Meanwhile, on my Twitter feed: "NHL's Phoenix Coyotes goalie Mike Smith gets puck stuck in pants, scores own goal in OT". Riiiiiiiiiight... Remind me again why I don't watch hockey?

Hindustani coworker: You have plans for Christmas?

Me: Watch cricket!

Hindustani coworker: Cricket? You are watching cricket?

Me: Pakistan vs Sri Lanka... er... I better go put that pallet jack away.


Perhaps my interest in Pakistani cricket is not the best way to connect with my three standoffish Hindustani coworkers.

Facebook comments:

Hassaan: start watching India vs SA, that might help you.

Me: I'm not sure it would... I cheer for SA.

Catholic coworker: You have plans for Christmas?

Me: Nah, I don't celebrate Christmas.

Catholic coworker: How come?

Me: I don't think the Scripture supports it.

Catholic coworker: Fair enough.


Wow. Catholics really have come a long way.

MashaAllah, the ice jam just went! Now I can go to bed. Sweet, sweet, beautiful sleep... thank you Lord.

Definite improvement in the flow of water over the last two hours. If this trend continues, everything should be back to normal in 12 or so. Sigh...

My surly coworker called me a "sassy kid". Can you imagine how surly someone has to be that I look like a "sassy kid" in comparison?

Aaaaaaaaaaaand... the pipes are almost frozen again. I guess this is not the day I catch up on my sleep after all.

One cricket commenter to the other: What was the most pleasing aspect of the game for you so far?


I would have to say: not being at work. The best part of cricket is definitely that I'm NOT at work when I watch it.

Funny, when I set L'Internationale as my alarm clock I wasn't even thinking about the words: "debout, les damnés de la terre". How apt...

I don't suppose there's any hope of getting my Economist this week, either...

While it may be theoretically possible to be "a good person" without believing in God, believers can keep on being gracious long after our own patience and kindness have run out, strictly through the arm of the Lord that sustains us. The Lord is merciful and compassionate - I sure as hell ain't.

Dear God, WHY do I have to wake up and go to work AGAIN today? All I ever do is get up and go to work. Please let me sleep, work. I need sleep.

Me: Google.

Google: Yes, Dave.

Me: Shahid A

Google: Shahid Afridi net worth.


Seriously???? Well now I feel bad for the guy. All that fabulous hair and the first thing people want to know is how much money he has. How sad...

Fuck j'm'en câlisse des nouvelles... Please tell me there's some good cricket on the feed.

Sur mon feed aujourd'hui: "Kim-Jong-un est quelqu'un de formidable". Et les gens me harcèlent parce que je m'intéresse à Imran Khan... Douchebaggery.

I was dreaming that I really needed a cup of coffee. I'm THAT tired. Sounds like a good day to be stuck at work for 11 hours... NOT. >8(

Back to bed for four hours and then back to work. FML.

I need to figure out a way to get updates from 3rd ODI inconspicuously while sitting in church. Within 10 minutes. Any ideas?

Firefox installs a browser hijackers, calls it "safety and stability update". Sounds like I need a new browser AGAIN.

Cricket is like chocolate. Too complicated to have been invented by accident, and not much good as a sleep aid.

Asad: Which is your favourite team?

Me: Pakistan ODI squad.

Asad: But currently Pakistan is on 4th or 5th rank.

Me: So? My team at work is dead last in our district, so I can hardly point fingers. But really it's because I study Urdu by reading news stories and cricket stories are the easiest ones to read. The second thing I ever read in Urdu was "Misbah ul-Haq."

Asad: (the next morning) InsHAllah my team Pakistan will win next world cup.

Me: InshaAllah. What my team at work needs is a better captain.

Asad: I think our captain always batting well. Today also.

Me: I hope they'll replay the match on my cricket feed later today, can't watch it now because I have to go to church. Hopefully we win!

Asad: Pakistan 327 Sri-Lanka 44-3 8 Overs

Me: (after church) Wow. How did Sri Lanka collapse like that?

Asad: Pakistan have world best bowling attack.

Me: I like to watch Junaid bowl. He has a certain elegance.

