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Friday, October 31, 2003 I have the best father ever so I went over to my parent's house tonight, I wanted my mother to take in the sides on my hallowe'en costume. I left around midnight, 2 hours after my father had gone to bed and an hour after my mother. Around 12:30 I get to my block, and am feeling quite confident in the road cleaning abilites of the City of Calgary (as well as my own driving abilities and the snow-control capacities of my car) and decide to park my car in the parking lot behind my building. I must digress here and make a few key points: 1) In case you haven't heard, Calgary recently recieved the early hallowe'en treat (or maybe trick) of a shitload of snow. 2) If you've seen my alley you can stop reading here, if not it's a block long, and 75% of it is hill. Steep hill. We're talking like 45 degree angle hill. I wish I was kidding. My parking lot entry is smack in the middle of the hill. At the bottom is a big dumpster and random disposed furniture, the sides of the alley feature such lovely things as a concrete wall and big bushes hiding the fact that it drops off behind them. I've had bad experiences with the alley before, and now will only drive up it into my lot in the winter. Back to the main story.. so I drive up the alley. Just as I turn my wheels to go into my lot I hit a patch of ice. I start sliding. backwards. sideways. into the aforementioned bushes. I stop. My car is sideways in the alley. I'm shit scared. I call AMA. After about 15 min on hold, I get Jared, a very nice friendly guy who sounded like he really wanted to help me (maybe it was the fear in my voice) but couldn't get a tow truck out to me for anywhere between 3 to 5 hours. I told him to order one anyway, and I'd call if I managed to get out. Now I was not getting out of that car. I had no idea what a shift in weight would do, plus I wanted to be on the lookout for anyone coming up/down the alley that could help me (or at least warn them I was there). I was also terrified, not really about losing my car, I've been plotting a way to go carless for a while now, but really of hitting something and hurting myself/someone else/someone else's property. I just didn't need to deal with that. Plus, alley's are scary places. What made it worse was that I was RIGHT BEHIND MY BUILDING. I could see it. I should have been home, watching crappy late night tv or searching for random things on the internet so Trite can add them to his Christmas wishlist. Or sleeping. Or something else. So I phone my dad. I know he's sleeping, but he has a truck and dad's are good at times like these, if not to help at least to calm you down. He rushes over, gets here in an amazingly short time. I play bejewelled on my palm in an attempt to calm myself down and pass the time. Dad arrives, and basically digs/pushes my car out while yelling orders at me. I proably kicked so much snow in his face, and frustrated him to no end ("how the hell am I supossed to push your car if your foot's on the break?" "but dad I'm fucking terrified here, I'm sliding!") The man fucking rocks. Ten min. later I'm backing out of the alley slower than I've ever backed out before, free of concrete walls and bushes. Then I'm driving the long way around (so as to avoid any steep hills - we're talking going 6 blocks to end up half a block from where I was) to get to the front of my building so I can park on the street. It's been half an hour since I got inside and I'm still shaking. And AMA said I'd need a winch. Ha, I have my father. posted by kim | 1:53 a.m.| (0) comments Sunday, October 26, 2003 Talking Presidents: George W. Bush Top Gun Action Figure I'd like the thank Don for pointing this out... I don't know whether to laugh or scream.. posted by kim | 2:32 p.m.| (0) comments so, as mentioned before, I work in a restaurant/lounge where I serve tables/bartend/basically do whatever needs to be done. I've had to put up with a fair amount of shit in my time, especially coming from drunk, middle aged men. So there's this one, let's call him Bill. He comes in quite often, normally after closing down the local Smittys. He's about 38, lives with his parents, has a job, is basically loud, obnoxious, belligerent but generally harmless. One day, I wish I knew when, he decided to take a liking to me. It was tolerable for a while, almost cute, were he not so old and drunk and loserish. He'd ask me to dinner, I'd politely, yet firmly decline. He'd ask again, I'd remind him of the age gap and how we have nothing in common except he drinks beer and I serve beer, and politely decline. He'd ask again, I'd remind him of the above, and that I'm seeing someone and in a happy relationship (whether or not this is true is a different story). So a few weeks ago, he comes in, absolutely loaded and asks "so when are we going to make out". I remind him of the above and leave the room. I come back, he asks again. I cut him off, he leaves. I don't see him for a few weeks (lucky me) until he comes in tonight, loaded, and starts spouting about how "one day we'll be together, whether I like it or not, we'll be together, blah blah blah." So I tell him he's making me feel uncomfortable and if he continues I'll have to ask him to leave and not to return when I'm working (and yes I did this in a calm and polite fashion which may shock some of you!!). He gets all angry, leaves (along with a very large tip that I tried to give back to him as I do not feel comfortable even taking his money above and beyond his tab), and apparently was walking through the parking lot ranting and raving and scaring these three 15 year olds who had to come into the restaurant because they were frightened. So umm ya. Why do these people find me? And feel it is appropriate to say these things to me? Or anyone for that matter? Just a little rant. posted by kim | 1:54 a.m.