Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Good old Charles Fort

Did I mention that last week one of the bike patrol guys quit? Without notice or anything?

He came in last night to get his bike and helmet, and to tell us what was what.

Partly he was tired with the company, how they got no support or equipment in a timely manner. How he kept getting screwed about his hours.

And this current situation with the property manager at the site just managed to push it over the edge for him. Being told that if he's in trouble he can't call on the nearest person (me) for backup? Screw that he thought.

He's thinking of applying at my company now. ;)

Polish guy the other night went to sleep within an hour of showing up for work. In the lobby. On the part of the floor that isn't tile, but something that looks vaguely like coarse gravel set in cement. With his head against a steel plate with four bolts sticking out. With his arms stretched sideways and his ankles crossed, looking ready to be crucified.

No, I'm not joking.

And when one of the late working people in my site came down and we heard the elevator chime, we attempted to wake him. And again. And again.

She came by, I bid her good night, she went out the door and was walking away before he stirred.

"I wasn't sleeping!" :P

The Indian guy gets so frustrated at this, so last night he followed the Polish guy on his patrol. Sure enough, Polish guy went into a building (he's only supposed to do exteriors, unless responding to an alarm).

The Indian guy went in and found him sleeping. So he went back out and called him on the phone, and asked where he was.

"I'm behind (building number) and heading for (next building number)."

"Okay, I'm at that building too. Where are you?"

"Oh, I'll be right around."

Two minutes later he comes tearing out of the front door, and smacks right into the waiting Indian guy.

"Why do you lie about sleeping all the time? We know you do it, you even do it right in front of us."

"I wasn't sleeping."

"Man, I've been here for ten minutes and I SAW you sleeping in there."

"Impossible, I only got here two minutes ago and just ran in to use the washroom."

Nice to see that revisionist history is alive and well, eh? :)

And now a page of amusing weirdness:

A lorry had shed its load all over the M6. According to its manifest the lorry had been filled with sheets of corrugated iron, although the two police patrolmen were having difficult in accepting this.

"So what I want to know is, where did all the fish come from?" asked the sergeant.

"I told you. They fell from the sky. One minutes I'm driving along at sixty, next second, whap!, a twelve-pound salmon smashes through the windscreen. So I pull the wheel over, and I skidded on that," he pointed to the remains of a hammerhead shark under the lorry, "and ran into that." That was a thirty-foot high heap of fish, of different shapes and sizes.

"Have you been drinking, sir?" asked the sergeant, less than hopefully?

"Course I haven't been drinking, you great wazzock. You can see the fish, can't you?"

On top of the pile a rather large octopus waved a languid tentacle at them. The sergeant resisted the temptation to wave back.

The police constable was leaning into the police car, talking on the radio. "... corrugated iron and fish, blocking off the southbound M6 about half a mile north of junction ten. We're going to have to close off the whole southbound carriageway. Yeah."

The rain redoubled. A small trout, which had miraculously survived the fall, gamely began to swim towards Birmingham.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

My head is almost cold

Current update on whatever the hell is going on at work - one of the bike patrol guys quit.

I can't say for sure if it's because of the situation, or he just found something better, but I do know that he did it about five hours before his shift started.

As I was the last person to work with him, all of the other guys were waiting for me at the site to find out what happened, and of course I was as surprised as anybody.

And that's it, really. :P

Also, last night the Polish guy phoned me when I was doing rounds.

"Hey man, [the Romanian] said that there were a bunch of surplus cell phones in one of your offices."

"Er, yes. Why?"

"Oh, well the battery on my phone is screwed up and even when fully charged won't let me talk for more than twenty minutes, so I was wondering if I could look through the batteries they have in there."

"Uh, you can't have any of them, you realize."

"Why not?"

"Because they're all owned, and they aren't the ones with a screwed up battery. How would it even be close to being right if I let you swipe a good battery and leave them a crap one?"

"They can afford it."

"See you later."

Sheesh.

And then when I got out there, the Romanian was saying "Hey man, can we go in and have a look at those cell phones?"

What a pack of thieves. :P

Hot chocolate, pens, staplers (really)... and anything else that doesn't seem to be nailed down.

Man, I'm glad they don't have access to my site.

I got a haircut. As usual, I hate getting it done, but I'm always glad once I've got it.

Not that there's much in the way of style, although the stylist always tries. About the best I can hope for after a haircut is shorter hair. A fair trade.

Also, I've been attempting to shift the debris in my place around, for no particular reason. And I find that I just don't really care how my digs look. Although I tend for extremes - either stacks and stacks of boxes with narrow you've-got-to-squeeze-sideways passages through them, or maximum bare floor.

As I have a fair thwack of stuff, guess which mode I usually end up in?

Clearly I need someone to boss me around so that a happy balance can be found. Not that I respond well to bossing, mind you. But an artful nudge at the right time would probably work.

Any volunteers?

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Petty, petty man.

Whee.

When one of the bike patrol guys' shift was over at 0600 and he went home, the other bike patrol guy (Polish guy) got a radio call from his dispatch at 0605. I know this, because from my behind-the-glass prison, I could hear the high volume echoing through the building.

So I went to check it out, because I'm the only guy that usually has a radio.

And what do you know? The property manager, having had me barred from common areas, appears to have gone on to call the other security company and complained that their guys were talking to me. So as of 0605 this morning, they don't get to talk to me. Lovely.

They see a guy smashing stuff up in my area, or armed thugs prowling around... they can't warn me.

And through the glass I see someone running amuck in the common areas? They don't get to receive my call advising them.

Specific orders: note it on your report and be done with it.

Unbefuckinglievable.

Which is interesting, because I had a couple of women from my site come to the front of the reception area and bang on the glass to get my attention. I went around and out, and they said "I don't know if you know this, but there's a security guy, we don't know if he's with you or what, in the back hallway with a bike and he's crouched over and facing the wall. He says he's warming his toes, so we're like ooooookaaaaaay and moved on."

Sheesh.

