Dr. Galen Kaufman, a professor of neuroscience, is described as "the father of the carbonated pear."

Buffalo Kisser's replacement. Hmmmm.

Let's get appearance out of the way first:

If you were to cross the guy from Weezer (at the right)
















with the South Park goth kid that's always shrugging his forelock out of the way














you'd pretty much have this guy bang on. Complete with forelock shrug.

Beyond that, he's a friend of DiceGimp which is a strike against him, but he does seem to do fairly regular patrols, which is an astonishing thing to see. Of course, this is only week one for him. We'll see if that continues.

And he reminds me of some conniving character from some movie, but I'll be buggered if I can remember the source. Guy was a weasel, anyway.

I'm getting... reports... rather than complaints, that Palooka spends the majority of his time with his arms folded over people's cubicle walls talking to them during his shift.

He claims that he's a "Hello; how are you; got to go" conversationalist, but I'm hearing from far too many people that he sucks up to a half hour of their time and doesn't get hints that it's time to leave. And he flirts with the guard that had the harassment problems with Buffalo Kisser.

Is there nothing that goes right with people on this damned site?!

The cleaners had to do a bunch of extra work the other day, because the owners of the site were coming by for a look. One of them (the cleaners, not the owners) informed me that his balls were sweating.

Testicle Humidity Status: verified

Last night, on the SkyTrain, I heard some guy with just the tiniest hint of a drunken slur in his voice asking a woman for directions to a particular station. After she clearly got uncomfortable, I engaged the guy and asked where he was going. He had taken the wrong train (but it's the train I always take!) and ended up on the wrong line. So I told him where to go to get to where he needed to be.

He moaned and complained about going back and forth, and at every stop demanded to know if that was where he should get off. He also wanted to know where he could go pee.

Finally, one stop away from where he had to go (and two from mine), he just went in the back of the train. Asshole.

So at his stop he hops off and heads down the stairs to get to the other side of the platform. What a pity some jerk cough*pointstoself*cough held the doors and told a transit cop about the nine proof lake running down the aisle of the train. A quick radio across the platform to another transit cop and that guy gets to take a taxi, and probably pay a fine.

Go in someone else's car, not mine!

I got tapped to work this weekend, and since I managed to get a higher rate for both Sunday (expected - everybody who works it gets higher pay) and Saturday (unexpected, but I held out and they were desparate), but then didn't end up working Saturday.

Which is good, because working security at a Grey Cup parade marshalled by Pamela Anderson isn't my idea of fun.

I will be at the Grey Cup on Sunday though. Look for me during the fourth quarter when security apparently has to take to the field and make a wall so that nobody with three plus litres of beer inspired enthusiasm rushes the field. I wonder if I get extra pay if there's a riot?

I'll be the one in the yellow jacket.