Great. I get the feed working just in time for commercials. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

And why in the world is Rahul Gandhi trending on Twitter????

All right, Windows. I just spent 1 1/2 hour undoing all your stupid updates. Now let me watch cricket or so help me, I will buy a Mac.

And just in case I get any ideas that things might get better now, Windows Updates found a way to turn itself back on.

I thought I had a lousy week. Then I read the news and it got lousier. The Lord is merciful and compassionate.

MashaAllah, I'm finally off work for 36 hours. I've never been so glad to get to the end of a duty cycle.

You know, with all my vast experience of cognitive-behavioural therapy, everything I know about how the brain works, iron-clad reality testing, and a winking emoticon at the end of every sentence, I still can't convince my brain that people are joking when they promise me something that my brain wants but I know is patently impossible. So I can see how people who are less suspicious of their brains come to believe anything and everything.

Imran Khan should do a weekly podcast so I could listen to it.

Asad likes this.

Me: You can tell him I said that, Asad. I'll drink my coffee while listening to it.

Asad: Yeah I said him and he give message for you that first give your half coffee to Asad then he'll do.

Me: Ok I'll mail you some coffee. I hope you like your coffee cold and stale.

Me: Don't mail, bring here then I can have coffee and you can have Imran Khan.

Me: Sounds like a fair deal to me. LOL

There are two ways to influence others: integrity, or bullying. The less integrity we expect of everyone, the more we will have to make do with bullying. Cause and effect.

K I lied. NOW just one last look. For real.

Ok, one last look through my collection of handsome dude photos and then I'm getting ready for work. Promise.

Everything went better than expected at the bank. I'll tell you the long story later because I want to sleep, but I was able to collect the rent for January and 2/3 of the money she owed me. MashaAllah.

And now, off to the bank to see if the post-dated cheques I got from the roommate are any good.

Holy crap. I don't know who that guy is who's talking to the pope but is he ever HOT. Kinda startled me first thing in the morning.

(Slightly later:) San Lorenzo de Almagro team president Matias Lammens. Haven't lost my stalking chops yet.

Setting L'Internationale as my alarm clock is the most evil thing I've ever done to myself.

Now that I know how to get ring tones on my new phone, it's almost a shame that no one calls me.

I've tweeted in four languages so far and facebooked in six. Not sure why I've never used the other two languages I can write...

In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to me,
“Flee like a bird to the mountains;
for look, the wicked bend the bow,
they have fitted their arrow to the string,
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.
If the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord’s throne is in heaven.
His eyes behold, his gaze examines humankind.
The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked,
and his soul hates the lover of violence.
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and sulfur;
a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.

The roommates seem to have given up on their house-warming party idea ever since I forcibly collected the rent from them. Or maybe they just un-invited me. Cause you know, nothing spoils a house-warming party like an ugly reminder that you have to pay your damn rent to live here.

I dropped my marbles and now two are missing. If this trend continues...

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. MashaAllah.

As soon as I hear the opening notes of "Hear ye Israel" my posture changes and my vocal apparatus moves into F# position. Pavlovian!

Yo Hay River... tell me again about the weather? LOL

For the benefit of my more recent Facebook friends, I will explain how the Imran Khan joke came about.

For nine years, I lived in a small, isolated town where no guy would go out with me. And every guy I asked for coffee never spoke to me again. So, it became a running joke in my life to say "I should ask (some guy) for coffee." The more unrealistic, the better.

Also, for unrelated reasons, I'm learning the entire history of the world.

Then, on 27 January 2013, I left the small isolated town and moved 2400 km away to Winnipeg. And the first thing I did was to go check out the nearest library to see what they had about world history. And in the world history section, sitting on a shelf facing out, there was a book with a photo of Imran on the cover. I recognized him because I often read about him in The Economist.

So I look at the book and it says "Pakistan: a personal history", by Imran Khan. Great. Pakistan is important in world history. I must read this book.

So I take the book home and I look at the photos of Imran inside, and I thought "hey, this dude is rather handsome. I should ask him for coffee." <---- remember, running joke about asking unlikely guys for coffee. Then further in the book, I find out that he's divorced. So I was like "hey, he's divorced! I REALLY should ask him for coffee!" <---- still part of my running joke, see?