So I explained that no, he had nothing to do with me. No, I can't go and ask him to move even though it freaks you out. No, I'm not allowed to go out into the common areas or even speak to him.

Yes, I agree it's stupid, but that's our instructions. If you have any comments or concerns, I encourage you to email (appropriate person).

Yeah, I don't look like clownshoes. :P

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Hip hop heron redux

Jinx!

JinxjinxjinxjinxjinxJINX!

I had a nap before work. And I had my spaceship pilot dream. This of course consists of dextrously hitting huge panels of buttons in bewildering sequence to achieve a particular effect.

Of course, in reality I was just repeatedly smacking my snooze button, and the time was already past when I should have left for work, and I hadn't showered or shaved or anything. Bah.

So I showered, skipped the shave but brushed my teeth, and caught a cab. Expensive, but better than being late.

I show up for work, and the S/S is there. He says hi, we shoot the bull for a bit, mention The Sleeper's odd behavior from the other night... and the S/S asks "Have you seen this?" as he tosses a couple of pieces of paper at me. One comes close, the other not. I pick up the close one.

It's a list of the winners of a raffle to give away from computers. No notable names on it.

"No, this one," he says, and hands me the other paper.

Background information:

The buildings that the bike patrol guys do all used to be done by my company. Seven buildings, multiple security officers, coordinated effect.

Then my company was looking to move its own office into larger digs, and one of the buildings on this site looked good. But on the expensive side.

Eventually my company chose a different location to move the offices to, and it apparently was a problem for the property manager at my location (this was all a few years ago - before my time with this company). He cancelled the security contract with us, and went with another company.

But a tenant in one of the buildings had liked us well enough that they chose to keep us on as their own security. And that's my site. It's three floors in a double building.

Also housed in this building are two floors and an outbuilding for a major surveying and resource-exploration company, and the property manager with which my company had the falling out.

Now, the vice president of this property management company is a good guy. I see him on occasion, and he always makes a point of coming out to talk to us (guys from both security companies) and asking how we are, how the shifts have gone, any problems we'd like to mention... stuff like that.

And he mentions how glad he is that we work together for the common good. You know, feel-good stuff to say to those way under you in the hierarchy.

But the actual property manager guy that we had the problem with, he's been coming in a bit more often on my shift. In response to my "Good morning" I get a grunt. But if one of the bike patrol guys happens to be there, even if he's never met him, they get a big smile and a "Hello! How are you doing?".

No problem.

Meanwhile, back at that piece of paper...

It's an email from this property manager to my company's liason at the site. Basically it says that he's noticed their security guy (me) has been posting himself near the front door lately and greeting people as they come in. (Actually, it's been for close to three solid months - way to keep up to date)

And he goes on to say that while this may appear to be a good thing (at which point he puts "safety in numbers" in parentheses), that this is confusing to people as they are sometimes confronted (not my choice of words, but okay) by two different security guards.

This is confusing (he says) because how will people know who to go to if there's a problem?

Therefore, he asks that I be restrained to specifically site areas and not be seen in common areas. I can watch the front door through a window, if I like. Arrogant prick.

Also, do you remember the receptionist that parked in the emergency lane in front of the outlets for the firehoses? It can be found here if you're inclined to remind yourself.

Well, she went and told this hostile property manager that I admonished her for parking there for a few minutes. This is not the channel that she's supposed to take - she went clean outside the company.

Not unlike me tattling on her to the guys in the mailroom because of her improper use of a letter opener so that she never receives correspondance again. Know what I mean?

So that was included in this email too - that I'm overstepping my mandate by dealing with the fire lane.

Note that I was off shift, and out of my uniform. I wasn't being a guard, I was being me. Same as I'd do if I'd just happened to walk by and see such.

Yes, I'd have to write it in my notebook, since she parked there when I was on shift, but it never appeared on any report.

Anyway, the reply from our liason: "This was not a result of any instructions from me - I'll see that all of this is stopped immediately. Thanks for the information."

Bah.

So I sat in the cafeteria just behind the door that I have to open about three dozen times each morning for people that forget their magkeys. If a bike patrol guy happens to be out in the lobby, he phones me and lets me know there are people that need to be let in.

If he's not there, they just have to wait until someone who has a key comes along and lets them into work.

And when they would walk in and see me sitting there, they'd ask (not angrily, but puzzled) "How come you're not outside?" I'd say "I'm not allowed out there anymore" and let them read the email.

If they asked further questions, I encouraged them to email my liason. What else can I do? I don't want the hundreds of people I see each morning who've grown used to me being there and able to grease them in, or take their guests up to their offices so they don't have to be down waiting for them while they've got work to do to think that I'm just slacking off. Better they know that it's not my idea, right?

The property manager came by this morning right before I went off shift, and I was sitting in reception behind some windows. For the first time I've seen, he went and had a long and friendly conversation with the Polish bike patrol guy. And I caught him smirking at me through the glass a few times.

After he left, the Polish guy gestured for me to open the door and let him in. I did, and sure enough the property manager had been gloating over how I'm not allowed to be out there anymore, et cetera.

A few of the people I usually let in went over to him and asked about it too.

This seems astonishingly petty to me. I'm incidental, this is all about some longstanding feud and I'm just a checker that someone blocked.

It's not often I find someone even more immature than myself. Lame.

Hip hop heron

First off, I'm not really home at the time this is being posted. I'm pushing the date forward so I don't mix posts. :P

Strange bookends on the day, yesterday. Going to work, I had a bunch of people get on the SkyTrain on the stop after me, and they sat and stood nearby.

One young guy was going on and on about the hiphop scene in Toronto, comparing it to here. He was lamenting that here when he freestyles, nobody pays any attention, but back in Toronto (he says) people would stop and join in.

A girl he was talking to said she liked to rap too. He asked her to do some, and she said "I will if you will." So he did.

It was canned, not improvised. And it wasn't that good. Just because you're from Halifax (he said this later) doesn't mean you're supposed to sound like some guy from Detroit in the movies. Which he didn't, but he busted out all the slang and it was ridiculous. Word to Big Bird, homie.

