the internet is down

What an incredible dependency I have on the internet to get through my day to day. Usually, I'd just put on some music or listen to a tv show or movie while I was consumed in mundane tasks at work. I'd look up from the screen then "hey! its lunch time" the " hey! its home time".

Today at work the network went down and although my work today doesn't require the internet, the entertainment it provided proved yo be invaluable. It's not just me other coworkers are becoming very annoyed with the system and are vividly checking to see if we have our beloved access back. half the day is gone. I've listened to no music nor movie nor th show and the day seems to have just dragged and is currently dragging on. Now I realize the true potential of this app. now I must go or people will think I'm constipated.

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the things i would do

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A high powered laser in my hands. Terrible! I, like most people, have had fantasies of exacting revenge on strangers who have done me wrong. Nothing serious, but something action to say "Hey! You're an ass and being rude to people you don't know is a dick move."

On many occasions I'm looked down on, stepped on, pushed around wherever I go. And on a daily basis I see people and kids with shit they do not deserve and wasting their advantages they have over the rest of us.

I was going 60km/h on a road where the limit was, surprise surprise, 60km/h. As soon as the guy in the lane to my right pulled behind, some jerk in a Ford F250 Superduty pulled into the right lane pulled ahead of me and nearly clipped my front bumper. I had to hit the breaks to avoid a collision. Then waiting behind him at the lights he fingered me and sped off when they turned green. I met him again at the next set of lights, once again behind him. This time he seemed to ignore me. Every time something like this happens I feel that some sort of punishment is in order, just to warn them that being a dick is not good.

I might be a little overboard but I feel that they do not deserve their sight anymore. If I were much like Hannibal Lecter I would eat rude people, but that would be a lot A LOT of meat... I might actually be able to solve world hunger.

The jerks in the parking lots with the Lamborghini's and Ferrari's would be next on my list. These jerks not only feel it is necessary to drive their $300,000+ cards downtown showing off to everyone, but they take up to sometimes three parking stalls. Downtown is a busy place and everyone needs a parking spot, because you have a car that is worth a house you feel you have the right to take up the spot that someone working downtown to feed their two kids and wife could use to park closer to his work? FUCK YOU! You would come out of your work and realize their the tires of your ride have all been melted.

Walking downtown is not easy for a short person. All these big tall business men too busy to look where they're going actually walk on, push, and bowl me over. Well, it looks like you're going to have to get another $5000 Armani suit because I'm going to burn a hole in it. Just like those jerks in the University! Here are a group of men all in suits worth more than my car telling us why they are hiking the tuition by more than 50%! Do starving college students really seem like the kind of people who have enough money to extort? You just built a new building, didn't you figure that it was out of your budget? I would laser... wait you know what, I would eat those people!

generations

Meryl Streep: Born 22 June 1949, Summit, New Jersey. Graduated from Vassar College in 1971. Educated at Yale University in Fine Arts. Received honorary doctorate from Harvard University on May 27, 2010.

Jodie Foster: Born November 19, 1962, Los Angeles, California. Attended a French-language prep school fluent at age 14. Left acting career to attended Yale University, and was a member of Calhoun College. Graduated magna cum laude in literature in 1985. Fluent in Italian at 18.

Megan Fox: born May 16, 1986, Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Began modeling at 13. Dropped out of Lucie West Centennial High School at 17.

Lindsay Lohan: Born July 2, 1986, New York New York. Child Star by age 10. Left Cold Spring Harbor High School at grade 11.

hmmm...

shortsighted...

Construction for the Calgary C-Train begin in 1980 and was open to the public in 1981. The original Anderson train ran through seven suburban stations from south to north and eight Downtown stations from 1 Street SW to 2 Street SE on 7th Ave. In the news I have observed there are approximately 4-8 accidents regarding the C-Train a year what aren't televised are many more. I haven't run the numbers but it seems that many many many people are injured or killed by the C-Train, and why not? There are no railings on the platforms, it runs through the streets of Downtown Calgary weighting at several tonnes of steel with very limited breaking power.