Then, I followed PTI's Facebook page, to see what sort of politics he was up to, and from there I followed "Explore the Beauty of Pakistan", and it was beautiful, so I started sharing the photos of Pakistan on Facebook.

Then... Several of my French and Canadian friends started abusing me for my interest in Pakistan. Er... Why? What is it to you that I'm looking at beautiful photos of Pakistan? Douchebaggery...

Well, since they were harassing me, I got MORE interested in Pakistan. But of course I couldn't read most of PTI's campaign materials, because they're in Urdu. So instead of learning Farsi like I was supposed to (for the purpose of reading history), I started learning Urdu.

The first word I learned in Urdu was "tabdeeli". The first word I learned to read in Urdu was "Pakistan".

So now I can read news stories about cricket in Urdu. I still don't know a single thing in Farsi. And I've accidentally convinced my brain that I have a crush on Imran. Oops...

So now you know.

Asad: Interesting dear, Imran is very peaceful friendly man. One day you will must have coffee with Imran or you will make coffee with your hand for Imran every day.

Me: I don't think that would be good for Pakistan. You don't want Imran strung out on my coffee. LOL

Via Imran Khan (Official): "Down the memory lane: Peter O'Toole, who passed away, loved cricket and would join in when I practiced at Lords' Indoor Nets."

Me: Ok, tell me this isn't one sweet photo.

Nathalie: Thank you Elise. <3

Me: Je pensais bien que tu aimerais. :)

میں اردو سیکھ رہی ہوں۔

I finally discovered a website that discusses Urdu grammar. Immediately I learned some grammar. And then I understood why when I asked my Sikh coworker "why don't you ever use a pallet jack" he said "yes, I am using pallet jack." Because they use the same tense for either a habitual or ongoing situation. I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, when I broke up with my last ex and people (as in "the therapist I fired not long after") asked me "what I was looking for" in a man, I came up with the formula "calm, kind and competent." I think that narrowed my choices down to Jack Layton. So I should probably add 1) single, 2) not dead and 3) hot. (Not that Jack wasn't handsome.)

Here's the thing. My voice is soprano, my temperament is mezzo, and my ears are tenor. And I just sang a bass aria. I'm totally confused as to my vocal orientation.

There is an LCC church on my way to my ELCIC church. Maybe I should go there next week and see if their Advent services are actually Lutheran or just a bunch of papist superstition.

This would have been a good day to stay home from church.

When is the weekend in Pakistan? Friday and Saturday?

Asad: Saturday and Sunday.

Me: Why don't you have Fridays off? You'd think an Islamic Republic would have Fridays off. How do you go to Friday prayers if you have to work?

Asad: Yeah it would be friday off but Pakistan copy western government so Saturday and Sunday day offs. On Friday everyone have permission to go for Friday prayer and then back to office.

Me: Well, I'm disappointed.

Asad: We also. But it depends in different offices they give Friday half day 08 am to 12 pm like my office but we don't have Saturday off. Just have Sunday off in a week.

Me: Then you could go to Friday prayers AND church. Unless you're a Jew.

Asad: It's rule for all. Everybody same in Pakistan even Muslim, Christian or whatever.

Me: I'm gonna ask my connections in Iran when they take their weekend. There must be SOME country that takes Fridays off. Here employers are supposed to accommodate each person's religion. So in practice everybody gets to work any time their boss says so and pretend they're happy to be there.

Asad: In UAE, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Oman still Friday off. So many Islamic countries having Friday off. You are not happy with your job or what?

Me: I like my job but they keep making my schedule so I have to miss church, even though both by law and their own policies I have the right to time off for worship.

Asad: But Muslim have to attend 5 time prayer in a day even in job we can go to mosque for worship.

Me: According to Wikipedia:
- Afghanistan has Friday off and half-day Thursday
- Iran has Thursday and Friday for public offices but Thursday half-day for private sector
- Algeria, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Libya, parts of Malaysia, Maldives, Mauritania, Oman, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Syria, UAE and Yemen have Friday and Saturday.

