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|Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011|
|Paternal rage post
Soo...was an interesting visit from my niece. She was relaxing at the end when she hit us with some rather large news about her mother and stepfather, the one of which is the largest concern is not mine to post, but suffice it to say that she's not happy. She has to be home at 5:00 PM (To make sure that she's ok - despite the fact they won't get her a cellular phone because of 'internet predators' however that works). If she's not, she has the door to her room taken off. She has a computer running windows '95 that she uses for word processing, and no internet priveelages (again, because of 'predators'). Apparently her out-of-work stepfather took her PS3 console that her dad bought her for her birthday and doesn't give her access until her grades come up. He does make extensive use of it himself, I've noted on the PS3 logs.
HER LAST REPORT CARD WAS ALL A's, EXCEPT A 'B' in PHYSICS.
Her mother told Cameron that she's sending Jade to the school's councilor, and if that doesn't work "She's on her own".
That's not what really pissed me off. What really pissed me off was my father's reaction to my brother's assertation that he gets another job, gets a house and has jade move in with him.
"Think about this, will it really help her situation?"
Cam and I recounted everything. The bit of news would make everyone on here quite upset, I assure you, but you'd think the punishment of making a 16 year old have her door taken off her room in a small house with two brothers and a stepdad is humiliating enough, I should think.
'Is JADE making the right decisions about being unhappy?" he asked.
We were astounded, and re-told him everything.
"She could shower and change in the bathroom. She shouldn't be worrying about that, and just make the right decision for herself."
Seriously?? SERIOUSLY??? Is the man THAT FRIGGING DENSE? Like it were jade's fault!
|Sunday, January 30th, 2011|
(depressed rant warning)
Ugh. Helluva week. Since I registered late, I had to go to a makeup physics lab. Since the alarm clock at mum's was about an hour behind, rubber was burned, even on the icy streets of Regina. I had made what I thought was the perfect stop, pulling a 180 e-brake turn into an isolated, convenient parking spot, but managed to get my car half-buried in the snow. After the lab and classes, It was apparent that my car wasn't going anywhere without some assistance, and I was parked in some out of the way boulevard where no one was likely to happen by. Well, there's not much use being a 6'4 labourer if you can't move heavy objects, right? I shifted into neutral, and applied my back to the rear bumper, and strained for all I was worth. The car shifted out of it's ruts right about the time I felt, rather than heard, a *crunch* deep in my right knee. Yikes.
I don't think there's any bone damage, but it was painful and there's a lot of swelling. Not the worst knee injury I've sustained: I resolved to just keep off of it for a couple of days and see if there's any permanent damage worth a doctor's attention. Sadly, however, this plan was not to be. For some reason, our tenants seem to be in the most DEMANDING mood, asking for the most innane favours, which I carried out. 'Cos Cam's apparently too busy shagging his girlfriend. Sigh.
I thought that was about the end of things tonight, but oh man, was I wrong. Was just about to go to bed a couple of hours ago and decided to take a shower. Stupid mistake on my part - my knee managed to give out as I was straightening up, and I slipped and fell backward through the shower door. Safety glass is nice and all, but when you're falling onto it...well, let's just say my torso and back aren't too pretty at the moment, and leave it at that. There's also a big mess in the bathroom, which I'm not going to clean up tonight. Any takers? Didn't think so. Man, I'm just done with this week. Glad it's over tomorrow. I feel very much like breaking a great deal of fragile objects, or possibly another person's skull, which is a very foreign concept to me, and I feel a bit strange that I would want to inflict such harm on another for no good reason. How curious. Hope everyone else's week is going better?
|Saturday, November 20th, 2010|
|Thursday, November 4th, 2010|
|Wee Techie Moment.
I was over at a friend's house, 'fixing her PC'. I was just in the process of noticing a hidden boot sector when the frantic pounding of socked feet on hardwood sounded, growing louder as they raced towards me. A thirteen year old blonde spikey-haired kid in glasses slid to a halt and looked at the man his mum must've said was 'fixing the computer' Read: 'infringing on his territory'. One look at the screen, and he knew he was busted. Poor kid was white as a sheet.
I gave him a grin, and moved into the seat next to me, leaving the keyboard free. He realized he was off the hook and logged into his hidden OS. A friendly penguin logo popped up before his mother shouted from the kitchen "And don't try anything funny, because I put Valet (Child guard software, but inhibits a lot of other stuff too) on the router!'
'Yes mom!', he shouted, unplugging the ethernet cable that fed the modem's signal into the router and plugging it directly into his computer's ethernet port, giving him uninhibited access.