Originally instead of going on top of 7th Ave the C-train was meant to go under 8th Ave! That's right under. The Calgary C-train was meant to be a subway style city transit system, unbound by roads, able to go wherever without fear of hitting people. Today a young boy under five years old was killed by the C-Train. All I can say is how shortsighted it was to try to cut the cost by making it ground level transit. A monorail above ground would have been suitable as well.

Calgary doesn't get earthquakes, we don't get tornadoes (but they come close), nor floods, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, or pretty much any natural disaster. We do get cold. Very cold... really freaking cold. And waiting for a bus or for the C-Train at minus 35 with the windchill making it minus 50 is not fun. Waiting underground sounds much more pleasant.

If we had only waited another year till 1982 and put in the time and money Calgary's streets wouldn't be overrun with buses, trains wouldn't be killing people and Calgary could actually say it was happy with it's transit system instead of the joke it is now.

what have you become?

I'm not sure what may have turned my friends but they are different now. Our once matching values and ethics have become disjointed. They are doing things I wouldn't think that they would ever do. They've done things I didn't think it was possible for them to do. They were always upstanding in my eyes, now I can only look on with shame. They are going through things right now, and I cannot blame them for doing what they are. But, I cannot abide by these actions. I miss my friends, I miss who they were. They are still the same, but I cannot agree with the things they are doing. I am a coward for not speaking out, I just wish they were back to the way they were before.

blogs from a can

This will be my second post while on the can and I'm starting to understand why this app exists. normally I'd like to read but that would seem like a lack of work ethic. So instead of doing anything actually productive, I'm just writing my thoughts. Practically no one will read this anyway. A motivational poster said it best "blogs, never before have so many said so little to so few". I just think that's one of the truest descriptions of a blog.

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this is a test, this is only a test

I downloaded a new app for my phone which will allow me to add new posts to my blog. I'm sitting on the can at work wondering... when will I ever need this app. I usually only blog when I'm at an actual computer. What could be so urgent that I can't wait until I get home to write it? I have then come to the conclusion that this app like most others is completely useless. But, like the saying goes "I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it".

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highs and lows

Where would the highs be without the lows? With nothing to compare the highs would seem like nothing, then we take them for granted. Suddenly, the majority of the time everything is fine and because that becomes the norm we lose appreciation for it. Then every low, every fight you have with your significant other, every time you're late for work, every time something is not fine, it stands out and becomes significant in your mind. Suddenly, you remember two small arguments with your spouse as two straight weeks of non-stop yelling contests, in the past month McDonalds got your order wrong three times but you remember it as if it were every time. There are hypnotists who can create false memories in you, and you can do it yourself. Take a step back and look at the situation from beyond yourself, maybe it really isn't as bad as you think it is. Live for the highs and prepare for the lows, but never lose that appreciation for the good times because if you don't you wont be able to recall a single good thing.

an apology

Just showing what the education system is worth... Please, mind the errors in spelling and grammar. I wish I could say I had an excuse but I have none. It might just be due to laziness, not wanting to read over posts or make edits etc. After re-reading my first post I've noticed a slew of spelling and grammatical errors, misplaced commas and missing punctuation. I could go back and edit them now... but there are better things I can do with my time. You can think of this blog as that journal you find in your siblings bedroom. These are just my thoughts, mostly for my own account, if you want to read them fine, if not, that's good too. If these are my thoughts, then the English in my head is just as bad as when it's on another medium.

a glimps of things to come

My mind is an oil pipeline what has now burst polluting the vast ocean known as the internet. We can try to block all the crap that spills from my head, clog it with garbage, dirt, hair, or try to light it on fire, but those who read are essentially the fish of the internet whom will drown. So, I will implore you to stop reading now, avoid this blog, and forget everything about it.

I will endeavour to make sure anything I will ever write will carry no merit or conscious thought. It will be as dismissible as the nice driver who slowed down and let you merge in front of him or the extra smile you you receive from that cashier every morning.

No, nothing I ever will say will matter in the slightest. If you disagree with what I have to say, there are many more like you to help prove whatever I say is false and if you do agree there are plenty of people who will fight to prove us wrong. Lose, lose.

But, whether you can stop the spill, clog it, light it on fire, or just ignore it it will continue to pour and I apologize for it's existence. Now... why are you still reading when I told you to stop at the first paragraph?