And I work nights so the prayers wouldn't affect my job anyway.

Asad: If you have busy schedule of job you want to come Pakistan? What you wanna do here?

Me: Mostly I want to visit. It looks beautiful. Also have coffee with Imran Khan. LOL

Asad: Yup Wiki says right.

Me: Originally I wanted to go to Iran for graduate studies but that was before I read Imran Khan's book and got interested in Pakistan.

Asad: Yup Pakistan is so so beautiful especially our northern areas, southern sea side and my city Lahore so beautiful. You know Imran is our hero. Once I just shake hands with him when he came to my area for attend ceremony and did political speech.

Me: Wow! I don't know anyone else who's shaken hands with Imran! I shook hands with Jack Layton about a year before he died but he's not as famous as Imran.

Asad: Imran nowadays is single. I think he really want you come Pakistan.

Me: LOL I think he likes being single.

Asad: You know I am also a part of Imran Khan political party if you want see my picture I can show you. Lol

Me: LOL!

Asad: Nobody want to stay single.

Me: If he didn't want to be single I'm sure he could have any woman he likes. He likes being busy with politics.

Asad: I know he is interested in Pakistani tourists.

Me: My plan is that I'm learning the entire history of the world, and when I'm done, I'll write a book about it, and when it's published, I'll send him an advance copy. That should get his attention, right? LOL

Asad: Look at that picture. I am on right bottom. I work for Imran Khan political party in elections and they make my banner in street. Lol

Me: WOW! You're too cool.

Asad: LOL thanks. And when you gonna finish your book please tell me time only in months cause he want meet you within a year?

Me: Well so far I'm only as far as the 3rd millennium BCE so... it will be a while. Maybe by then I'll have enough money to get a plane ticket to Pakistan. Or 2400 BH. Also I haven't made much progress in learning Urdu yet.

Asad: BH mean? InshaAllah you will have what you want. I can teach you Urdu, love to see you as my student.

Me: BH = "before Hijrah". Not used as often as BCE ("before common era"). I can read cricket stories in Urdu. All the words are actually English. And yes the Lord blesses me with everything good. If He wants me to meet Imran, then it will happen.

Asad: Ok I take your test. Imran Khan ne Pakistan ko cricket world cup jeetwaya 1992 mai. What I say?

Me: I don't know "jeetwaya" but Imran Khan led Pakistan to victory in Cricket World Cup in 1992. By the way I heard Sachin Tendulkar wants to start a political party as well.

Asad: InshaAllah if you come to Pakistan you can meet Imran Khan easily. He is very friendly and calm brave man.

Me: InshaAllah.

Asad: Yeah you are so good. Jeetwaya mean Pakistan win in Imran's supervision.

Me: LOL That wasn't very hard.

Asad: Hmmm maybe I don't know much about Sachin what he want. I think he can't do that cause he is different kind of man and have different personality not like Imran Khan.

Me: Yeah but in India all the celebrities have political parties.

Asad: So I can't have that pretty student cause you already know.

Me: LOL You know my profile picture isn't an actual picture of me. (N.Ed. my Facebook profile picture is a screen capture from Captain Blood.)

Asad: hmmm let's see when he gonna start new party and what he wanna do for his public. I see you in your other pictures and you are beautiful

Me: Maybe some day the whole world will be run by cricketers. Then we can decide everything by ODI instead of war.

Asad: then I want to be part of that cricket team who rule and work for public and give healthy life style instead of bad environment

Me: InshaAllah.

Google+ kept harassing me to upload a profile picture so I uploaded this one. It told me. "Are you sure people will recognize you? This picture doesn't seem to have a face in it."

Er... Yeah, I'm pretty sure PEOPLE will recognize me, thank you. Computers, on the other hand, will not. I'm smart like that. (Also it demanded to know my gender so I told it "other". What are you, my stalker?)

Wow. 1) Onward Christian Soldiers does wake the crap out of you, and 2) my Awesome Voice Teacher is right: if you don't sing the Rs, the brain hears them anyway.

Now I feel like I have accomplished enough for one day. Maybe I should go back to bed.

