My canine guardian, Ruby Tuesday - Scourge of Squirrels - is whining at me non-stop as I stand at the counter of the local Pet Vet Hospital...
We'd just come from the examination room, where the friendly female vet (who looked smaller than Ruby) had just given her her yearly rabies et al. vaccinations and had trimmed her front toenails before Ruby had had enough of that and started barking to be left alone...
Everything has gone smoothly so far and all I have left to do is pay before I can go home for dinner. I tell Ruby to sit and then wait for reception to let me pay...
And that's when the "other" Kraut walks in...
He's an old guy in his 60s-70s and demands instant attention from the little girl behind the counter, who appears to be having a very bad first day so far. He has a five-week old puppy and wants to know the schedule and cost of the care plan that the vet provides and he wants to know it in minute detail.
Did I mention that I'm waiting to PAY THEM AND LEAVE?
Impatience wars with good Canadian breeding and I wait.
The old bastard is still talking and talking and talking. He's now arguing with the poor little girl about the vaccination schedule and is lecturing about the dozens of dogs he's raised and how they didn't need this and that and the other...
7:15pm.
Ruby is nosing me towards the door and panting heavily. I've had enough of this.
"'scuse me."
Nothing.
"EXCUSE ME!" I say a little loudly. They both stop and turn towards me. "Sorry to interrupt. But all I have to do is pay for my treatment and leave. Is it possible to have someone take care of my bill while you help him with his choices?" I indicate the "other" Kraut.
The "other" Kraut becomes all sweetness and light: "Oh sure, take care of dis gentleman virst. Vee vill tink about dis and shop around."
Unbelievable! He's using my interruption as a reason to flee! When he was the one berating the girl about the clinic's policies and schedules and screaming about their high prices! When he was the one who wanted to prolong the argument as long as he could. What the hell is it with these guys? This guy is so typical of my parents' old German friends: get stuck in an argument feedback loop and watch time drag on and on and on.
The little girl looks at me and smiles and says "Thanks."
I said. "Not a problem. I wouldn't of said anything but I couldn't tell how long that'd go."
What I was thinking: You lost control of the sale and were wasting my time... « less
I could fill millions of pages ad nauseum about what she means to me and how I feel about her, but there's a simple word that sums up EXACTLY how I feel about her:
The word is PARTNER.
At first glance this is a singularly unromantic and utilitarian word.
- Business partners.
- "On a counta three, draw, Pardner!"
But it's the perfect word. Because I've never before known anyone that I've trusted so completely. Not even family. I know that my wife will back me up in any circumstance.
You're British Columbia. You're hip and happenin' but also a nice person who isn't a snob. Career is important to you but it isn't your whole life. People assume that your life is perfect and that you have it all, like you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But it's not true; you do have your own set of troubles just like everybody else.
Well the big thing is underway at Downsview Park in Toronto...and aside from watching the Stones live tonight on CBC the only thing about this show that will effect me in any way will be traffic-related, as I have to drive by the park on my way home on the 401.
Call me a cynic, but I don't think that this is anything other than a damn-great rock concert.
This will not undo the ass-kicking that Ontario tourism has received.
This will not keep marginal businesses hurt by the botched handling of the SARs outbreak from going bankrupt.
This will not salvage a decimated convention and trade-show season.
That being said, I think this is a cool event that will have people talking for a long time...
And a hearty congratulations to Kraut-buddy Greg, who called yesterday to inform me that he and lovely wife Alison are expecting their first child at the end of February (dangerously close to Kraut and Rue's anniversary date of Feb 29! Alison will have to hold it in if labour starts on the 29th...)
"May fortune favour the foolish!"
Raging Kraut
Slipping Away the moments that make up a dull day...
Today is also the day that I learned that Bob Hope has died at 100 (technically he died yesterday, the 27th at 9:28pm PST, but that was 12:28AM Eastern time, so I'm counting it as today, July 28th.)
Do either of these events have any great significance?
The Kraut and his lovely wife Rue are staring out of the kitchen window at the sidewalk across the street...
Kraut (staring at an upper-teens-aged girl across the way): "...No, I think she's just dressed slutty."
Rue: "Working girl."
Slut/Working girl gets into beat-up 70's Buick and the car hauls ass out of the apartment block's driveway in an impressive ludicrous show of white trash testosterone...
K: "What, and she gets into the car without negotiating?"
R: "Probably one of her regulars."
Enter 20-month old Princess Boo-Boo, 1st born heir of the Krautdom.
Boo-Boo: "buf-FY!!!"
