Errata the Second

[the_siobhan]

A friend gave me his copy of the comic book 'Hopeless Savages' to read. Rock. It tells stories about the Hopeless-Savage family, which came to be when punk guitarist Dirk Hopeless married punk singer Nikki Savage and they quit doing drugs, moved to the suburbs and had four kids. Who apparently take after their parents.

I am utterly charmed. If I knew for sure my kids would've turned out like this I might have rethunk my decision not to have any.

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The wife is in Haiti for two weeks.

I miss her.

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I got a letter from these people about six months ago, looked at it, thought "scam", and threw it away.

http://cbc.ca/stories/2002/07/10/Consumers/slamming020710

Do I have a particularily active "this person is fucking with me" radar or something?

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The sky is falling.

I work in the area of town that has the highest density of hospitals in the city. There are at least five within a few city blocks. (Which makes sense, locating the blood bank near the busiest hospitals in the province.)

Sick Kids has a helicopter landing pad on their roof, and it's pretty common to be walking down the street and have a low-flying chopper come in for a landing as you are walking by.

Toronto General is building an extension. (Did it really save money to close all those hospitals if the remaining ones are forced to expand to handle the extra load?) This involves great big fuck-off cranes that lift loads that look only massive when viewed from the street. They regularily swing out over the busy street below and I always tend to eye them suspiciously as I pass underneath.

Today when I was looking up I saw two white parachute-shaped objects floating in the sky far above the rooftops. They were too far away to make out what they really were, but they looked the wrong size and shape to be hot-air balloons, and didn't move the right way for hand-gliders or parachutes. I wonder if they might have been weather balloons.

An aquaintance of mine from the local scene used to work security for a boozecan where the entrance was reached via a fire escape. He told me that sitting on the top of the fire-escape was the safest and easiest way to keep an eye on things because, "People in the city never look up."

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I am going to see The Legends of Ska tonight. Should be fun.

Comments

[kest]

>People in the city never look up."

That's god's truth. There's a book by Julie Edwards (formerly known as Julie Andrews the actress; she writes even better than she acts) called The Last of the Great Whizbangs (or something like that. Great SomethingsthatstartwithW), where one of the main characters goes around looking up all the time 'cause people don't do it enough. He very promptly almost gets run over by a car.

When I was in early high school, some friends of mine took to sitting on the roof of the local shopping center and throwing pebbles at people going to the movies. People never looked up. They'd look all around, they'd never look up.

And when I went to New York for C7, someone (I don't remember who) told me to stop looking at the architecture, people would think I was a tourist

don't listen to them

[redbird]

Look at the architecture, people will think you're a local. Because all the tourists are too busy carefully not staring. Those of us born and bred here will stop to enjoy the fiddly bits on building facades, the sort you don't get anymore.

...and now I'll call Rusty

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

And when I went to New York for C7, someone (I don't remember who) told me to stop looking at the architecture, people would think I was a tourist

Did you happen to go into Grand Central Station while you were there?

I stopped dead in my tracks and nearly got run over. Holy fuck the ceiling is gorgeous

(Although I've heard a rumour it's reversed. No idea if that's true or not.)