| (0) comments Thursday, October 23, 2003 Momo Presents: Terror, She Wrote finally, murder she wrote has been turned into an antibush parody.. nice, very nice posted by kim | 7:59 p.m.| (0) comments Saturday, October 18, 2003 anyone want a really scary cup? Not only is it a megaphone, but it also supports W. by showing a "cool" hand signal a la eastside and westside, or maybe the bloods and the crips. who knew W. could be so down with the east l.a. scene. posted by kim | 4:06 p.m.| (0) comments oh my does the oct 17-23 issue of the cbc radio 3 mag. kick ass... I'm sitting here listening to warsawpack reading a photo article on murder investigation... ooh now I'm listening to Radio Berlin.. there's another great little snippet on page 1 (ok 2 I think technically) comparing the demise of the pope to our illustrious PM.. my oh my, I'm so not going to sleep yet, this is too good... go check it out for yourself at www.cbcradio3.com - now. posted by kim | 2:55 a.m.| (0) comments I was walking home from the Embassy tonight and I was very impressed with the buskers on 17th ave. I walk down 17th ave all the time and never have I wished I had more change to give the buskers, never before tonight that is.. nice work 17th ave buskers!! (and I haven't even been drinking) posted by kim | 2:46 a.m.| (0) comments Tuesday, October 14, 2003 The Winnipeg of the Future? Maybe I will move back once I get my degrees.... posted by kim | 3:10 p.m.| (0) comments Wiggum made it into the 2004 Meow Foundation Calender!!! Such a proud parent am I. He's in the month of October, and while he's not Mr. October (that honour goes to Octavius, a cat who lost his ears due to frostbite, who was at the shelter at the same time as Wiggs was), he is prominently placed at the top of the page, although under his MEOW name, Chili. Lucky guy, he got renamed, eh? Anyhow, go get yours at a store near you so you, too, can share October with Wiggum. I must go out and buy 10 copies for his grandparents and all his aunts and uncles! posted by kim | 2:56 p.m.| (0) comments so I'm up way to early again (it's 10 am and I'm showered, dressed and everything (meaning I've been up over an hour - I have no where to be until 12:30 and didn't get to sleep until around 3:30).. I think the sound of them tearing apart the foundation of the lot formerly known as the apartment building across the street is what woke me. No one's online to chat with and entertain me, and murder she wrote just isn't as entertaining as it can be.. so I decided to post. yay me. I should really study. I have a midterm tomorrow. I think my cat is convinced I buy plants and take care of them strictly so he's got something to munch on. I really don't even have anything to post about. maybe I'll go up to the uni early and research (read drink coffee and socialise).. posted by kim | 10:12 a.m.| (0) comments Saturday, October 11, 2003 so I wake up this morning (ok more like afternoon) and the low rise apartment building across the street is gone. they're making room for more lofts. posted by kim | 3:27 p.m.| (0) comments Friday, October 10, 2003 so I was going to post about something, but I realise I can just cut and paste an msn conversation... this is regarding Bush's "two minute hate" on Cuba this morning: "kim-o says: does he even know where cuba is? Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: no I dont think so kim-o says: me either Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: he knows where texas is Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: is he mixing them up again? kim-o says: it's like he took an old speech and crossed out "afghanistan" and "osama bin laden" and replaced them with "cuba" and "castro" Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: lol Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: you should blog about that Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: thats funny Allie (http://www.allie.ca) says: if you dont, I will kim-o says: oh my god he just said his final line in spanish kim-o says: even if I spoke spanish I don't think I'd know " it goes on for a while.. but I'll stop there posted by kim | 9:22 a.m.| (0) comments so I went and saw Kill Bill last night, courtesy of the S.U. I believe or someone they've sold us out to (uhh alliance atlantis maybe??).. anyhow, it was wicked.. although I'm a big fan of Tarantino... the fight scenes were absolutely awesome - the entire film is amazing, especially after they reach Tokyo.. it's, of course, full of over the top violence.. although so over the top it seems to be parodic (is that a word? it's late).. it reminded me of playing Mortal Kombat 2 - blood spurting fountain-like out of de-headded bodies. The ending is frustrating as hell, a nice set up for say, umm, Kill Bill Vol. 2? Sorry, this is a really crappy review for a really good movie.. posted by kim | 1:52 a.m.| (0) comments Tuesday, October 07, 2003 happy birthday Duncan!! (you're still older than me, right?) posted by kim | 11:39 a.m.| (0) comments Sunday, October 05, 2003 after spending much of this afternoon hanging around a park in Garrison Woods (a very cool park I must point out - it's a memorial to Currie Barracks/ vetrans and was really really interestingly done, I think it's called Garrison Square or something) I revoke my comment on all of Garrison Woods being evil.. the multi-family, multi-use area is kinda cool, and useful (and much better done than a similar area in suburban mackenzie towne).. it's the single family housing I have the problem with, especially the new single family housing posted by kim | 1:55 a.m.| (0) comments Wednesday, October 01, 2003 hi dad!!! posted by kim | 1:20 a.m.| (0) comments |
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