Dog nails trimmed.
That’s the best I can do today.
Fuck it.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 2222 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Comics: Cyber Force v2 15, Codename Strykeforce 14, Ballistic 1, Cyber Force & Codename Strykeforce - Opposing Forces 1 (forces of forces of forces of forces of wait, what? Vampires? What the F, Ballistic?)
Music: The Information, BeckSo, apparently, there was a line noise issue.
Well, rather, there wasn’t a line noise issue, and then they did their maintenance, which drastically changed noise levels on the line, and meant I needed a whole new run into my house.
I guess that was planned out well then, wasn’t it?
Assholes.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 625 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Comics: Cyber Force v2 13-14, Codename Strykeforce 0, Ripclaw 3
Music: Infiltrate Destroy Rebuild, CKYMotherfuckin’ Cogeco.
Tuesday, there’s two Cogeco vans at the end of the street that pull up while I’m walking the dogs. There’s no way that’s good, and sure enough, we’re out of internet for an hour.
Not terrible, listed as maintenance on the Cogeco website.
But then…
A Cogeco tech returns around 3:30 yesterday, roots around in the box in the neighbour’s yard and boom, we’re down.
Not a big deal, right? Site reads maintenance again, probably only be for a bit. Got me out of the last half hour of work.
Except, when I look again at four, dude’s gone. Box is still open; no sign of him.
And we’re completely out.
He never returns.
So, we pulled some strings with the internet company my wife works for and whose tech department I used to run, and get ourselves a hub, but man, let me tell you. I thought I was being nice going through front line staff first, assuming they’d prod Cogeco and find out there’s a local outage.
Nope. Turns out Cogeco already booked a tech – for two days from now. So now, we’re scrambling, trying to find places to work, figure out what to do with dogs, possible sick days, etc., and knowing how this game is played, I can already see the screwjob coming.
Because Cogeco booked the tech, with no prompting from us, that means that it either is an area issue that for some inexplicable reason they’re willing to leave that way for days or they know they fucked something up specific to our line and put in early. Unfortunately, I also know our provider didn’t ask for anything, which means when things go sideways, there’ll be no recourse to escalate, because we never opened anything, even if Cogeco scheduled their own tech (who could no show on the grounds that we’re a third party and not a Cogeco client, and that any and all dispatches have to go through our provider).
To think, I know these people. I didn’t train any of them, because they were all customer service people forced into tech roles after I left, but damn, kids.
Do better.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1030 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday (a very important book that will leave you completely bereft)
Comics: Codename Strykeforce 12-13, Ripclaw 1-2
Music: Infected, The TheAnd now, I’m behind on literally everything.
I hate when I don’t get any time to read.
It’s crazy making.
I need it, like I need breath or food.
Fuck.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 107 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Cyber Force 9, Codename Strykeforce 9-10, Ripclaw 0.5
Music: Indestructible Object, They Might Be GiantsFun weekend. Maple farm, sugar shack, Mexican food.
Diarrhea.
Shit.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 165 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Cyber Force v2 7-8, Codename Strykeforce 7-8
Music: Indestructible, Rancid (fact: there has never been a bad Tim Armstrong song)I mean, I guess it’s worthwhile to go. I always make a point of it, but when literally no one you know or have heard of can defend or wants Doug Ford (and you know there must be people out there), you have to wonder how legit these wins are.
Low voter turnout, the surprise, unnecessary election to ensure he can “deal” with Trump.
I mean, bullshit. This guy is a bird of a feather with those assholes.
He’ll sell us out in a heartbeat if it means more slush money for him and his developer cronies.
Man, am I ever tired of corruption and stupidity. Am I ever tired of lies and flagrant disregard for the responsibility of being of service.
Because that’s what you’re supposed to be – a servant.
You’re in government because you want to help. You want to be of service.
You want to make the world a better place.
But these fucking Cons, man. They are a con.
All they give a shit about is lining their own pockets at our expense, and/or getting as much power as they possibly can.
What pieces of fucking shit.
Here’s to revolution, sooner rather than later.
Fuck ’em.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 3185 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Trust Me, I'm Lying, Ryan Holiday
Comics: Codename Strykeforce 2-3, Cyber Force 4-5
Music: In Your Honor, Foo FightersI’m taking the day.
It’s all been a bit much lately; it seems like everyone and everything is at odds.
Plus, I need an oil change, tire rotation and blood pressure medication renewal, so that means clinics and garages and money I don’t have.
Fuck.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 152 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force 0, Cyber Force/WildC.A.T.S. - Killer Instinct 1-2, Cyber Force v2 1
Music: In Utero, NirvanaI should show myself the bigger man, but I didn’t see the other guy.
He could be a right fat-ass.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 155 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force 1-4
Music: In Time - The Donnie Darko Edition, R.E.M. (I don't know where this came from and I can find no reference online... fan made?)The streets have big puddles. You came down the left/centre, on the far side from where my little rat terrier was pooping.
Suddenly, you veered right and soaked my beautiful baby pup, on a day where the temperature is below zero.
I don’t know if you heard or saw me as I flipped you off and called you a motherfucker, but don’t worry.
I’ve seen your car in the neighbourhood plenty of times, and I walk my dog every day.
We will find where you’re parked and when we do…
All I’m saying is sometimes those poop bags are pretty flimsy. Things happen.
Shrug.
Motherfucker.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1101 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: The Last Shadowhawk 1
Music: In Through The Out Door, Led Zeppelin