I held out my fist, and his smaller one bumped it.
'Just clean out your mum's OS once and a while, or else you'll get idiots screwing with your rig.'
' 'kay '
|Monday, November 1st, 2010|
|Sorry, no pumpkins this year....
Biochemistry sucks. Particularly my small, spiteful lab professor. Anyways, to assuage the disapointment of the one creative thing I do per year, Vince very kindly drew me this:
|Thursday, October 28th, 2010|
This morning found me pounding on the side of what once was my car, and now is a novelty ice cube. It snowed rather heavily last night, and the thermal vent from the laundry exhaust did me the favour of melting the stuff and letting it melt and freeze, over and over and OVER again all night. I Still made it to class with the help of a kettle I just had on the boil to have my morning tea with, but damn winter is frustrating.
What god do I have to sacrifice a baby to in order to get a mild winter, huh?!? You people down south suck. And yes, that is jealousy speaking.
|Wednesday, October 20th, 2010|
So...after imposed linear thinking.....
Does a doctor consider war to be nothing more than randomized surgery?
Why is crying at a wedding acceptable, but laughing at a funeral is not?
If our appliances truely have consciousness, is it any wonder they commit suicide so often after a life of imposed slavery?
Does the inception of consciousness begin the capacity for morality?
If a quantum wave function can indeed exist everywhere, everywhen, does that mean our thoughts, which seem to simulate the same function exist in such a capacity as well?
If moral people invented justice, does that mean that evil ones invented mercy?
If beauty is only skin deep, how far does hideousness reach?
Excellent news! Vince is coming to visit me tomorrow for four days! I'm so excited!
Somewhat bad news: My biochemistry midterm is tomorrow. I'm somewhat nervous.
(Nervous = excited x log ([dopamine(mM)]/[cortisol(mM)]) = Buggermewithrustyrebar,Ican'tsleep!
What's a zwitterion?? Was that a double link to the first nitrogen group in histadine cyclopentase group, or a single one? Wait, was that tryptophan? What's the concentration of oxygen have to be for hemoglobin in a tense state to bond to it?? Was that a 90 degree rotation induced with bonding to oxygen or a 93.2?? Who the hell is Haber anyways? What's the flight speed of an unladen swallow?? If semen exits at ~28 MPH from the average male during ejeculation, can the swallow truely
be called unladen? AUUUGH! (Goes to hide under the bed)
|Tuesday, October 12th, 2010|
|Monday, October 11th, 2010|
Man, but I miss Vince's comic. Seems to be a glue that held a lot of people together on here - you'd stop by to check it out, check your friend's posts, comment.....
|Friday, October 8th, 2010|
My speed reading is up to 1,600 WPM with a 82% comprehension level!
Note to self: Using said speed reading method on a biochemistry, chemistry, physics or any text that can authoritatively state what "quantum" means results in a blinding headache: do not attempt in future.
|Sunday, September 12th, 2010|
|Just been to the gym.
They had this interesting new machine there that I just had to try out, but after a half hour of using it, I got sick. But it's great! It's got kit-kats and mars bars and everything!
|Friday, September 3rd, 2010|
|The only time I've ever been happy after vomiting
Dad was in a particularly bad mood today. I was varnishing a cabinet that we'd just constructed, when a peculiar sensation hit me. It felt like I'd swallowed a pouch of lead shot all of a sudden. I shuffled into the living room and asked my father if I could be excused for an hour, as I didn't feel well. A curt "no" was all the response that awaited me. Shrugging, I returned to my work, but soon my arm slipped from the familliar tempo of gliding oil over wood, and I stood up, fighting the sudden vertigo and nausea that asullted me.
Dad, ever quick to berate slacking hurried over and started speaking in an angry tone. Couldn't quite make out what the words were, since I was having problems of my own, but the tone was rather obvious. Then, the ethereal tipping point was reached, the one where your hindbrain tells the more evolved part "Yeah, no more supresison neocortex. The primal will cares nothing for your petty meditative techniques!" and I quickly rejected what I'd downed for breakfast (thankfully only a couple of mugs of Earl Grey) all over my dad's shoes, carefully shined previously for a meeting with a prospective tenant. The look of disgust was all the dismissal I needed. Good thing he couldn't see the smile on my face as I left. I particularly enjoyed the thought of him steam-vaccing the refuse, a chore that had always fallen to me before.
