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On Greetings

May 15, 2009

It always amuses how people greet me when I’m answering the phone at work.  The range and variety is almost as amusing as the lack thereof. 

My absolute favourites are definitely when someone opens with “Hey, how’re you?” … and then launches into the cause of their call without actually pausing for a response.  I inevitably find myself torn between Just Doing My Job and cutting in to answer the question they asked regardless of their persuit of the actual content of the call…  After all, they did ask.



May 13, 2009

…isn’t something I really get.  I’m more loquatious than 160 charachters, and tend to ramble.

I suspect the rambling is actually 2/3 the amusement, in fairness, ’cause the actual stories are only occationally that entertaining.

Back on track, though, I did find this, which is among the most amusing twitter accounts I’ve ever seen.  That and a few other celebrity twitterers make the case, really, ’cause even bloggers that’d be interesting in pageform aren’t that amusing in concentrated snippets.

Mexico – Daytime

May 10, 2009

So, uh, Internet … I neglected to mention going to Mexico at the end of Hols.


I went with Mother, my Godmother, Dorara, and her family. Her husband, Rilan, had set up the entire trip, and their two girls, Mererewana and Jurupari came along, as well as Mererewana’s husband, Ngurvilu.

Most of the trip was Jurupari and I partying, occationally with Ngurvilu joining us. Mererewana had recently discovered she was pregnant with “Blueberry” and was starting to feel the effects of the pregnancy, so not only could she not come drinking with us, but she was also easily tired and unable to last long into the night.

We stayed at the Grand Riviera resort, about 20 minutes from Playa del Carmen, or an hour or so from Cancun. It’s a shockingly large resort, with two “sub resorts” contained. We took advantage of every inch of the place, the only spots I missed were the Saltwater Pool and

The days were great, Jurupari and I went to Playa del Carmen twice to go shopping and see the sights, as well as going on a day trip to Coba with her and Mother. We hiked all over the Maya city of Coba, as well as getting to climb the temple-pyramid “Nohoch Mul” to the top. 142 of the freaking hugest steps you’ve ever faced. For such a diminuitive people, they sure liked tall stairs. It was ridiculously hot, and we were all pretty damned sweat-soaked by the end of it, but it was totally worth it, even if I didn’t manage to convince Mother to climb the pyramid with Jurupari and I. We also swam in a cenote – oddly perfect temperature water; evenly cool from top layer down, but a challenge to swim in ’cause of the lack of salt: you’re not at all buoyant, and it’s cold & deep enough that they’re pretty worried you’ll cramp up and sink. They asked us all to wear life jackets, but I jumped in briefly to test it out sans-jacket to see what they were talking about. We were fed some tradidional Maya food at a local place there and generally experienced the culture adequitely. It was a great time.

Playa del Carmen was a fun town, moreso once we got off the main tourist drag. I got myself a hammock, as well as a box of cigars and a few other things like that.  I did save buying Tequila until I was at the airport for our flight home, because I wanted it in my carryon rather than my checked baggage.  Oddly, that decision didn’t cost me nearly as much as I expected it to.


May 10, 2009

I’m back on the phones, folks. Yet again, I’m the last grasping hand reaching out to distressed motorists across BC.

I started today in style, getting stuck explaining to one old woman that I couldn’t sign her up for Honda Roadside. “I don’t work for them, m’am, I can’t sign you up for a service we don’t offer…” Was replied to with “But you can just do it through the computer.”  When I began to try and explain that we don’t have access to someone else’s computer system I got a plaintive wail of “But the commmpuuuuter!”

Old people + technology = hilarious.


May 6, 2009

Back at the road assist company, I have a hard time suppressing the urge to thank customers whenever a geriatric member calls in to cancel their memberships because they’re too old to drive.

After all, I’m very much grateful they’re no longer subjecting us to their driving, for all that it seems a shame to be told/find out/decide that one is too old to drive; the rest of the world is very grateful that such folk are no longer on the road.  After all, there’s ten times as many who’ve just not realized yet, still on the roads and even one less is a marvelous thing.

Flight Home

April 30, 2009

I’ve now encountered the only thing more irritating than an irate infant on a flight.


Seriously, who the hell brings one along  with them?  The horrid little creature spent the entire flight making godawful high-pitched yipping and yapping and whining noises, while the owner tried ineffectually to keep it quiet and under control.

Oh, Internet…

April 29, 2009

It’s been a while.

I’m not always good at staying current, especially when I have a lot to discuss. AND HOLY BALLS, I DO. I’ve thrown two parties since Mean Streets – “Stereotypes” and “Cold War,” been to three concerts (World/Inferno Friendship Society, Hawksley Workman, and Shout Out Out Out Out), had a drug filled evening, had a liquored-up adventure, installed a hammock on my deck, got some locks re-keyed, and generally wrapped up “second” year in style.

Tomorrow, I fly back to Vancouver, and on the 4th, I start work again.

I miss you, Internet, I’ll write you again soon.  I promise.