And I know why nobody pays him any attention here. Bah.

Anyway, when he was done the girl started up. Her rhyme was much better, both in content and delivery, but it was obviously memorized too.

Not that I have anything against memorizing, but that ain't freestyling, IMHO.

So that was just before work. And the close of the day, after work?

I nearly got clocked by a crane. Or a heron. I kid you not.

We spotted this thing in early January. It just sort of perches motionless in this rusty runoff stream near the site, and does nothing. It's not fishing, so I don't know why it's in the water. Maybe so nothing sneaks up on it.

Anyway, some atrophied hunting sense must have come to the fore, because I stopped short my walk and sort of half ducked.

And THRUM THRUM THRUM this big-ass thing goes ripping by (so it seemed) just about where I was. And what was the first thought that went through my mind?

"Jesus, that's a big bug!"

Well, I don't usually have to dodge birds. :P

I relieved The Sleeper again. But something was different this time. Normally, the second I walk into the office he's shouldered his bag and is walking out. There's no talk between us, and I'm lucky to get a response to my "Hi".

But this time he saw me and dropped his bag. And he said "Hi" first.

It seems innocuous, I know, but it's really really weird behavior coming from him. He also had a semi-confrontational stance, at least for him.

"Hi," I said back, "how did you make out today?"

Meaning, of course, "how are you" without asking it, because he's forbidden me to ask that. Also was just a greeting, meant nothing.

"Fine," he said, and started wiggling his head from side to side for emphasis, "how did you make out?"

Uh... "good!" I said.

He hadn't moved, so I slid past him and dropped my bag on my desk. I started to unpack my uniform and such, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he hadn't moved, and was in fact staring at me. Then...

"So, did you get a good sleep today?"

What?

"Not really," I said.

And he laughed! Not as a comrade, but kind of a knowing snicker at the misfortune of others kind of laugh.

So I said "Something funny?"

He said "I asked you if you got a good sleep today, and you said no. I find that funny. Although you, not having had a good sleep, wouldn't. Bye."

And off he went.

What the hell just happened?!

I know this doesn't come across as much, but the guy is, in his own way, crazier than a shithouse rat. :P

The Romanian had a surprise inspection about two hours before I showed up too. He resented it, but only after the fact did he vent. And what did the guy harp on him about? His laziness? Nope. Sleeping on the job? Nope.

His socks.

He was wearing white socks, which we're not supposed to wear. Oh, and because as he wrote an entry on his report with a time slightly different from the watch on his supervisor's watch, the guy accused him of "falsifying records".

Don't think I didn't hear about this all night. :P

The Polish guy was on too. He'd taken a day off over the weekend to go to a judo tournament. I bet the Indian guy big money that he'd come back limping or wincing theatrically as he moved, so that he could tell us about some catastrophic injury that was dealing with on his own.

And sure enough, Hop-a-long came limping in claiming to have a broken ankle and several broken toes. No doctor visit for him, of course. Just some ibuprofen (spelled right?) and that's it.

You know, I'm pretty sure that at major martial arts tournaments they have doctors.

And the funny part was, when he was unaware that someone was watching, his gait seemed much smoother and limp free. Sigh.

There was an incredible burst of snow here during the night. It started as hail, shifted into such fine light powder that it seemed like rain you can see but can't feel, then the snow started. It quickly turned into gigantic cottony flakes, like something from a Disney Christmas movie. You know, flakes big and furry enough to wrap around yourself like an afghan.

Then it stopped, the temperature dropped, and everything was slick. And the piss poor drivers who think that the coefficient of friction remains a constant regardless of road conditions played demolition derby.

Makes me glad I take transit rather than drive myself.

Lots more people at work seem to know me by name. But it's all good now, because even if it's for some nefarious reason (mwah hah hah hah) they go out of their way to find me and say good morning, sometimes. And I'm unused to that, but it's not really a bad feeling.

I wonder what will happen tonight? There, hopefully that jinxed it so that it's an uneventful night. Or else it may be something like this. ;)

Monday, February 14, 2005

Obligatory VD post. Get yer shots

She,
on whose breasts great renown is inscribed, battling in the vasty realms of dust and gassy lore, blunted mad attacks.

She,
brave-parting a tide of grotesques, consumed the five kinds of living dead in still-glowing holy heat.

She,
embracer of men and of just cause, ferocity knowing her body well, voyaged on to place immutable - though wearied, fevered still in ardor for humanity's pearl palaces.

She,
whose story spreads across cultures of the folk, burns still, and slithers through the tick of time, and contortions of ur-space.

She,
stern defender of the pearl palace, quitted her animation and now dwells in the tangle of time where eternity abides. Her bodily form evaded, sole supreme sovereignty meditates in event-spun drifts, bowel-deep, flecked by delicious tongues of ur-history and omega-future.

She, is as was and does as did, scent-laden, fleshy-full, as is written and shall be rendered forth in the restoration to come.

She,
shall rise as shall we all who plunge inward to the lair and library. Fullness of great duration, is now and ever shall be.


Or, if that's too silly/lame for you:


Wheresoever she is, there is Eden.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

LOL @ tacos in England

Well, the Sleeper appears to be fully recovered, because he's back to his old grumpy self.

I want to take one, or possibly two shifts off sometime in March, and since I know that he's booked a couple of weeks off that same month, I didn't want our time away to overlap since that would mean having a bunch of site-untrained temp guys floating around when we've quite got our hands full with the boss that watches tv, the grump who sleeps, and the FNG that doesn't do squat. And me. ;)

So when I went in to relieve him at about a quarter to midnight on Saturday, I asked him "I know you told me before, but I've forgotten. What day in March do you start your vacation again?"

As he turns to leave and walk out the door, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

Uh... in the time it took you to say that, you could have told me the day, jerkface.

The Polish guy had booked off that night, and the Indian guy came to take his place. He was eager to, because it meant he got to work with the Romanian (who he trained for one day eight+ months ago and hasn't worked with since). He was eager to, because he's been greatly amused by the stories that I, the Polish guy, and the unremarkable-bike-patrol-guy-whom-I-have-no-stories-of have told him. ;)

Hmmm, that last guy needs a shorter name. Moving on...

