Random WTF\’s

OK first of all it\’s 9:15 in the morning. Had a long week at work and was actually looking forward to sleeping in. Except of course given the nonsense of my daily schedule as is, that\’s usually an impossible dream. Clearly my neighbors are awake too, because I can hear them a little too clearly. I\’m happy that they have a err rather active sex life in spite of their having two children and another one on the way. Good for them!
You know what\’s NOT good for me?


Having my pictures and what not on the walls end up crooked because to put it bluntly, he\’s fucking her so hard that MY walls are shaking!
I have some of their mail here, I\’m tempted to walk upstairs in my bathrobe and knock on the door.  In any case, I don\’t feel bad when I start singing random songs (off key no less) at the fullest volume I can muster.  😉

In other news, this I find much, much more appalling!  I mean seriously, WTF is wrong with society these days?  We have people protesting the Habs because they have an English speaking coach, yet american players (which isn\’t an issue of course).

Children being denied organ transplants from NON organ donor lists (they have family members who are willing to do so) because she\’s mentally challenged.  OK seriously?  This disgusts me on So. Many. Levels.  Who are you to deny a child the quality of life that all children deserve because you refuse to do the transplant?  Some Dr\’s are fucking arrogant!

Not to mention the conservative government of Canada denying gay marriage rights all of a sudden…  This article is quite an interesting read to say the least.  Dan Savage\’s quote \”Now if you\’ll excuse me I need to go wake up my husband and tell him we got divorced last night.\” is amusing, yet sad at the same time.  I as a person born and raised in Canada was so PROUD that we were forward thinking enough to have this finally be legal.  It was pretty freaking awesome when the province I call home hosted the first gay marriage ceremony.   Now?

Now I am ashamed.  Shame on you Canada for going back on your word and for fucking with the rights of others that you have NO business doing in the first place!  Do you really think that this is going to help you during election time?  Guess again mother fuckers!

I have no burning desire to have kids, I do however work with them everyday and I love them as if they were my own.  So when I happened to stumble upon this article I was disgusted by society as a whole.  Botox?  \’virgin waxing\’? Really?  Are we so caught up on what\’s alleged to be beautiful by societal norms that we don\’t care just how bad we\’re fucking with the minds of CHILDREN?!?  Granted as a 33 year old, I\’m pretty sure that my mom taking me to have my legs waxed might have come in handy because after all, hair stops growing back after a while…

I also remember as a child getting all freaked out over my own body hair (before I had that kind body hair) I mean my arms and legs…  I however said nothing and well I doubt my mom would have taken me to get waxed back then anyway.  Not that I had any clue what that actually was back then.  Now the only thing getting waxed these days is my eyebrows and even that I slack off on horribly more often then not!

On a final note, it\’s nice to know that I\’m not the only one who is plagued by idiots in their life…

PS: It\’s now 9:51am and they\’re still having sex…

The train wreck that was The Tea Party…

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Now don\’t get me wrong, I love the tea party, been a fan of theirs for a while  since high school, back in the dark ages.  Not a die hard fan mind you but a fan none the less.  They\’re from Ontario and so am I.  I also love me some affordable concerts!  The one thing that I love about this city is that there\’s a mixed bag of venues from the huge ass Montreal hippodrome that U2 infused over 3 million cool one\’s into the now defunct site to host a huge ass concert (apparently it\’s due to be demolished soon after the show after being there for over a century) that I missed (which I\’ll get to in a moment) the bell center  which is the most common place for concerts or more intimate and affordable venues such as the Corona Theater (where I had the opportunity to see Finger 11 in January and it was AMAZING!) and Metropolis which I had never set foot into until Thursday night.

The Corona, much like Metropolis is a theater gem that you don\’t see anymore these days.  Both locations are historic and neither one of them are in the most sought after neighborhoods either.  However if  I had to choose what neighborhood I\’d rather be in any time of the day the red light district of Montreal ISN\’T It.  I love ghetto trash, I find this innate charm in those areas and maybe on a different day I would have been inspired.  Except I wasn\’t armed with my camera, capturing the real gritty ways of Montreal which is always interesting.   I was on a mission to pick up show tickets to see the tea party.  I was on the fence about going originally and should have trusted my instincts.  After checking out their set list and seeing quite a few of their songs that I loved and a mere $40.00/ticket I decided that since I couldn\’t go see U2 because that was sold out,  an event that I didn\’t realize had more tickets left, I would still get to see a band that I have had  some affection for.

I was tired and not really feeling up to it but determined to go thinking that once I got there I would have a good time.  Because that\’s usually the way.  I do however hate general admission concerts as a rule.  I\’ve been to three and I\’m pretty sure that Thursday\’s show was going to be my last.  Evidently I\’m too old, cranky and tired to go to a GA concert on a work night anymore lol.