Do Muslims listen to hideous remakes of ignorant ditties about the Prophet (PBUH) non-stop for a month of every year? Because if not I'm DEFINITELY moving to Pakistan.

I got bored and surly enough to figure out how to put music on my phone. Now I shall wake up to "L'Internationale" for work, "All We like Sheep" for voice lessons, "Onward Christian Soldiers" for church, and "Farewell of Slavianka" for ballet. InshaAllah.

You know what makes me feel lonely? Stress. Therefore in order to feel less lonely, I don't need a boyfriend, just less stress. Not one more asshole but a lot fewer assholes in my life. QED.

Protesters and social media can turn me against pretty much any cause. I'm pretty sure I didn't roll my eyes every time I heard "human rights" before I was on Facebook.

Google Translate translates "Sachin" as "Tendulkar". I find that incredibly patronizing.

Altogether this has not been a good week... and the next four will almost certainly be worse. Sigh.

I think I could charge my roommate under sections 380 (fraud), 356 (theft from mail) and 56.1 (unlawful possession of official documents). But I'll have to wait until at least tomorrow to see if Winnipeg Police will actually investigate it, or roll their eyes like Hay River cops.

So I pull out my driver's license to show the cable company and I realize, it's my old one. The new one with my current address never came in the mail. Or... did it? I have seen NO mail since we moved into this house except my Economist. I know the roommate is taking all the utility bills before I can see them... Hmmmm... What are the odds that the bitch stole my DRIVER'S LICENSE when it came in the mail? Considering especially that SHE has no DL because it was revoked years ago?

Luckily I had the latest Economist on me, with the date and my name and address printed right on it, and they accepted that as proof of address. Thank you, Economist. Now what would make my day is if there was any information about replacing a stolen license on the MPI website... you'd think that would be important.

That magical day when I have to get up early and take a 35-minute ride across town to pay in person the cable bill that the roommate set up IN MY NAME, hid the bills from me, kept promising the cable company to pay, and told me she paid "because it was the least she could do." The cable company advised me to charge her with fraud.

"Out of 1,000 venereal victims admitted to Saint-Lazare for the first time between 1890 and 1900 there were 177 declared prostitutes and 832 clandestine ones."

If I've learned one thing about history so far, it's that historians don't know anything about numbers. I think they make up dates with a ouija board.

Jan: Perhaps nine of them were clandestine prostitutes.

Me: I'm glad I have a friend nerdy enough to care about these mathematical details with me.

Ever since I started voice lessons in February, everyone's been nagging me about my tongue. Too high, too far back, too in the way, always too something. And I'm always choking on it. (Unlike epileptics, singers can choke on their tongue.) But finally I got something across to my Awesome New Teacher.

Teacher: Don't pull your tongue back.

Me: I'm trying.

Teacher: Try keeping the tip of your tongue against your front teeth.

Me: I can do that and still pull back.

Teacher: ?

Me: The tip of my tongue is ALWAYS against my front teeth. And my tongue is folded over it.

Teacher: Say what??

Me, putting my tongue flat like they keep telling me: Thith ith how far my tongue goeth if I don't.

Teacher: Aaaaaaaugggh! You should be in KISS!


So many people would have enjoyed that comment so much more than me...

Are all drag queens gay?

How to lie successfully.

1. Do it as little as possible. Your reputation for integrity is the best cover for your lies.

2. Conversely, don't lie to somebody who suspects you. They'll notice the slightest flaw in your logic.

3. Speaking of which, keep lies absolutely logical. Nothing gives away a lie like the fact that it's blatantly impossible.

4. Never forget anything - neither the lie nor the circumstances surrounding the lie, which will allow people to judge the logic of the lie.

5. If called on it, play it absolutely cool. Freaking out will convince everyone that you really were lying.

6. Don't bother lying to someone smarter than you. They'll destroy any story you can build up.

Me: So I went to Messiah on saturday.

Voice teacher: Don't say anything! Don't say anything! I don't want those songs stuck in my head!

Me: Ok.

Voice teacher: Phew.

Me: All we like sheep!!


I crack me up.