Well, the Romanian didn't technically launch into any tirades, although every time he mentioned China the Indian guy caught my eye, grinned, and leaned forward to hear the rest. The night's conversation barely touched on aliens, government suppressed ice melting, Jewish infiltration of media and financial institutions, or any of the usual fare. But it was enough to amuse the Indian guy. :)

Also, the Romanian's legendary Aura of Laziness (tm) affected him as well. He found himself lethargic and unable to barely do half of the patrols he'd normally do during such a shift. He was amazed. :)

Also, we had another weigh-off, since the Romanian was complaining (in good humour) about me having called him a fatass the other day. And wouldn't you know it, he'd put on weight the previous day. For a guy who earlier in the evening complained about how hungry he was, and how he didn't have time to eat, he certainly remembered eating an awful lot of pasta and drinking several litres of beveridge all of a sudden...

Indian guy still beats us both, he's got ten kilos on me. And I went on with as much gear as I could sneak, and subtly pushed down on the scale to increase the weight. Sadly, he saw through my subterfuge but was happy to let me keep the gear on, since a couple of extra kg wasn't going to win it for me. :P

It also transpired last night that the Romanian likes Calgary, and Alberta as a whole. He feels the people there are to be aspired to.

Make of that what you will. :P

Saturday, February 12, 2005

I did my work, now I GOTS to get paid!

Wow, what a day. Someday I'm going to have to try this sleep things I've heard so much about. Apparently it's popular.

I'm not usually at the site when there are much in the way of employees present, but that wasn't the case this time. And when they saw it was me instead of the S/S, I got big smiles, calls to come over and have food, and just generally hang out.

Hmmm, if I beat the S/S in mortal combat do I get to take his place on that shift? ;)

Anyway, I mentioned to the Romanian that the Indian guy and I were arguing about which of us weighed more. I thought I was a shoe-in because I'm taller than him, although not as broad across.

Still, I thought I had the advantage on him. So we went to the old scale at the back. He beat me by ten kilograms! Damn dude!

These jackets hide a lot, apparently.

The Romanian was then telling me he only weighed 187, and was pissed off to discover that he was in fact 198. So he was heavier than me too. Don't think I didn't milk the "fatass" jokes for the rest of the night. ;)

As I came home in the morning, I saw a girl waiting on the SkyTrain platform. She had a jacket on pulled tight over gigantic conical breasts, and then it tighted immediately underneath them. The jacket was shiny blue, and she had a smile/expression on her face like she'd just had an orgasm. She was smiling around at people, the station, concrete blocks... it was weird.

Then on the way to work that night, I saw a girl with the skinniest legs I've ever seen in a pair of jeans. I thought the heroin-thin look was out. :P

Have you ever bought somebody a little something, and given them super-easy clues as to what it was, and they still don't manage to figure it out? And you've done everything but write what it is on a piece of paper and wave it in front of their nose?

Thank God for that sweet ass. ;)

Friday, February 11, 2005

I spend more time awake at work than anywhere else. Cry for me.

So when I got paid last week, the amount was wrong. But I didn't know what exactly had gone wrong until my pay stub showed up in the mail on Wednesday.

It seems that somehow the 104 hours I'd worked the previous two weeks got paid as straight time, rather than having the overtime calculated in.

Bastards.

So I went in after work Thursday morning and of course there were no payroll staff in, so I just filled out a report on it and hope that they rectify it for the next cheque.

Of course, this pay period is going to be a duplicate of the last one, as when I got to work last night my S/S asked if I'd cover his shift for him eight hours after the one I was just starting finished.

Does that make sense? Sure it does. Deal with it.

So assuming they pay me properly this time, and include the missed overtime pay from the last pay period, I ought to be getting straight pay for 136 hours on the next cheque. I hope I don't have to fight for it. :P

At least it's going to a good cause. ;)

In other news, at work I stole a car. Yup.

It was the evening after Chinese New Year. Gung Hay Fat Choy to all you cocks... er, roosters out there.

Anyway, I gave the Indian guy and the Polish guy each one of those hollow cookies that look like a dessert version of the straws you use to drink slushes (that's Canadian for slurpee, in case you thought we cleaned the winter streets like animals) and a lucky candy each.

The Polish guy thanked me and said there was a chocolate bar waiting for me on the table. I thanked him, and went off to finish my patrol before eating it. I have to wear a white shirt, and I certainly don't need to get chocolate on it while wandering around in the dark.

When I came back, the Indian guy was gone and the Polish guy asked me to let him into the atrium to fill up his water bottle. As he came in, he mentioned that the other guy had eaten my chocolate bar.

"What?!" I asked.

Apparently he just walked by, saw it sitting there, and inhaled it without breaking stride.

I went out to see for myself, and sure enough it was gone. But you know what wasn't gone? His car keys, sitting on the same table. ;)

So I grabbed them, ran down to P1, and drove his car down to P2 and 180 degrees around from where it was originally.

Then I replaced his keys.

Time passes, and I'm on another patrol. My site phone rings.

"Security."

"Hey man, someone stole my car out of the parkade!"

lol

"Yeah right, nice try dude. Do more reasonable lies if you want people to believe you."

"Man, what should I do? Call 911?"

"Good idea."

"Come out and see!"

"When I'm done my patrol, you big liar."

So after about fifteen minutes I went out, and he was pacing the lobby.

"Man, it's gone! Where is my car?!"

"Where's my chocolate bar?"

Pause...

He laughs his ass off, and points to his stomach. He's got a good sense of humour. :)

A lot of people in my building have been asking me what sort of hours I work, since they seem to see me all the time. And they ask what all's involved in being security.

Of course, many of them want to hear a story with a little bit of excitement, preferably involving the site, and luckily I have a couple. They shiver appreciatively, and go off with big smiles. It's kind of cute. ;)

If you've read this blog for a while, or care to go back to December, you'll know that the site I work at laid off a bunch of people, and closed many of the other locations across Canada.

