***If you want to know who I voted for, I voted for the grown-ups (or, atleast the party that acts the most like grown-ups).
I used to own politicalnews.ca but ironically, it’s just expiring about now.
I’m heading off to bed soon to get a good night’s sleep, but the election results I’m looking at (courtesy The Globe and Mail) has:
The Progressive Conservative Reformists at 144 seats, The Libs at 75, the Block at 50, NDP at 36 and Indies at 3
The Green Party got shut out.
Martha Hall Findlay (Lib) won my riding.
All in all, I guess I’m pretty happy, a nice, minority government, though apparently strengthened over the last Conservative-led minority.
I dislike politics. But unfortunately in this day and age you have to vote and pay attention because they’ll steal all your money and give it away to their friends if you don’t.
I voted today, and it made me feel kind of dirty.
Hopefully they’ll last four years and get some good stuff done. I’d like to see that Arts funding cut, but Can-con requirements raised, for one thing.
I installed anti-virus software today. Something I vowed to not do because of what it tends to do to my audio software, oh well.
Such dilemmas are part of what it means to be a grown up, I guess.
It’s the Norton Online Suite that Rogers gives its users for free. So I’ve got that. It wouldn’t install before because of a problem with my admin account. I called up Rogers tech support and this really sharp dude helped me out lickety split quick.
Tech Support is a tough (and rough, and not in the New Kids On The Block sense) gig. I know first hand. But this guy was nice and professional and so now there’s like four whole people at Rogers whom I like.
1. The Trees
2. Witch Hunt
3. Ummm, The Trees
4. The Way the Wind Blows, or maybe The Pass
5. Natural Science
6. Lakeside Park (weak, because there’s no park!)
7. Garden Road!
8. The Camera Eye (or YYZ)
I went to my parents’ place this past weekend for the Thanksgiving long weekend.
Took some pics (it’s ironic that my parents are the only people I know who won’t be able to see them because of their slow dial-up). Obviously a lot of the pics were taken here in Toronto, at other times, the night-time photo (the one of the eerie full moon) was taken today.
1) They kept banging on my bedroom door (my parents’ house used to be a bed and breakfast, so luckily all the bedrooms have locks) on and off as soon as they got up.
They said I promised to make them pancakes for breakfast the night before, which I most assuredly did not. I promised to make myself pancakes.
My sister asked my dad to make extra porridge last night. When she did I told him not to make any for me because I was going to have pancakes. Nieces were in the room. Meaning, somehow uncle Greg promised to make them pancakes.
2) After their parents dumped them on me this afternoon, the older one bit me and thought it was funny
3) They never do as their told
4) They touch unportioned out food with their little grubby fingers
5) They get overexcited when playing Luigi’s Mansion
First prize for being an uncle: A couple of days with my nieces.
Second prize for being an uncle: a week or more with my nieces.
Another thing I don’t like is ‘Trail Mix’. Not trail mix itself, because I find delicious and nutritious blends of nuts, raisins and seets irresistable.
No, because the name ‘trail mix’ conjures of a mental image of a suburban nuclear family in biker shorts going for a hike with A-Type determination. I can picture dad, who works as a middle manager in some boring ol’ company coming home on a Thursday evening and suggesting that the family go for a hike because of ‘the fall colours’. And then everyone else agrees (maybe reluctantly) because family outings are fun.
Then someone (mom or dad) makes the suggestion that they get some ‘trail mix’ because it’s a smart choice to eat on a hike. You know what I hate about the name ‘trail mix’? It’s just an awful name. They should call it like ‘PowerNuts’n Fruit’ or ‘UltraMix’ or something. But the name ‘Trail Mix’ is smarmy and off-putting.
This will be a tune-less (as opposed to tuneless, which is the usual) weekend as I’m going to be spending it with the family at the old Burns homestead.
It’ll be nice to hang out with my family, I don’t get to see the folks nearly enough, but it’s weird. I know that I’m not exactly the best traveler (I get cranky away from home and I don’t like being told what to do) or guest but it feels weird to go to my parents’ place and feel that way. Like it should be my home, but it isn’t. I’m just a guest at my parents’ place. It makes me a little sad.
It’s not that I don’t get along with people, I really do, but there’s always an underlying kind of struggle between me trying to be easy going and me just wanting to go out and do something else and be anti-social.
I also wish I could communicate like women seem to be able to do. Don’t read into that too much. I think women have more interesting things to say than men do in most cases.
Maybe it’s just me never having anything interesting to say, but insisting on saying it lots.