The concert was very good, by the way, though a lot faster than I'm used to for Messiah. The choir was the University of Manitoba Singers, which is not the one I auditioned for, and has a really nice sound. Their sopranos especially sound a lot cleaner than massed amateur sopranos. I'm thinking I'll have to take a music degree just so I can join that choir.

Dear pants: it's kind of you to notice my recent weight loss; however, the best time and place to compliment me by sliding effortlessly off my arse sua sponte is NOT when I'm shovelling snow in front of my house in -25 C and broad daylight. Kthxbai.

Ioana: Did you moon anyone?

Me: Luckily for my neighbours, I had a knee-length coat on over my pyjamas.

Look at my horse, my horse like sheep have gone astray!

I wonder if I can get "All we like sheep" out of my head by watching "Look at my horse".

All we like sheep!

Ok, that's about enough syphilis for today. I need a nap. All we like sheep!

All we like sheep!

Because why should I be the only one with this song stuck in my head?

o/~ All we like sheep! All we like sheep! o/~

Sindh Culture Day mubarak! Or something...

Asad: How you know about that?

Me: Because Imran Khan said so.

Asad: Yeah it was. You are a fan of Imran or anything special? :D

Me: I follow him on Facebook and Twitter. I think he has potential.

Asad: Inshallah one day he will arrive Pakistan on destiny if people always support. He is a great and brave leader. We love his voice of justice.

Me: InshaAllah.

This soprano reminds me of a treponema.

Tatelena: I can't believe your fb'ing during the concert lmao. I luff u more now aha

Me: Sorry to disappoint you but it was during intermission. :)

Tatelena: Still pretty badass

Everything went according to plan. Messiah me, Winnipeg.

Civilization did not develop anywhere yaws or syphilis were endemic. Think about it.

Deirdre: Depends on your definition of civilization. Syphilis came from the "New World" and I would say there were some pretty advanced civilizations there.

Me: Wherein I discover that I did not make sufficient note of the map of archaeologically attested yaws and syphilis in said New World on which I based my conclusion. DAMN! Thanks for pointing that out. Anyway the short story is that a) syphilis was endemic to North America, and not even all of it, while yaws was endemic further south; 2) in South America, civilization developed in cool, dry Andean climates, which do not favour yaws; and 3) the origin of the Maya civilization and the incidence of yaws in Mayans are not known.

(Later.) I'm pretty sure the author was Bruce M. Rothschild. I just can't find the right paper again.

(Later.) So I still can't find the original source but I did find where Rothschild & Rothschild show that syphilis evolved from yaws ca. 2000 ybp on the Colorado Plateau and then spread out, reaching as far as Ecuador by about 800 ybp, when Ecuadorean cultures were already ancient. Syphilis can thrive in any climate but yaws needs a hot, humid climate which does not occur in most of Ecuador. I stand by my original statement.

The good thing about today is, I rescued enough money from the my-roommates-are-cunts debacle to buy a ticket to Messiah, which I've never heard live before. The bad news is, I slept four hours. It's gonna be a looooooooong concert.

In case you're wondering what a C6 is, it's a semi-tone higher than the second-last note. I can't find a video in the same key I do it.

Things to do:

1. Learn entire history of the world.
2. C6.

That is all.

Ioana: Only two items on your to do list? C'mon you can do better!!

Me: I like to keep my goal-setting realistic.

I've had a song stuck in my head for weeks and Google can't find the lyrics. Oh, the humanity!

Winnipeg Transit on Twitter: "delays can occur quickly". Er...

Wait...

What??

This is the same phone I had for work at HRCPD and I remember now how much I hated it.

Well, after all the trouble I went to to pay the rent, including collecting, depositing and remitting the money, putting in all the cash I had, getting a payday loan because the two idiots don't even have that kind of credit, and keeping in constant contact with the very pissed off landlord for two days, the roommates thank me by... giving me the cold shoulder. It would hurt my feelings if I had any. >8(

Diana: What's their problem?

Me: Male roommate's problem is that he's been doing contract work and having a hard time collecting his receivables. Female roommate's problem is that she has no integrity whatsoever.

Megan: I thought Female Roommate was the good one. Or did I miss a move?