Well, now there's a large room in my building that's stuffed with computers brought back from those places. And some of them are set to be raffled off.

They're all from Dell, and I don't know exactly what they are, but I don't want any. However, I would be interested in winning one of the laptops if they raffle those. They've had a few raffles since I've been there, but I've never entered. But I know someone who'd probably be happy with a laptop, so I'm going to see if I can't get in on this. :)

Hmmmm, I have to leave for work in 4.5 hours, I haven't slept, haven't eaten, haven't showered, and feel wide awake.

I hope somebody appreciates this. :P

Oh, and I got my first power bill since moving into this place. Ready for it?

For December and January, I used a whopping 294 kilowatt hours of juice. Lord, where am I going to find the $25.05 to pay off these two months worth of power?

Ha ha to all of you that thought there was something weird about me turning off the lights behind myself. ;)

Man, do I ever want a Funker-Hearse!

And check out this primer for the birds and the bees with the translated title of "young person's sexual song-with-animal-legs".

A link for someone in particular, but you can look at it too: Disturbing Auctions

And something I stole from my favourite author's site.

This is a quote from Senator Tom Coburn of Oklahoma (R), the doctor who sterilized a patient without her knowledge when she was 18, and who has said that doctors who perform abortions should get the death penalty. Meanwhile, in talking about those worthless class action lawsuits:

"I immediately thought about silicone breast implants and the legal wrangling and the class-action suits off that. And I thought I would just share with you what science says today about silicone breast implants. If you have them, you're healthier than if you don't. That is what the ultimate science shows. In fact, there's no science that shows that silicone breast implants are detrimental and, in fact, they make you healthier."

Gah.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Nothing to see here, move along

It's been a quiet week. Needless to say, I haven't worked with the Romanian since my last post. ;)

About the only new thing since then was I found a Krispy Kreme doughnut left over in a box after some sort of office shindig, so I tried it. First time.

Not bad, but I don't see what all the fuss is about.

No, it wasn't hot, and no, it wasn't fresh (although bought that day) even though a Tim's doughnut would have started to dry out by then. Clearly there are some odd chemicals at work in these things, unless it's just the 90% sugar content. :P

I was going to include a wee bit of something to read in this post, since it's actually down to a certain other prolific blogger's preferred size, but I'm too lazy to find something worth typing in.

So there!

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Adulations of love from a dumbass

Nothing interesting happened at work last night. Even the Romanian was quiet.

Well, until I baited him. ;)

Although I appear to have misplaced it, I read that ten of the eastern European countries are going to launch an intensive effort (read: invest money) in bringing the standard of living up for Gypsies in their respective countries.

Gypsies make up something like 4% of the population, but their standard of living is waaaaaaay down, apparently.

The Romanian hates Gypsies, btw. Are you surprised? Didn't think so.

I found that out when I remembered that Gypsies are often called Romani, so I suggested the link to him and said he was a Gypsy. Apparently I touched a nerve.

Watching his face, you would have thought it was the greatest insult ever!

I should note that in my ignorance, when I think of Gypsies I think of beautiful dark-haired men and women, isolated wagons in forest clearing with the mist clinging to the branches, crystal balls (his writing events in his report before they happened lended itself to this) and so on.

Clearly he feels differently.

Anyway, it's Romania that's spearheading the campaign. So I told him about it.

Man, he was pissed.

That set him off about how Hitler should have finished the Gypsies off in the ovens, along with turning the rest of the thieving Jews into soap. After this familiar tirade, he veered off into the subject of politicians (he hates them all), the Canadian military (bunch of pussies that nobody respects), before eventually landing on the subject of.... China. Sigh.

No really good nuggets to report though. Just the usual.

I saw a massive hawk fly low over the building this morning though. That's a brave bird, as the 100000 crows were out flying.

As I was climbing the steps up to the SkyTrain station, I noticed a guy ahead of me wearing a jacket from my company. Not having anything better to do, I showed him my license and card that indicates I'm with the same company, and asked him where his site was.

He told me, but I didn't really recognise why he was at this station. We were in Burnaby, and he had been out guarding empty houses on the hillside in North Vancouver that had been evacuated during the recent flooding.

So I asked him for his callsign, and then I knew him. ;)

Anyway, for the next five minutes in the station, and the next twenty minutes in the train, he regaled me with all of the scams a guard can pull to do sweet bugger all and get paid. How to sleep. Who sleeps. Easy sites to work for, and hard sites to work for. How to slack off and not get caught. Et cetera.

Gosh, what a noble profession I've found myself in. Clearly I've been hopelessly naive. Bah.

Since this blog entry is not long enough (especially for Jay's tastes :P ), I'm going to end it with a little bit from a book I read a while back. Take it for what it's worth:


In the taxi on the way to the airport, Wednesday turned to Shadow. "What the hell was that business with the ten dollars about?"

"You shortchanged her. It comes out of her wages if she's short."

"What the hell do you care?" Wednesday seemed genuinely irate.

Shadow thought for a moment. Then he said, "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to do it to me. She hadn't done anything wrong."

"No?" Wednesday stared off into the middle distance, and said, "When she was seven years old she shut a kitten in a closet. She listened to it mew for several days. When it ceased to mew, she took it out of the closet, put it into a shoebox, and buried it in the backyard. She wanted to bury something. She consistently steals from everywhere she works. Small amounts usually. Last year she visited her grandmother in the nursing home to which the old woman is confined. She took an antique gold watch from her grandmother's bedside table, and then went prowling through several of the other rooms, stealing small quantities of money and personal effects from the twilight folk in their golden years. When she got home she did not know what do with her spoils, scared someone would come after her, so she threw everything away except the cash."

"I get the idea," said Shadow.

"She also has asymptomatic gonorrhea," said Wednesday. "She suspects she might be infected but does nothing about it. When her last boyfriend accused her of having given him a disease she was hurt, offended, and refused to see him again."

