So, as I posted earlier, I have applied for a new job, same company, smaller town.
When I was 10, my parents and I moved to Kelowna, BC a small city in central British Columbia, so I've lived in a small town before. At the time I hated the fact that there was only one FM rock station that played the same BORING songs (thank you CRTC and your stupid Canadian content rules- how much Bryan Adams can I hear before I want to eat a shotgun?) there were few concerts and the TV stations were utter crap compared to what was in the city. Plus with only a handful of movie theatres the odds of me seeing any movie before friends in Vancouver seeing them was miniscule at best...And when I finally was old enough to get into the bars with only a slight chance of getting carded, I realized how much the bars in Kelowna sucked in comparison to the bars in Vancouver.
So, fast forward to today and my concerns about moving to a small town are much the same:
-what will I watch on TV? Well, thanks to the miracle of digital cable and satellite, exactly what I watch now.
-what about radio? Well if cable isn't good enough, I'll get satellite radio.
-what about concerts and bands? Parenthood has cured me of this.
-what about movies? Again, parenthood has cured me of this. Well that and a really big fucking television set with DVD player has cured me of this. Nothing like being able to drink lots of hard alcohol while watching Lord of the Rings with the stereo blasting...GO SAURON! And no stupid losers with cellphones to deal with either...
So through the miracles of modern technology, moving to a small town will be less traumatic than it was when I was 10.
As for the bars, I'll leave that for my kids to worry about, but only after they turn 19, because as we all know, children never go to bars under the age of 19, right? er, right?
Rampant paranoia has overtaken me this Easter Monday...
When I woke up this morning I looked outside to see that half of my neighbours had put out their trash and half hadn't: who was right? What did one half know that the other half didn't? Trash day is Monday, but I always get screwed up by holidays, especially Easter. Is the Holiday (ie. day I don't have to haul my ass onto the 401 and head to the centre of Toronto's universe to toil tirelessly in my veal-fattening pen) Good Friday or Easter Monday?
I'll solve the perplexing mystery: today WAS trash day and as I saw the truck ambling down our street I got the garbage out just in time. Yes, only quality slice-of-life adventure served up here on Raging Kraut...
So, of course I'm now freaked out that today may not in fact be a holiday for me...I decide to phone work to see if the office is open. I've even got a fake voice all prepared. I phone: no answer; the phone keeps ringing and ringing. Not even voicemail.
We had both Friday AND Monday off. Thank you Government of Ontario...
OK, now I can relax and catch up on some sleep.
Maybe I'll have that stupid dream where I didn't really finish University and therefore I get fired and get kicked out of my apartment so my dog takes up with a new master, yada yada yada...
If it was a full Python quiz, I'd probably be Cardinal Ximinez, because Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! (and most of my flunkies are ineffectual too!)
I've lived in the GTA since 1995.
It's been very good to me.
It's also been the scene of setbacks challenges to my career.
The field I work in is almost perfectly aligned with staying in Toronto if I search for other jobs.
The company I work for has a TEMPTING position available in Northern Ontario that was posted yesterday that would make me a PERMANENT employee of the company rather than a CONTRACT employee.
More money, better position in line with ultimate career goal, cheaper cost of living, and the "small-town" quality of life for my kids...
My supportive wife has chided me for even hesitating about making this decision...
Loyal Kraut Commentor-extraordinaire Greg said in one of his psychic moments that:
The one point that all of you have forgotten is that because Pvt Lynch happens to be attractive, and because the US Media has made such a big deal about her rescue. Pvt Lynch is going to make a huge whack o' dough selling her story to Hollywood. Just think a year from now "Saving Private Lynch" will win Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen their first of many Oscars in the heroic story of how Pvt Lynch took on Saddam Hussein mano-a-mano, and only was injured when he used chemical warfare to temporarily disable her. Luckily the US Special Forces team led by Leo DiCaprio, who also was her high-school sweetheart, rescue her just as Osama Bin Laden is about to take her virginity.
Posted by Greg at April 6, 2003 03:10 PM
Well today, CNN reports that they will make a TV movie "with or without her family selling her story". Nice way to screw a hero. TV is already crappy enough as it is: how many crappy movies of the week will we have coming out of this war. Well at least it will give all of those unemployed Saddam-decoys something to do...And they won't even have the decency to PAY HER for her own story!
Greg: Considering you've already got a story outline (and you can use Raging Kraut's archive as proof!) I think you should get a manuscript to NBC as quickly as possible before the other weasels get their payday.
I would've thought that Hollywood would've been ALL OVER THIS! They might even produce something watchable...They would at least be able to afford DiCaprio...
Do I smell a left-wing conspiracy to bury the war stories because they don't want to be on-side with the current government?
Could they actually be putting their principles AHEAD of profit?
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