A Moment Of...

To this day I still can't describe it. That feeling when I realized I had been let down by the same person who had done it before. You could call me selfish for having and accepting this feeling, but I'd disagree. On the biggest day of my life I was let down. That hurts. I've heard the phrase "You only truly know someone once you've traveled with them", and I would have agreed with you 100%. I would have. I would say this is true 95% of the time now, maybe less, I don't know. There is much simplicity in making a phone call, typing an email, writing a letter. As someone who would step in front of a moving truck for a friend, I can't imagine what could keep someone from attempting the simplest means of contact.

It was good. Great at its best.

College strike apparently for the student's benefit???

March 7th strike begins and both sides don't speak again until March 20th... how is not talking improving the quality of education?

Faculty asking for more money... they work 14 hours per week maximum! The only prep time they need is for classes with topics that change... and really is it that drastic? Marking exams should be easy as you can do everything in a multiple choice... I mean... lets be honest... universities do it and degrees are seen as better than diplomas. Do the math. Also, this basically means my tuition goes up... AGAIN.

There was talk of having replacement teachers... while I was not a supporter of this to begin with because it contradicts everything this strike is about (improving education), I am seeing it as the only option we have left and hope it happens. Hell, I'll even carry a baseball bat and help replacement teachers cross the picket line. I'm dead serious.

Faculty want smaller class sizes... look at it this way... in university I was in a class of 1200... Health Sciences 021 was held in Alumni Hall at UWO. You have 35 people... thats 1165 LESS students... WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!?

No news coverage supporting faculty... I don't need to support this do I?

Students in danger of losing semester... how does this improve our education?

This is all I can post right now without completely losing it. I'm sure I'll have more later. This is complete bullshit and I can't understand how the strike has gone on for so long.

The Need for 7-Eleven's...

For starters, I really like living in Oakville. There are a ton of trails, its pretty clean, and we hardly get any snow. However, there are a couple things that piss me off about Oakville. Number one... the cost of housing. I'm not in any real position to get super pissed, seeing as I'm going to be broke for the next couple years, but its still annoying. Number two... not enough bars. But probably the most annoying thing about Oakville is the lack of a 7-Eleven. The closest one is in Burlington... 16 kilometres (10 miles) away. The last house I lived in was within 100 metres of a 7-Eleven, and it was the greatest thing ever. Thanks to my insulated mug (purchased at 7-Eleven of course) I could buy 1.53 litres of cool, refreshing fountain soda and it would stay cold for 6 glorious hours! While I was moderately happy with their chip selection (7-Eleven doesn't stock Humpty Dumpty) it was the fountain soda that I went there for. I am now stuck with a Hasty Mart, and the not-as-satisfying bottled soda. Oakville NEEDS a 7-Eleven! So if anyone has an extra few dollars sitting around and is looking for something to do, purchase a 7-Eleven franchise and make us Oakvillians happy. Bring on the fountain soda!

Its been a while...

There haven't been any posts in the last while for one reason. I didn't know what to write about. Thats it. Simple. I was also trying to think of a way to make this blog a bit different and all that... but then I thought... its a blog, its supposed to be about random thoughts and all that stuff. So here are some random thought like stuff...

... Pearl Jam continues to amaze me. Even their early stuff which I've heard quite a few times in my day. How can a band be that good? Not one day have I regretted my tattoo.

... For $6500 of my own hard earned money, I should not be busting my ass to find myself a placement. The title "Placement Coordinator" means something... doesn't it?

... Some people amaze me. Not in a good way. I'll leave it at that.

... Almost went to my first strip club last night, but they were closed.

... I am loving running right now. The fact that this winter has not really been a winter and its 11 degrees out today could be a couple reasons, but I love it. Took a while to get back here, but its here and I ain't slowin' down for nothin' this time.

... I cannot wait for "Again to Carthage" to finally come out! Its the book I've been waiting about 7 years for.

For now, that'll do. You may see other stuff posted in line with the above "observations", and you may not. Depends on how productive I feel. Although, it being 11 degrees and sunny outside, I can guarantee you this is the only post today!

Pierre Maguire.... WHAT?

Pierre Maguire - What a knob. This guy cannot commentate to save his own life. He's awful. I'm sure he knows a lot about hockey and thats great... way to go Pierre. But honestly. Do I have to listen to him describe Mark Staal as a "human eraser" or other such tripe? I shouldn't. Gord "Three Chins" Miller isn't that bad, but I swear all they go by each game is a piece of paper with a couple tidbits of information on it that they keep repeating. Its the only reason I know that some Finnish acne-laden teenager named Tuuka Rask is a draft pick of the Toronto Maple Leafs. 'Cause thats all he knows. I'm done with him.

I just don't like commentators who are hired just because they know something about the sport. I know a bit about running, but I would never be a commentator for the World Championships or Olympics. Why? Because I'm not a commentator. I know that. I'm alright with that. Pierre thinks he's good, along with a bunch of others who rely on stupid comparisons, similes, and mindless dribble that means absolutely nothing. Its annoying. Its fake, and people can tell. You can't make it as a coach? You can't make it as a commentator? Take that as a sign!!! You know a lot about the sport but are not good enough to be in it. FIND ANOTHER HOBBY!!!