"This isn't necessary," said Shadow. "I said I get the idea. You could do this to anyone, couldn't you? Tell me bad things about them."

"Of course," agreed Wednesday. "They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive."

"And that makes it okay for you to steal ten bucks from her?"

Wednesday paid the taxi and the two men walked into the airport, wandered up to their gaate. Boarding had not yet begun. Wednesday said, "What the hell else can I do? They don't sacrifice rams or bulls to me. They don't send me the souls of killers and slaves, gallows-hung and raven-picked. They made me. They forgot me. Now I take a little back from them. Isn't that fair?"

"My mom used to say, `Lifeisn't fair,' " said Shadow.

"Of course she did," said Wednesday. "It's one of those things that moms say, right up there with `If all your friends jumped off a cliff would you do it too?' "

"You stiffed that girl for ten bucks, I slipped her ten bucks," said Shadow, doggedly. "It was the right thing to do."

Someone announced that their plane was boarding. Wednesday stood up. "May your choices always be so clear," he said.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Want me to hit you with my VGS?

Voodoo Gimp Stick... LIVES!

I'll tell you, when I set the time aside this weekend I didn't think it would take this long, or make quite this much of a mess.

You see, I went back to my old computer and wanted to pop out the old power supply. And then I noticed how dusty it was inside.

This isn't unusual, and usually I just blow it out with some air, but this time I thought I'd go full pull and take everything out and give it a good cleaning.

Eep.

You know that saying "There was enough hair in there to build another cat"? Well, if there was something useful that you could build out of dirty dust laced with fibers, I could have made a sizeable one. :P

Anyway, that all done I slapped my parts back together, except for the ones that were being replaced.

And since I had this new hard drive, I figured it should be the boot. Reasonable, right?

Has it always taken this long to install windows? I mean, I know the answer is yet but goddamn it!

The power supply is weird too. Whisper quiet, but I can occasionally hear the fan throttling up and down.

But I can play Generals again. It's a good thing (tm).

Now that it's done though, I have to wonder how I managed to cover my entire floor with parts. Parts of old machines, cables I'll never use again (15' null modem cable, anybody?) discs, etc.

Too bad this stuff doesn't degrade, so I'll have to keep hauling it around until reliable recycling becomes available.

I imagine I'll be replaying all of my games again, so it's lucky I don't sleep anyway. :P

Oh, and thinking you're about to get something, and then having it delayed is possibly the most frustrating thing you can imagine. Luckily, that just makes it all the sweeter when you do get it.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Maybe if we all gang up on him... SHIT! He got better!

I think I'm going to try to finish my world-destroying machine this weekend, assuming I get my day off.

Of course, I have laundry that needs to be laundered, sleep that needs to be slept, and a general major cleanup so that I can do a minor cleanup when I get "the call" and pretend that I do, in fact, not live in a place that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would find homey.

And I'm suddenly inexplicably ravenous for pizza. Hmmm.

As every one of my inventions has had in the past, this one will need a name. Much thanks to One Who Shall Not Be Named At This Point Until They Tell Me It's Okay for steering me to a webcomic that inspired the naming of the latest machine.

Gentlebeings, lesbians, and otaku of all kinds, I give you:

The Voodoo Gimp Stick.

Be afraid. It will beat you down.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

It's not technically anti-American, since Canada is part of North America too ;)

For a change, nothing happened at work that I can even blog about. Unless you prefer mind-numbing tedium described, as opposed to that evoked by actually reading my typical blog entry. :P

Instead, let me say that I'm pretty happy, and looking towards the future both near and distant, and anticipating harmonious joy, unbounded happiness, and frequent washing of bedding. ;)

On to the news:

Canada Lawmakers Craft Gay Marriage Bill

It's going to happen people. Canadians know it, even those few opposed or those that actually believe it will lead to polygamy or somehow lessen their own heterosexual marriages. A quote:

"Canada is a land built on a tradition of equality and respect," [Justice Minister] Cotler said. "It is the responsibility of Parliament to ensure that minority rights are uniform across the country. The government cannot, and should not, pick and choose which rights they will defend and which rights they will ignore."

Well said. Also:

"Cotler noted that seven of Canada's 13 provinces and territories already allow marriage between gays and lesbians, and he said it was time to make the law uniform nationwide. "

To those of you in the US, I've been told that gay marriage was the deciding factor in your recent elections. That's astonishing to me that such a non-issue would influence your vote, instead of things that need to be stopped, and things that need to be started.

You can still get married (or not) just like you always have. Nothing changes, except that some couples who've been unfairly discriminated against merely because they both check the same box in question [ ] Male [ ] Female now get to be treated a little more like you'd expect to be treated.

Oh, and our economy isn't going to tank because of it either.

Although there is something going on in your country that I wanted to bring to your attention:

First Amendment No Big Deal, Students Say

"The original amendment to the Constitution is the cornerstone of the way of life in the United States, promising citizens the freedoms of religion, speech, press and assembly.

Yet, when told of the exact text of the First Amendment, more than one in three high school students said it goes "too far" in the rights it guarantees. Only half of the students said newspapers should be allowed to publish freely without government approval of stories."

And this little gem: "Three in four students said flag burning is illegal. It's not. About half the students said the government can restrict any indecent material on the Internet. It can't."

Wow, lots of Fox viewers in the US, huh?

People, I know you look up here to Canada (up because we're north, not because we're a condescending authority figure to you) and see that by and large we trust our government.

Sure we bitch and complain about it, and we have our little scandals and waste and whatnot, but by and large it's served us pretty well.

Yes, our tax is higher than yours. Yes our infrastructure isn't as good as yours. Note that with a population roughly 1/9 of yours (note that I can use fractions - can you use decimals?) and a country that's a fair bit bigger, not everybody gets wireless high speed internet.

That said, just because trusting our government has worked out pretty well for us, doesn't mean that blindly trusting yours is the way to go. Because yours kind of sucks, and when it sucks it sucks at the catastrophic level.