Anyway moving along…      

Show starts at 8pm with The Reason opening.  I thought it started at 8:30 and ended up coming in just as they were finishing up their last song of the night so can\’t really comment on them.  Although I will say that from the little I did see, they seemed to really work the crowd and had a positive energy about them.  Then that\’s when the wait started.  The downfall to smaller stages is that you\’re not able to set up several groups at one time.  I get that.  However waiting almost a fucking hour  for TTP to arrive on stage after the reason\’s tear down and sound check was beyond ridiculous!  I should have carted my ass upstairs and grabbed a balcony seat, however for some reason I didn\’t.  The crowd was getting restless (with good reason) and my patience was running out and I was starting to get pissy.  I was already tired, it was almost 9:30 pm (you know an hour and a half after the show started) and my feet were killing me.  It\’s bad enough that I\’m on my feet all day at work, but at least there I\’m productive.  Yes I know I could have sat down, however I feared I would fall asleep from sheer boredom.  If anyone thinks this is impossible, trust me it\’s not.  I\’ve passed out in some pretty \’creative\’ places before.

I contemplated leaving before they even came on but that would have been a huge waste of money and time for nothing.  Turns out it was anyway but I digress.  So there they were, the tea party, on stage FINALLY.  The dissapointment was evident right from the start.  Mostly due to the sound guy!  The sound in there was shit.  I know it varies from place to place and where you\’re located and blah blah blah, however you would think that the technician would have a fucking clue!  It was ridiculously loud which is appropriate for a concert except that you could barely hear them over their instruments.  So between this static-y, white noise effect coming from God knows where and the douche bag who was whistling at a decibel that was  so shrill, I had to put my fingers in my ears (like one of my kids at work) to stop myself from punching him in the face my ear drums from taking a bigger beating then necessary, it was hardly enjoyable.  To top it all off, the guy in front of me was practically having an orgasm and was flinging his hair to and fro and sprayed his sweat on my face more then once and he was NO WHERE NEAR naked enough or hot enough to be doing so!

From a musical standpoint, they played well.  Although Jeff Martin, the ego-eccentric lead singer lacked passion and looked like he would rather be anywhere but there.  Not unlike myself!  I wasn\’t the only one who thought so either.  On the bands facebook page someone else had the balls to say exactly what I was feeling.  Interestingly enough, when I looked today, wouldn\’t you know it, any negative, less favorable comments about the concert Thursday night had been deleted.  Can\’t handle the truth boys?  The reviews that I had seen were a mixed bag ranging from sheer elation to absolute dissapointment.  Of course, anything that was less then someone gushing about how awesome they weren\’t were was removed.  I didn\’t have a bad time per say, although I have to say on a scale of one to ten I would have to give them a 3.  In fact, I didn\’t even stay to the end.  I was so UN-inspired, that I left early even knowing that two more of my favorite songs were about to be played.

As I said to a friend of mine, it\’s like going on a date with someone that\’s almost perfect in every way only to find out that he\’s really, really bad in bed.

If the opportunity ever came for me to see them again, I wouldn\’t bother.  That was 4 hours of my life and $40.00 I\’ll never get back again.  I don\’t totally regret it, I just wish that I had trusted my instincts and not went.  Because if I hadn\’t, then I would be at the U2 concert this afternoon.  However, I couldn\’t cough up the funds sadly since I have bills to pay.  Even though I have a feeling that $70.00 would have been MORE then worth it to see them play.  Unlike the tea party.  Although the live experience has tainted them for me on one level, I\’m not going to shun their studio recordings.  I\’m still a bit flabbergasted that there was so many people who were all OMFG this was better then meeting God in person!  Although, they do say that love is deaf, dumb and blind… Clearly these people are just that.

 Edit:

To the ass bag that commented that *I* didn\’t know how to use facebook: FUCK YOU.  The comments that weren\’t favorable WERE removed.  So get a fucking clue before you start shooting your mouth off about things that you clearly know nothing about.  Anyone who knows the tea party knows that Jeff Martin is horrendously egotistical.  Clearly your loyalty has made it UN-able for you to read.   

Energy Vampires

I stumbled upon an article on gossipbook crackbook facebook the other day Via Rebekah who got it from someone else.  Anyway the article titled:

How Energy Vampires Drain Your Spirit and Soul

11 Ways to Protect Yourself From Negative Influences

Made a whole lot of sense to me.  OK granted I know a lot of people who blog that use it as their space to vent/un-load (myself included) for whatever reason.  I pay for this space, ergo I feel that I should be entitled to post what the hell ever I deem fit.

Right?

Fair enough.  If anything I have to say gets anyone down that much, they don\’t have the read anything that I write.  Writing is therapeutic for most people.  I personally do it because it\’s my outlet, a way to express myself to no one in particular other then whomever happens to stumble upon my blog that day.  We all have problems, we all have issues and we\’re all a little crazy no matter how \”normal\” you might like to think you are.

Society is hard core fucked up you know!

Anyway, back to what I was saying.

Energy vampires.

So. Many. Of. Them. Infect. My. Life.

DO. NOT. WANT.