K: "Wanna narc on her?"
R: "Only if her 'beau' parks in front of our driveway again. Moron."
K: "Ah, I see, so it's not disgust at the flesh trade, per se?
R: "Did you just say per se?
K: [in astonishment] "I think I did."
R: "po-SEUR!"
Boo-Boo: "Buffy! Buffy!
BUF-FY!!!"
K: "I think your wrong. I just think she's white trash with 21st-century skank fashion sense. Too bad "C" (name suppressed to protect the guilty) wasn't here- he has the incredible mystical power of "whore-sense."
R: "Pardon?"
K: "Yeah, he can spot a prostitute at 500 yards from a moving car and distinguish her accurately from background girls dressed slutty. He's incredibly accurate at detecting the ones that make guys pay versus the ones that give it up for nothing...The only problem is that at that distance he can't tell whether they're good-looking whores or not. So when he approaches to distinguish that fact, they detect him and start offering him all kinds of nasty things -- Or at least that's what he tells me."
R: "What a useless Super-Power..."
Boo-Boo (sobbing): "buffy?"
cue Buffy the Vampire Slayer theme in the background. Boo-Boo smiles and starts to dance...
So Martinwill win unopposed. Well, except for that whining hag Sheila Copps...Maybe regime change DOES begin at home. Our home. The Great White North needs a housecleaning...
What's left of the lopsided race will become a classic debate pitting the left wing of the party against the right, Copps indicated as she entered a cabinet meeting.
It is very sad that the only "right wing" alternative in Canada comes from possibly splitting the Liberal party. Damn you to hell Brian Mulroney!
While her bid has almost no mathematical chance of success, Copps seems determined to go down swinging on behalf of small-l liberal causes.
And also because Sheila's never had a problem wasting other people's money to amplify her own personal profile. GSTpromises anyone? Resigning means resigning, not giving up your seat forcing a useless by-election where the clapping seals in Hamilton send her back to Ottawa at a cost of a few hundred thousand dollars and a bunch of wasted time.
October 18, 1993 "CBC Town Hall"
Sheila Copps :"I've already said personally and very directly that if the GST is not abolished, I'll resign. I don't know how much clearer you can get. I think you've got to be accountable on the things that you say you're going to do and you have to deliver.
Last time I checked I was still getting dinged 7% on everything for GST. And guess who's still feeding off the trough...
on the April 25, 1996 "CTV News" she downplayed her promise saying: "I think I should go to purgatory, and not hell."
Not if I get to vote for where you'll wind up!
April 26, 1996 "National" Sheila Copps : "I think that making a fast-lipped comment in an election campaign should not put me in a position to resign."
I HATE HER HATE HER HATE HER!
Copps repeated her disdain for a joint Canada-U.S. missile defence shield, which Martin supports. "My position is in favour of a sovereign Canadian military and a sovereign Canadian foreign policy - where our decisions are not tied to those of the United States," Copps said.
Sovereignty costs money. Will she pony up the cash to re-equip our military properly so that our soldiers won't be operating machinery and equipment that are older than they are? Didn't think so. I know what she's thinking. We can do what we want, and if there's any trouble from a foreign power, well the 'States will have to defend us, even if our government has been acting like complete and total assholes (internationally this time, instead of just domestically...)
If Canada wants independence from the 'States in foreign policy, we will have to pay for it. I don't hear Sheila advocating this...then again, she's always been good incompetent at lying and spending other people's money. Bitch.
*note: before anybody gets on their high horse and tells me all politicians are like this...well, yeah, they are... But usually when they're caught and disgraced they get pummelled and ejected and humiliated and they LEAVE. Copps was one of the first Liberal Party idiots to get caught in a massive incompetent lie of her own making and...nothing happened. Which is now par for the course in Ottawa.
When last we saw the Kraut, he was pondering the choice of two devices:
Well I have made my choice and the winner is
The HP ipaq 2210.
Why, because first of all, the 2210 was in stock and I wanted my instant gratification satisfied right effin' NOW and also because the ipaq 1910 (looks exactly the same as the 1940) that they had as a demo kept slipping out of my hands, threatening to smash itself into the concrete floor not once, not twice, but three times in 5 minutes. The 2210 has rubber grips built into its sides to prevent such an occurence.
There is such a thing as too small. I chose power and expandability over snazzy tininess.
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As for Palm, after doing some research I've come to the conclusion that they are falling behind in power and memory per price point...
Even though I will be accused of giving even more money to that devil Microsoft.
It's amazing how spending money for stuff like this can feel sooooooo GOOD!
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