Television is a great thing. I wouldn't be who I am today without having watched all of those countless hours of Sesame Street and the Polkadot Door, not to mention Babylon 5. But try this little experiment: shut it off. Walk on down to the library. Go pick up a book that talks about history from the past one hundred years or so. And read it.

There's a lot of shit going on right now, and lots of it really is cause and effect.

I know, it sounds like I'm talking crazy. But dig this: none of you know how to make a lightbulb. Most of you wouldn't be able to explain to a child why the sky is blue, or how we know the earth is round (and we knew it before we were up in orbit looking down). Basic, basic stuff.

So is history.

Nobody's expecting you to memorize a bunch of dates, or funny-sounding names, or speak in ye olde englishe. But look and see how things that happened yesterday contribute to what's happening now, and what's going to happen tomorrow.

Which brings me to something written by Christopher Hitchens for the May/June 2001 issue of Mother Jones.

WARNING (especially for Jay)! This is long and there are no pictures to break up the text.

So if you're tired of reading my shit, this would be a good point at which to stop. I mention Jay specifically because she uses the plunger before she flushes, and I use it after I flush, to force gigantic amounts of rambling excrement down your esophagus and into your stomach, which is directly connected to your brain, while the heart pumps blood to the liver, which burns it for fuel. Are we all clear then? Alrighty!

Rogue Nation USA

Quick -- no peeking. Who was the last American to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize?

I try this in front of audiences, including quite "concerned," liberal ones, all the time. It's shocking to hear the enveloping silence that falls. All right -- it was Jody Williams in conjunction with her organization, the International Campaign to Ban Land Mines. Now why is it that so few people know that? It's not as if the American press doesn't print prominent annual coverage of U.S. Nobel laureates, and it's not as if the Peace Prize goes very often to an American citizen.

There are probably two reasons why Ms. Williams is not more famous than she is. The first has to do with the fact that the late Princess Diana sucked up all the available oxygen on the land-mines issue by the simple tactic of staging a couple of photo ops in Bosnia and Angola. The second is that President Bill Clinton did not follow the usual practice of telephoning the winner with his congratulations. Perhaps this reluctance derived partly from the fact that Ms. Williams had publicly called him a "weenie" for refusing to put an American signature on the treaty, which (though it was a great triumph as international agreements go) did look a bit threadbare without the assent of the world's largest exporter of arms. In the end, there was a Clintonian compromise. He belatedly made the call of felicitations. But he didn't sign the treaty.

What was the reason given by the United States for being the holdout country? It was candid enough: We quite like land mines, and may need or choose to employ them. You don't just have to be a very big country to say that. You have to be a very arrogant one.

A small but interesting thing happened in the last year of the Clinton administration. The State Department decided to drop the term rogue state as applied to unpopular or unpleasant regimes, such as those in Libya or North Korea. This was a relief; a serious nation has no business employing cartoonish designations or schoolyard epithets. But one of the reasons for the decision, as I was told in confidence by a person at Foggy Bottom, was that the phrase could be too easily turned around on its author. Time and again, the United States exempts itself from the standards that it applies to others.

This is not a new contradiction. In the late 1970s the U.S. government quite rightly took Iran to the World Court for the crime of diplomatic hostage taking, and secured a judgment in its own favor. A few years later, Nicaragua took the United States to the World Court for the crime of mining its civilian harbors, and secured a judgment in its own favor. On this occasion, Washington refused to recognize the jurisdiction of the court. So it goes.

The word for this might be unilateralism -- a superpower that openly proclaims that it recognizes no interests except its own. The so-called Powell Doctrine, named for Colin Powell himself, states with beautiful simplicity that the United States reserves the right to act only in its own interests, to do so with overwhelming force, and to disregard any tedious legalisms that might stand in its way. (This also exempts the United States from participating in bleeding-heart humanitarian missions it doesn't like.) Currently, a version of the same doctrine is being wheeled out in order to demolish the most important treaty that the United States actually did sign -- the Anti-Ballistic Missile Treaty, forbidding the development of shields such as the Star Wars fantasy. Ah, say the Bush people, we didn't sign that treaty with Russia. We signed it with the Soviet Union! (And they like to mock Clinton's tricky way with words.)

Remember the invasion of Panama in the winter of 1989? A full-scale military operation to apprehend a drug-dealing head of state who had turned sour on his partners in Washington, it was given the grand-sounding title "Operation Just Cause." Reviewing some of the more pathetic justifications offered for this operation, in which young Colin Powell so distinguished himself, my then-colleagues at Harper's came up with the brilliant slogan "Just Cause We Say So."

This fat and superior mentality can be found all over our official rhetoric. Not long ago, Madeleine Albright was asked why the United States imposed diplomatic isolation and economic sanctions on Cuba, but not on the far more repressive People's Republic of China. Her reply, essentially, was that China is a world power whereas Cuba is only a regional nuisance. Regional to whom, one might ask? The unexamined assumption is that something is what it is because a superpower says so. (She might as well have answered that China is a big potential market for American corporations whereas Cuba is not, but that would be making the same point in a different way.)

The United States is a founding and senior member of the United Nations and also its host country, but it doesn't feel like paying its full membership dues. (The current U.S. proposal to pay perhaps half our debt to the U.N. is even more arrogant than the original deadbeat line: As Alfred Rubin, a Tufts University professor of international law, points out, you express more contempt for your obligations if you acknowledge them but say you'll meet them as and when you feel like it.) The United States nonetheless reserves the right to veto U.N. resolutions, to insist on their full implementation, or to ignore them.

Does it make wise use of this luxurious range of choices? In 1994, several smaller states went to the U.N., urgently pleading for a small but decisive increase in the world body's presence in Rwanda. Advance warning had been given of the intentions of the Hutu militia, and word of their plans had been authoritatively leaked to local peacekeepers. Madeleine Albright, then the U.S. envoy to the U.N., was instructed to block the proposal to send more troops. After the self-inflicted debacle in Somalia, the United States had decided that Africa was boring and dangerous and that its pleas should go unheard. The Hutu genocide plan went off without a hitch; the United States then approved a military intervention by the French government, which sent its troops to protect the mass murderers against the rebellion of the Rwandan Patriotic Front.

