Since staying at Suj's I have been unable to connect my PC to his Mac wireless network. In Windows 7, it says that I am connected with no Internet access. We aren't sure which address the router has, but when I ping the usual suspects 192.168.x.1, I get a GENERAL FAILURE. I also tried 10.0.1.1, etc., and got an unreachable host.

You see those people on TV, but you never think it'll be you. 

I woke up at 5. Got to the store at 5:40 for one of those doorcrasher sales. People were talking about how they had never seen so many people waiting outside a store in Brockville. I waited 30 minutes outside. I got the ninth of ten computers they had in stock. I was prepared to spend $400 on the computer I had chosen. Then they talked about the Acer machine at $300. I had also heard that the $400 machine was the one they knocked down in price. Yay, right?

 

When I got home, it was not at all the same computer, and not at all what I wanted. I went back there, and not only do they not have the one I wanted, they likely never got them in stock and they aren't doing exchanges or refunds until Monday. And I have little faith that they will ever have the computer I want in stock in a timely manner. So I am stuck with this other machine that I don't want until Monday, and I will likely have nothing to show for my efforts. I even bought a computer backpack and everything.

 

And I was MAD. My father was with me suffering from my wrath the whole time. I had to have him drop me off at Tim's so I could have a bagel, coffee, antibiotics and stomach pill. I immediately felt MUCH better. 

Maybe I'll get a new computer elsewhere.

I just woke up from a nap five minutes ago, downed a Guru and saw this.

After many postings about how crappy life can be, I must thank MJ for her posting of this picture of her dog and a visiting puppy. I never realized how much I like these Boston Terriers.

How the hell do you take such perfect pics of your dog, MJ? Aren't you just using a point-and-click thing?

Today I returned to Galérie Synethésie to draw nude models. And I brought a guest!

I am rather free with my language, but there are certain words I just don't say. "Cocksucker" is one of them. I've never really liked the word; it's just not my bag.

When I go to work, I pass a Tim Horton's every day. I like Tim's. I would go there most days for a coffee and a bagel or doughnut, but there are usually 100 people waiting in line. I don't have time for that nonsense. But today for some reason, there were only about 10 people in line being served by 4 staff. Score!

The only problem with this Tim's (other than the usual horde of people) is the fact that they have no jelly-filled doughnuts. But today they had one, exactly one Canadian Maple doughnut. I walked right up and was about to order when I realized that I had no cash. Damn.

No problem. I just went to the nearby cash machine, got some and 60 seconds later was back in line. There were 2 new people there in the shortest line. The man in front was about 6-foot-1, late 30s, white with dirty blond hair, glasses and looking professional wearing a long coat. He was also a dithering nincompoop. Well, maybe he wasn't, really, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time trying to figure out what he wanted, asking inane questions and wasting everyone's time. Finally, he pointed to his right near the donuts. And then pointed right at the Canadian Maple. I thought to myself that he must mean the non-filled ones, of which there were plenty.

But no. That was what he wanted. The only thing he wanted. My doughnut. My fucking doughnut. The one time I can stop at Tim's before going to work without having to wait 1000 years to get served this douchebag takes the only thing I want. And in my rage, my face twisted up and, as though in slow-motion the word loudly spilled out of my mouth:

"You...CAWWWWWK-SUCKERRRRRR!!!"

Well, okay, that last part was in mind, but if anyone had seen my face, they would have known that I was calling that guy a cocksucker for stealing my doughnut.

So I may continue to use that word in that context only. For me, a cocksucker is a person that is a cock through total ignorance AND no fault of their own, and therefore is completely undeserving of the insult in my mind. That last bit is important, otherwise they are dicks, cocks or douches. It's interesting how a totally innocent person is a cocksucker, while a total ass is a cock. An ass is a cock.

Perhaps I should expand my vocabulary for real.

Le texte suivant vient d'un homme exaspéré de mon travail. La situation est décrite avec humour, mais je vais laisser toutes les fautes d'orthographe car je veux illustrer un autre point: le monde d'ici sait pas comment écrire.

Ce message s'adresse aux hommes seulement. Suite a un mésaventure avec un siège de toilette submergé d'urine, j'aimerai porter votre attention sur différentes techniques envers la procédure de soulagement en question. Viser au centre, s'assoir ou lever le siège de toilette. Si vous décidé de viser, il serait bien de nettoyer en cas de débordement. Je ne crois pas que les gens laisse leur siège de toilette bien enduis d'urine a la maison alors pourquoi le faire au travail. Ceci est un grand manque de respect pour vos collège. Si vous avez peur d'utiliser vos main pour lever le siège il y a 2 méthodes très simple. Prendre du papier et lever le siège avec ou utiliser vos pied bien protégé par vos chaussures.

Ça me fait penser aux mésaventures de zura à son ancienne job. Y a-t-l un blogue qui raconte ces histoires de toilette au boulot?

Great fictional story from Julie. She says:

I am pretty sure I am one of the last to hear about this thing that broke last month, but this Vilena-style photo thing is HAWT and I want more. If you are a woman reading this, why don't you post some of your own? Or send them to me and I will post them here! Leave a comment!