Me: Female Roommate was better than the schizophrenic one at the old house, and better than the Little Princess. She's a tolerable roommate in that she doesn't make much noise. On the other hand she's always touching other people's stuff, she steals food, she doesn't pay rent on time, and she has no integrity whatsoever.

Coworker (laughing): Elise, where does this go?

Me (laughing): Scanner says... End Cap 099.

Coworker (laughing): Where is that?

Me (laughing): It doesn't exist. It's never existed.

Coworker (laughing): So where do I put it?

Me (laughing): I don't know!

Coworker (laughing): Come on! Where do I put it?

Me (laughing): Ask your supervisor!

Coworker (not laughing): Shut up.

I'm just gonna posit that I'd feel much better if there was cricket on TV just now.

Dans tout ça, j'ai failli oublier de souhaiter une joyeuse Saint François-Xavier à mes consoeurs de Sainte-Marie. Jésuite un jour, jésuite toujours!

The good news is, I can scare both the roommates into paying their rent almost in full and almost on time. The bad news is, why do I have to scare them to get the rent?

Oh well. At least I can scare people. That's the main thing. MashaAllah.

The worst part of Monday is wearing your freshly-washed work clothes that are too tight and full of allergens. (Also seeing your boss.)

The new phone failed to wake me up. You had ONE job, you ugly piece of trash.

Asad: u need a kid, not alarm

Me: "InshaAllah." NOT! LOL My dog can wake me up just by looking at me, but she doesn't like me going to work so she never wakes me when I actually need to get up.

Now I know for a fact my Iranian "doctor" is not a real doctor. His prescriptions are COMPLETELY LEGIBLE. Charlatan!

I find people who see the world entirely in terms of how men abuse women exceedingly tiring.

Jaeda: I can't like this status enough. I hate social heroes who are going to save us all from domestic abuse and hate crimes.

You know what I love about Xmas? It's the longest possible time before more Xmas.

Even if I were ever going to date it certainly wouldn't be my roommate's friends. Anyone who's friends with her is obviously a poor judge of character.

Tatelena: Probably right. Lmfao

Me: Srsly in September she spent part of the rent, let the cheque bounce, didn't tell anyone, I found out from the landlord and had to pay what she owed him. November, she actually WAITED for the cheque to bounce before depositing rent money so he couldn't get it. Didn't tell me, I found out from the landlord and had to pay what she owed him. Plus she hides all the utility bills so I won't see them. I got Hydro to email me a copy and set up the online account so now only I have access to it. I managed to get one water bill. Still have never seen a cable bill. Then she made sure the new roommate gave her the money for December so I couldn't take off the utilities portion of his rent. So I emailed her a reconciliation of all the transactions since we moved in, showing how much she now owes; and the payment for the difference between what she owes + what she got from the new roommate and our actual rent. She has the nerve to ask me to put in "my whole share". Bitch, I've put in over $1100 MORE THAN my whole share so far so no, I'm not giving you one goddamn cent extra. Pay your rent or fuck off.

And as another example of her total lack of integrity, when her son was over and he was trying to quit drugs, she sent him to buy some for her. I told her that wasn't helping him and she said "so? He's my dealer." What a fucking bitch.

Me, singing from Exsultate Jubilate: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, FUCK.

That was the part where C6 missed again even though A6 was great. Nothing compared to what I said when the dog decided to express her opinion by pissing on her blanky again. You know what dog, with all the trouble I take for you, if you don't like my singing, you can fucking bite me.

Tired of assholes these days.

First Sunday of Advent, Year A. Three years ago I spent my first Advent as a Lutheran at Highwood Lutheran Church in Calgary, and what a lovely time I had there. And now on my first Sunday of Advent at my "forever home" church (if I may hope so), I was also the first person signed up for snow-shovelling detail. So I brought my steel-shod shovel and my ice cutter from home and started shovelling. Then Thor showed up and helped. Then Bryson showed up and helped. Between the three of us we cleared the entire property down to the pavement. It took about 75 minutes. Everyone was delighted, and since only my name is listed on the sign-up sheet... I got all the credit. The Lord is merciful and compassionate.