Essentially I\’m tired of people expecting other people to blow sunshine up their ass every damn day!  Learn to be self reliant and find your OWN form of happiness!  I can drum up several examples of people who post status updates on facebook/titter/their blog whatever social media outlet you choose; that scream: PITY ME!  FEEL SORRY FOR ME!  FIND A MAN/WOMAN/S\’HIM/WHATEVER THE HELL I\’M ATTRACTED TO FOR ME! PRAISE ME! MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!  ACKNOWLEDGE  ME!  PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEEE!

I have since blocked these people from my news feed because quite simply I can\’t take their self centered bullshit any longer.  People like that NEED HELP.  Usually because they have no self esteem/self worth.  Why can\’t you just be happy with YOU.  Why is a requirement for other people to make you happy?  Who has time for that?

I really wish people would learn to get off their asses and learn to be self sufficient for a change!  Life is what YOU make it, not what others do!  Be INSPIRED by others to do something good for yourself/others.  Only YOU can make this happen at the end of the day.

Please, please!  GET. OVER. YOURSELF.

Google is your friend!  Having a shitty day and need a laugh?  GOOGLE!  Bored, want something to do? GOOGLE!  Learn, educate yourself, amuse yourself, do something worthwhile because YOU can!  Christ don\’t sit on your ass and expect other people to do it for you.  Otherwise you\’ll find yourself in the \”energy vampires\” category ergo someone I can\’t stand anymore.

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on a totally random/semi-unrelated note.  I stumbled upon this interesting article on a very smart octopus.  Working as a Chef usually means your going to stumble upon squid of some form in your life.  I refuse to eat them because I see what they look like BEFORE they hit your plate.  At least now I can justify it by saying that some of them are smart.  However  even though I said this was semi-un-related, Otto seems to be an attention whore too.  Not so random after all.

Heh.

Canada post is Le Suck!

Dear Canada Post,

You are a huge ass, fucking douchebaggery filled, ball sucking, ass monkey.

I bought a new Camera, it\’s pretty fucking sweet as a matter of fact.  So I being the good awesome, fucking exceptional friend that I am…  I told my buddy fucker that I would send him my old one.  As is, free of charge.  It\’s kind of crappy from being dropped too many times and the automatic flash don\’t work for shit but it still takes awesome pictures when it it\’s not being douchy decides to co-operate.  I even included my grossly over-priced XD memory card (cost me $40.00 for 1GB bah!) because my shiny new camera actually takes regular memory cards (it\’s about damn time Olympus!) and a mini tripod in case he wants to make some home porn be in the picture properly using the self timer function.  You know instead of standing in a mirror like a fucking douche.

So on Saturday (the 16th of October) I dutifully and lovingly packed up my camera, using fragile tape and everything and headed off to the post office.

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Yeah you see what I did there?  His real name is Adam, I call him Fucker.  It\’s a term of endearment.  Really.  I love the guy~  See look:

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I even sent it EXPRESS because I\’m awesome like that.  So I texted Fucker to tell him that I mailed out his package and said goodies and it should be there by Tuesday/Wed latest.  Well you can imagine my surprise when I got home from work this afternoon and I get a notification slip from you douche-bags saying I have a parcel and could I please hand over $9.41 (cash only of course) to pick this up.  Seeing as I have NO ID at the moment and have ALL my packages sent to work because I live there, happen to be around when delivery men show up therefore ensuring that I get my package.

So I hop onto Canada douchebaggery post.com with the tracking number to have some sort of a clue whom this might be from.  Well Lo and fucking behold it\’s a package from Fucker!  Who lives in Kitchener, that\’s how I knew.  Except according to this which transcribes to: YOUR PACKAGE WAS SENT BITCH and the tracking I so dutifully took a screen shot of:

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According to that, it was successfully delivered!  Except that\’s NOT. TRUE. FUCKERS.

So essentially let me break this down:  Apparently one of your tight ass postal workers doesn\’t appreciate my calling MY friend Fucker and thought it was a personal affront to you?  No you see if that was a random attack on one of you postal workers I would have done something like this instead:

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But you see, I didn\’t.  Basically your just trying to ass rape me for money.  Do I look like a fucking ATM to you?

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I don\’t fucking think SO!  You know what really kills me though you douchebag ass monkeys?  It cost me $8.54 to mail it.  Yet to have it sent back to me it\’s $9.41?  Please tell me how THAT works out?  So I had to shell out money to send it there, and because your carrier/delivery person has some deep seated fucking issues and needs therapy, I have to pay $9.41 to have it sent back to me and then pay you AGAIN (yes that would be three fucking times!) so that my poor friend fucker can have a digital camera to capture precious memories such as him dancing around in his underwear his adorable children?

I sent you a really snarky e-mail.  I anticipate your reply, and possibly someone pissing in my mail box.  Which would be quite the feat.  I\’m looking forward to calling up the Ombudsman and nailing your asses to the wall for your fucking douchbaggery.

Just thought I would let you know.  I\’m good like that.

Love,

Steph