Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Because I do what I'm told. Sometimes.

It's a good thing our company has such a wonderful email system.

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From: [anonymotron]
Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2006 8:24 AM

To: [uncharted]
Subject: Does [name removed] work here now?

I saw her in the elevator last night.

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From: [uncharted]
Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2006 8:24 AM
To: [anonymotron]
Subject: RE: Does [name removed] work here now?

[random banter]

On a side note, I hate you.

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From: [anonymotron]
Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2006 8:27 AM
To: [uncharted]
Subject: RE: Does [name removed] work here now?

[blah blah blah]

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From: [uncharted]
Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2006 8:39 AM
To: [anonymotron]
Subject: RE: Does [name removed] work here now?

[something not particularly insightful]

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From: [anonymotron]
Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2006 1:49 PM
To: [uncharted]
Subject: RE: Does [name removed] work here now?

Update your blog.

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Liberated at 3:23 PM

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Intermission

Today, struck by nothing else either than purely illogical thought, I decided that it's time to resume my place in the blogosphere. Perhaps it's the illusive escapism that I gain poring over my daily blog list, or maybe it's just...time to get things going again. Either way, I'll attempt to get back to my former posting pace and see how I do.

The same rules will apply that always have - chatter about work and politics will continue to be conducted in person, and preferably over beer. This space will remain active for random insights, semi-personal journal-style entries, and a good story from time to time.

I've got a couple of substantive posts on the go, but in the meantime, I thought I'd post this interesting little article. Whiny kids apparently grow up to be conservatives, and more confident kids grow up to be liberals. Admittedly, as the article mentions, the study is far from iron-clad, but I found it interesting nonetheless. I think I need to have a talk with my mother about exactly how much whining I did as a child. I will be sure to report back.

To come: extreme wanderlust (or "how I restrain myself daily from selling all of my possessions and traveling around the world), the travel week from hell, and a few other ever-so-fascinating topics.

Liberated at 4:05 PM

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Sunday, March 05, 2006

A worthy cause...

After lying dormant for more than a month, a most worthy cause has spurred me into posting. A small but noteworthy group of former-hacks-no-longer-near-campus recently voted me as 2006 elections photographer by virtue of the fact that I seem to be the closest to campus.

So, for those of you currently in elections withdrawal, here we go...

I will start off with a bitter and jaded "Back in my day..." and get that out of the way right now. I hear that this year's election is quite the non-event, and my little visit to CAB confirmed that fact. And I'll add in a "Kids these days..." before I'm done. Anyway, moving on to the pictures (in ballot order, of course)...

President:

Vice-President External:

Vice-President Academic:
Vice-President Operations & Finance:

Vice-President Student Life:
Board of Governors Representation:
T'is posterless, this year...


Plebiscites:
CAB Banners (this is, sadly, all of them):

Random CAB shots:



Liberated at 5:42 PM

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Still alive...

...thanks to those who have been checking.

I am still in election-recovery mode, but I'll post more in the next few days. In the meantime, I have a huge sleep deficit that I'm trying to chip away at.

Liberated at 6:58 PM

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Election Goodness...

Considering that I'm barely managing to find six hours a day to sleep, the posting won't be resuming until after the election (or more specifically, after I recover from my E-day hangover). In the meantime, this forward that I received today ought to do the trick.

Disclaimer: Posting these ads IN NO WAY implies support for the Conservative party, only support for laughing out loud at one's desk.

The next batch of ads from Team Pauly and the Liberal gang:

President Kennedy is gunned down in Dallas, Texas.
George W. Bush's home state.
Where a lot of wealthy American right-wingers live.
Some say the fatal shots were fired from a grassy knoll.
Where was Stephen Harper that day?
He isn't saying.
Choose your Canada.

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Little Susie Smith, a seven year-old girl in Brampton, Ontario, has her bicycle stolen.
A pink bicycle.
With little streamers on the handlebars.
And who just happened to be campaigning in Brampton that day?
Stephen Harper.
That's who.
We're not making this up.
Choose your Canada.

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On Nov. 30th, Prime Minister Paul Martin held a closed door meeting with US President George Bush.
What did they talk about?
We Don't know.
He Won't Tell us.
George W. Bush.
An American.
In our cities.
In Canada.
We did not make this up.

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Stephen Harper is religous
He is named after a saint.
So does Stephen Harper have a hidden agenda to overthrow God and take his place?
We don't know.
He isn't saying.
Choose your Canada.

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Stephen Harper has a dog.
You know who else had a dog?
Hitler.
Adolf Hitler.
That's who.
Did Stephen Harper train his dog to attack racial minorities on command?
We don't know.
He's not saying.
Choose Your Canada.

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Stephen Harper ate at a Tex-Mex place once.
You know what the "Tex" in Tex-Mex stands for?
Texas.
George W. Bush's home state.
We're not making this up.
Choose your Canada.

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Paul Martin owns a Fleet of Ships
Why does he have all those ships?
Are those ships Canadian ships?
No, and we aren't making that up.
A Prime Minister with a private navy? A Navy!
A giant navy that moves Canadian resources to OTHER COUNTRIES THAT AREN'T CANADA.

