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August 14, 2008
on assholery
This is really more of a letter to Peter than a blog post, but instead of sending it to him at work I decided to put it here. Lucky for you all.
The neighbours across the street (the annoying ones who yell at the children, not the nice Lebanese grandparents with the immaculate lawn) are listening to the kind of death metal that sounds like the singer is vomiting, or a monster from Ghostbusters. Or vomiting up a bunch of Ghostbusters monsters. Earlier they were listening to Kid Rock singing about how they used to listen to Sweet Home Alabama all summer long. Can't decide which is less tolerable. Probably the latter, since with the former I at least can't make out words. Wait, now they've changed to the kind of guitar-heavy metal I can handle. Wonder how long that will last.
I don't want to cook tonight. Can we eat leftovers? Or get sandwiches from Green Island? It's times like these I curse Dave Nichols or Loblaws or whomever is responsible for discontinuing those Ancient Grains veggie burgers I liked so much. I also blame them for the fact that our barbecue may not work anymore, because the veggie burgers disappeared right around the last time we barbecued anything, and so clearly there's a connection.
Oh, we're back to vomiting monsters. And they turned it up even though they're no longer outside on the porch. Clearly these people are trying to be assholes, but as the Yoda said, there is no try. Only do. Holy crap, I can hear their front window rattling. I'm not even kidding.
While I'm in a ranty mood, here are a few photos I took in the studio this morning while working on my collaboration with Jessica. This one is for my American friends who think I'm down on their country all the time: here is one area in which I'll freely admit it's better to live in the States than in Canada. Notice the difference in cost to send something from Windsor to Omaha versus sending that exact same something from Omaha to Windsor. Of course I get back and then some all the extra money I send on shipping with the private health insurance I don't have to buy, but still. Our dollars are at par. Why aren't our stamps?*
*rhetorical question; please don't explain, I know why not stamps. It just seems sometimes like Canada Post is a total cash grab.
Posted by jodi at August 14, 2008 03:17 PM | categories: assholes
Comments
I can live with "cheap postage" as a good enough reason to stay put and not move to Ontario. ;-)
Posted by: NWJR at August 14, 2008 07:34 PM
Last year I sent a small package to my mother, just one island over from mine. It was a Swallowtail Shawl, so not heavy. They have a deal that mail between these islands doesn't have to go to a main distribution centre, and yet I still had to pay over $7! WTF?
Posted by: Bethany at August 15, 2008 11:43 AM