's a God's Wrath rain going on, at least when I rode the SkyTrain back through it), she finally offered me a shift in the pharmacy section of a supermarket from 2200-0600 at a mall where one of my ex-girlfriends was agog at the store that sold nothing but glow-in-the-dark stuff. ;)
So, since I had no sense and nothing better to do, I accepted. That starts in 3.5 hours, and I can't fall asleep. Not that I could sleep for long mind you, but if I think that my usual site is boring, how much worse will it be here? I'll let you know. :)
At my usual site, there have been breakins in the neighbourhood. Not at my building, but at some of the nearby ones. From the methodology, it would appear that the same person is doing it. From the timing, it would appear that he/she is watching the bike patrols from somewhere, then going in when they've headed off, since that leaves some opportunity. That sucks. I'd feel kind of responsible if that was happening to me. :P
Since there's an election with actual tampering going on, will the US rush to the rescue? Wait, it's in the Ukraine, they have no oil, and it's Russia doing the tampering? Er... "we will allow the Ukraine to exercise its sovereignty in this matter." Bastards.
On this (November 24) in 1963, Jack Ruby supposedly shot Lee Harvey Oswald. Shot him a ripping guitar solo, I mean!
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