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Paul Martin's company sells stuff for money.
What's the money for?
We aren't sure.
It may have something to do with Joseph Stalin's Gorilla-Man Warrior Project.
Mutant gorilla-men.
In Canada
Don't take that chance.
Stand Up For A Gorilla-Man free Canada.

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Ok, maybe they're not real...but they're awesome nonetheless. Now please excuse me while I retreat to my map room and finish the canvassing schedule. Mmm...maps...

Liberated at 1:42 PM

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Bah.

I'm officially old. This sucks.

Liberated at 4:16 AM

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I apologize...

...for making a post just for the sake of posting.

I have nothing much to say - it's good to be back home, work is going well, the campaign has taken over my life, and I'm moving on the 23rd.

More to follow when I have the time and the energy. Just thought I'd let the few of you who were wondering know that I'm alive. Well, barely.

Liberated at 12:13 PM

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Thursday, December 08, 2005

[insert string of random profanities here]

I need my sleep. It's not just a nice thing to have - it's a requirement. I require a certain amount of sleep in any given week in order to restrain myself from randomly bitchslapping people and having meltdowns when someone looks at me the wrong way.

So lately, given that I am home for about 7 hours a night, my ability to get the sleep I need is dwindling. 7 hours would be more than enough sleep for me on any given night, but this 7 hours must now include my wind-down time, a shower, etc., etc.

Tonight, my precious 7 hours (delightly closer to eight this time!) included too little sleep:
  • 12:16 am - drag myself off of msn, try to go to sleep
  • 12:38 am - get up, tinker with the toilet tank, which mysteriously won't stop running
  • 12:44 am - realize that all of the little tricks that I have been taught to fix a running toilet are blatant lies
  • 12:45 am - go back to bed
  • 1:30 am - sleep
  • 5:51 am - strange buzzing sound - not enough to quite make me conscious
  • 5:53 am - buzzing continues. my UofA Fire Marshall instincts finally kick in, and I reach for my old hardhat and prepare to bang on doors
  • 5:56 am - not yet having managed to get out of bed, I know concentrate on whether or not I can smell smoke
  • 5:57 am - decide that the fire alarm in my building is actually quite pleasant compared to the horribly screechy, so-loud-you-can't-think alarms of buildings past
  • 6:00 am - the fire alarm proves victorious and I roll of out bed
  • 6:03 am - intense internal debate as to whether or not to go outside, or just risk being burned alive in exchange for staying in bed
  • 6:04 am - stick my head in the hall...no smoke/noise/cleanliness of any kind
  • 6:06 am - firetrucks!
  • 6:07 am - sweatpants or jeans?
  • 6:08 am - sweatpants
  • 6:09 am - pack up purse (must! save! blackberry!), lock door
  • 6:11 am - cold. but at least it's not the -9 billion that it has been all week. be thankful for the small things
  • 6:13 am - more firetrucks (6, to be exact)
  • 6:17 am - bitch with large group of girls, christen the 6th floor as the "boob floor"
  • 6:19 am - somebody official-looking (building security? police officer?) walks around with a giant rottweiler. a bomb-sniffing dog perhaps?
  • 6:20 am - firefighters are everywhere (and totally hot, but that's another story), but don't seem to concerned. we decide that, if something was wrong, they would at least quit sauntering and break into a jog
  • 6:21 am - still cold, still chatting with neighbours
  • 6:27 am - first firetruck leaves
  • 6:31 am - ambulance (when did that get here?) pulls away
  • 6:39 am - mad scramble for elevator spaces as we are let back into the building
  • 6:44 am - part ways with neighbours, crawl back into bed
  • 6:45 am - alarm goes off. fuck.

Liberated at 6:59 AM

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

The great American tradition...

I took the time to indulge in one of the most-fabled American traditions today - watching a live OJ-style high-speed chase. The experience was made even better by the opportunity to watch the 'drama unfold' on Fox News, the blatantly right-wing, obviously stupider cousin of such luminaries as CNBC and CNN.

Imagine my delight, sitting on my (shockingly on-time) WestJet flight to discover not only a seat-back satellite TV, but a fine selection of stations including the ever-popular Animal Planet and the aforementioned Fox News. Flipping aimlessly revealed the usual daytime crap, until I stumbled upon the tell-tale Canada Goose formation of police cars zipping along some stretch of typical California freeway.

Sadly, I had already missed the first time the car stopped, surrounded by police cars, and had then sped off again - hopefully with the driver laughing as they went. I also missed the attempted car-jacking which involved one of the passengers jumping out of the car and trying to jump into the adjacent car while waving a handgun.

I did, however, manage to catch the live gunfire...a tad disconcerting - until ol' FoxNews let it slip that they were broadcasting a few second delay to ensure that no one died a horrible, bloody death on live TV. And thenI finally caught the surrender, after two more stop and start incidents.

So, not only will I admit to watching this little fiasco, I'll admit to watching a full 1.5 hours of it. It was so...sexy, I just couldn't change the channel. A live gun battle (well, live + 5 seconds) is almost impossible to turn off...seriously, I challenge you to do so, the next time you happen to stumble across such an overly-dramatized, almost-live spectacle.

Liberated at 8:27 AM

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

*purr*

Four months and 10 days later, I am finally back home. Thoughts to follow, once I have settled back in.

In the meantime, please excuse me while I collapse from hauling so much crap cross-country.

Liberated at 11:43 PM

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