In the 22 days since I last posted, I got a new job in Guelph as a supervisor, had Christmas in Timmins, and got sick twice. I'm in the middle of sickiness bout #2, which is odd for me. Run-down? Maybe, but it's a hell of a time for it to start considering I report to work at my new job next Tuesday.
Christmas in Timmins was fun. (I went sliding/sledding!) It was my wife's first time away from North Bay for the holidays, and the first time that my brothers and I were all home for the holidays at the same time in about four years. K. had fun, though I knew that she missed being home. The drive back to North Bay was brutal, as there were a lot of people on the road, and a lot of them driving at or below the speed limit. So painful. One of my presents was "Lies, and the lying liars who tell them", by Al Franken. Incredible piece of work, really, and I think that I shall post some quotes in a few days. Then, another medium for Bush Bashing was given to me, which is the George Bush calendar. It actually has a quote for every day of the year. In reading the camera, I've come to the conclusion why so many comics expend little effort in going after this guy. He does most of the damage to himself.
Which really makes me wonder why people ignore it. But that's another story, and I'm all sicked out.
Later.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Monday, December 06, 2004
Rurality, meetingosity, and the trafficking of cows.
The English language may not be dead, but it is certainly choking on a piece of meat. Now that the likes of Pierre Berton (RIP) have ridden off into the sunset, there are less and less "groups of folks" (thank you President Bush) to adminster grammatical heimlich manouevers.
Some examples: The other day, while visiting Halifax, President Bush referred to the ban of Canadian beef by American special interest farmers that just want to be able to gouge American consumers... and I quote:
"I don't know if you've got bureaucracy here in Canada or not, but we've got one in America, and there are a series of rules that have to be met in order for us to be able to allow the trafficking of cows back and forth," he said. "So we're working as quickly as we can. And I understand the impact it's had on your industry here."
Trafficking of cows? What the hell? I don't remember the last time I felt the urge to snort a whole side of beef. I'm absolutely blown away.
Today in a meeting about servicing rural and remote regions, a colleague referred to the "rurality" of the situation. At that point, the meetingosity of the whole situation became too much for me and I started sniggering a fair bit.
These are just some examples of the English language gone bad. I'm not prince in this respect, but most of my maligning is usually deliberate. These folks aren't even trying.
Snerg.
Some examples: The other day, while visiting Halifax, President Bush referred to the ban of Canadian beef by American special interest farmers that just want to be able to gouge American consumers... and I quote:
"I don't know if you've got bureaucracy here in Canada or not, but we've got one in America, and there are a series of rules that have to be met in order for us to be able to allow the trafficking of cows back and forth," he said. "So we're working as quickly as we can. And I understand the impact it's had on your industry here."
Trafficking of cows? What the hell? I don't remember the last time I felt the urge to snort a whole side of beef. I'm absolutely blown away.
Today in a meeting about servicing rural and remote regions, a colleague referred to the "rurality" of the situation. At that point, the meetingosity of the whole situation became too much for me and I started sniggering a fair bit.
These are just some examples of the English language gone bad. I'm not prince in this respect, but most of my maligning is usually deliberate. These folks aren't even trying.
Snerg.
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