Do yourself a favor and look up the date on which the United States actually ratified the 1948 Convention on Genocide (40 years after its passage at the United Nations) or the last time it refused to recognize a genocide (the 1915-1923 massacre of Armenians, the subject of a failed congressional resolution last fall).

On the other hand, when it wants to mobilize the international community, the United States is prepared to expend a lot of effort. The same Madeleine Albright supported the passage of the Helms-Burton legislation, which sought to extend the embargo on Cuba to any third country or corporation doing business with Havana. This is probably a violation of international law; it is certainly a violation of the norms of international trade. Countries not party to the U.S.-Cuban quarrel, like Britain and Canada, objected to being sanctioned for carrying on ordinary commercial relations. They were told, basically, that this was just too bad because the Senate has a mind of its own. They are told the same thing when they inquire about the U.S. refusal to pay U.N. membership dues or sign on to the land-mines treaty. Sorry, our Congress can't be persuaded. But if an administration wants to persuade Congress on a foreign policy matter, it generally can do so -- as the Gulf War demonstrated.

One definition of a "rogue state" was that it engaged in the promiscuous sale of weapons. North Korea, it is true, does sustain its near-dead economy by this means. But the United States helps float a whole booming industry on the manufacture and sale of all kinds of weaponry, and is not in the least bit choosy about where it distributes the stuff. (The latest, and perhaps the worst, example of this involves the means by which Pakistan, our client in the Afghanistan nightmare, acquired the makings of a nuclear capability.)

The term double standards became customary in the time of Jeanne Kirkpatrick, who famously distinguished between authoritarian and totalitarian regimes, allegedly preferring the first to the second, but actually preferring authoritarianism to democracy. The same three-card monte operated when it came to terrorism; guerrillas in El Salvador were terrorists by definition, but French agents blowing up an unarmed Greenpeace vessel and killing a crew member were not. (In those days, Nelson Mandela's African National Congress was on the administration's list of terrorist organizations, as of course was the PLO.) At the time, even some Democrats made critical noises about this hypocrisy, but that didn't prevent it from persisting across changes of regime in Washington. Thus, for example, Libya is quite rightly subjected to sanctions until it gives up two wanted men in the Pan Am 103 atrocity, but Saudi Arabia escapes even rebuke for sheltering Idi Amin. After a bit, this stops looking like a double standard and becomes a single one: It's okay if we do it or if it's done by one of our friends.

I happen to be one of those on the left who was sufficiently impressed by the threat of war and fascism in Bosnia to urge that international military help be given to the Bosnian resistance. (This meant that I sometimes found myself signing the same petition as Jeanne Kirkpatrick.) And I still can't read the urgent faxes and cables sent from Rwanda in the last days before the genocide without a feeling of insurmountable rage and frustration. Many on the left do not especially like to admit it, but there are probably other genuine "just causes" in our future, where American help will be solicited by deserving victims. It will be harder to argue about this logically or intelligently if the political establishment allows itself to go on picking and choosing from its own standpoint of impregnable moral self-regard.

Recently there was a semiserious proposal that European Union countries be graciously allowed to join nafta and share in its fabled benefits. But suppose the offer was reversed and the United States was seeking to join the European Union? It probably would be refused membership, because it has not yet ratified the Convention on the Rights of the Child, which forbids the execution of minors. The only other holdout country when last I checked was Somalia.

Actually, the United States might also be refused membership because it, along with China and a handful of other execution states, voted at the United Nations against an E.U. proposal for a moratorium on capital punishment for the underage, the insane, and the pregnant. In fact, it might be refused membership because of its addiction to capital punishment across the board, and for its occasional boastfulness about the fact.

The classic statement of arrogant fatuity in this department was made by our president while he was still governor of Texas. A Canadian citizen had been executed in the Lone Star State in violation of a treaty that mandated consular access to prisoners accused of serious crimes. When asked why the Canadian had been snuffed without proper notification to his embassy, Bush replied that this sent a message about not committing murder in Texas. It did not even strike him that, by this standard, the Canadians could sentence an American tourist to life imprisonment while ignoring his request to contact the U.S. consul. Of course, the Canadians wouldn't do that. But that's because they don't suffer from a superpower superiority complex.

The laws, it was said by cynics in classical times, are like cobwebs. They are strong enough to hold the weak, but too weak to detain the strong. Case in point: the International Criminal Court, which has been set up as a kind of permanent Nuremberg tribunal by a large majority of the world's democratic nations. Bill Clinton could not bring himself to sign the treaty establishing the court until his last weeks in office, and Congress has yet to ratify it. However, this abstention does not prevent the United States from demanding that other smaller countries such as Serbia (but not yet Chile) adhere fully, deliver their own wanted war criminals, and generally shape up.

And what is the reason given by the military and political right wing for opposing the establishment of an International Criminal Court? Why, such a court might impede the orderly conduct of American foreign policy. Think about it. What kind of implicit admission is that?

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All done. Was that really so bad?

Oh, it was? Then before you get all defensive (and pre-emptively bomb my country, which is Canada and directly off your west coast under a patch of slightly darker blue water), allow me to soften the blow.

I like the US. It's the only place you can get decently made Cajun food. Not to mention that I can pick up stuff for cheaper there than I can here, even though our respective currencies have narrowed the distance between us.

Most of the movies and television I see comes from the US. And I mean the good shows, like South Park and The Daily Show. Not that laughable "suck the White House's cock"-oriented programming that you call the news.

You guys aren't bad, but you do have this crazy reflex of sticking your collective heads up your asses before you vote, or before you express an opinion.

You are not special! At least no more special than the rest of us. So if you want to be the loutish oaf that pushes in front of us in line, and runs off with all the toys and won't share, suit yourselves. But we won't play with you anymore. And you're going to get lonely.

And don't forget about the start of my blog, where I mention the frequent washing of bedding! :P~~~~~