Oddly though? I don't feel particularly sick. Can't imagine what would've caused it.
|Wednesday, September 1st, 2010|
Had to take about double my standard dose of sleep medication to actually get to sleep. Can't think too well, and I'm still not sure I uploaded those ISO comic pictures into the right folder on...er....whatever server it's on. Something to do with a fox. (sigh) back to work, I guess.
|Thursday, August 26th, 2010|
Don't wanna work another 48 hour period straight. And I'm out of stimulants.
|Sunday, August 15th, 2010|
|Saturday, August 14th, 2010|
After a lovely vaccation with Vince - including the local science centre, mummy exhibit, lotsa movies, and SKYDIVING! ( as a birthday gift. VIdeo to come along with Vince's trip report. Best boyfriend EVAR!). Anyways, the wonderful, fuzzy copulating dogs of bliss met the bucket of cold water flung by work as soon as I got home . Suite 33. OOoooh, suite 33. The bane of my existance, was finally nearing completion. over the three year rennovation period, it has had plumbing problems, word warping, floor unevenness, and pretty much everything that was possible to go wrong during rennovation. It was an easy job by the time I got there, but efforts were gravely inhibited by my father. He insists on working on a knee with a torn miniscus. Consequently, moving anything heavy - he insists on "helping" by being part of any heavy moving attempts - which slowed down the process considerably and exacerbated the knee....
Anyways, it wasn't that so much as it was his temper tantrums whenever anything went wrong - Cameron did a beautiful diamond style tiling job in the bathroom. Dad wanted to do the same, but didn't have the same skill with the porcelin as my brother. Whenever anything would break or misalign, he would throw a serious fit - running around screaming how we'd never get done on time, occasionally breaking the tile he was working on in disgust. I found it more fitting to a five year old than a late-sixty year old, eating more time out of our limited schedule.
Anywyas, to compensate for this, I decided to stay behind one night and do the "shit jobs". Things that take a lot of time, but don't really call for much skill - scraping paint off the windows after you've painted the crossbracing, scrubbing excess grout out of tles, ect. Quite honestly, I found the work went a lot more quickly and happily for me, and before I knew it, the night was over, and another work day begun I kept griding for another day and night, finally clocking out at around Saturday at 9:00 A.M. (Thank you pharmacy-grade stimulants!) After a suitible recovery coma, I thought everything was done, and we could get on with our normal schedule.
Sadly, this was not to be. Dad remained confrontational and arguementative, assigning tasks that I felt were a bit unreasonable after the both of us increased our work efforts. But whatever, dad isn't a reasonable guy. What DID piss me off was him rapping on my door yesterday, claiming he could smell weed. Now, yes, I DO occasionally indulge in it - mostly when my back or head are in a lot of pain from work/sleep dep/study. I had used some on Sunday to stop my back from feeling as if gnomes were heating skewers and shoving them into my spine, but not since then. I normally use the stuff in the bathroom, with the fan on, window open and towel underneath the door - I know some people really detest the smell, and I don't like irritating others. So, in short, there was no way he could've had so much as a hint of the stuff, at least from my suite. So I simply nodded at him, knowing that his mind was made up and no amount of arguing on my part could change it. Of course, the mind blowing part came when he informed me that if he smelled it again, he'd evict me from the apartment.
This, quite bluntly, hurt. You think after the constant threats of being fired/disowned/whatever I'd be a bit used to it, but sadly this little display of famillial love got to me. Since dad really have any problem with Dr. Greene, I could only conclude he was basically threatening me on the basis that the other tenants might be disturbed by it, which is a bit hard to comprehend, as there were no complaints. The problem is, I'm not quite sure what to do or say to someone who, based on personal observation, believes himself to be infallable. There is no recourse when dealing with my father in this manner, as he is generally convinced of the unassailabilty of his poisition. (Shrug) what can you do?
Oh, and there's other, more interesting and happy news, but I thought I might leave that detail to Vince's trip report, so...yeah, stay tuned!
|Wednesday, June 30th, 2010|
How the HELL did my sodium cyanide migrate from the "Toxic chemical storage" cupboard to the "General foodstuffs" area???
|Monday, June 28th, 2010|
|I am indeed pleased by this report...
But I'm sort of wondering why they don't offer the same type of limb replacement
for human veterans. I understand that a cybernetic appendage with a motor cortex interface costs upwards of 200,000 - 500,000 if you want a sensory nervous system interface. But if veterans give up something irreplaceable and valuable to the government, even if I think the millitary in it's current state is no longer nessecary or economically viable, shouldn't a government give the same back?