Phendrana Drifts

I have often wondered if people vote for themselves when their name is on the ballot. For the record, I never have but have only had the opportunity to do so once, when I ran for external commissioner at the U of C Students' Union. I voted for Toby (there were four positions, and he came in first and I came in... well, like I said, there were four positions and I handily took fourth place). I heard it was bad luck... but I imagine Murray voted for himself. And my new boss, Mat. And Zoe. Well, she hasn't run for anything yet. But if I did place her name on the ballot, I'm sure she would vote for herself.

But did Paul? Early returns have him as high as 92% (Wow, Shelia Copps at 8%...), and given that you are commited on your first ballot as a delegate and so long as Paul gets 90% or more on the first ballot there won't be a second... so we now have a new Prime Minister. Congratualtions Paul. Still, would he vote for himself? There is that fundamental problem that in order to not vote for himself would involve voting for Shelia. Hmmm...

You can go listen toSarah McLachlan's "Fallen" here! Mmmm... New album on November 4th.

You are Drawn to the Rhythm
You're always searching for that place where you can find inner peace and calm. Trying to escape your reality maybe as simple as coming to grips with it.

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Quote from Yes, Prime Minister:

Sir Humphrey: He has his own car, a nice house in London, a place in the country, endless publicity and a pension for life, what more does he want?

Bernard: To govern Britain.

Sir Humphrey: Well stop him, Bernard. Stop him!

Actual conversation between Quynn and me:

Quynn: How far left is she [one of my co-workers]?

Duncan: She lists as one of her professional goals to bring down the government.

Quynn: Well stop her, Duncan. Stop her!

Day two of my new job, and we've now been in Edmonton for two and a half weeks. Nothing real good to report. Things are not, of course, going quite as planned, but lots is going well I am happy to say. Well, there was the death of the Man in Black. I feel odd sometimes, reporting stuff in a blog. It is like I already had the Johnny Cash death post. Now reporting about it is over. Done. Finito. But it isn't. I still hurt. I feel, well, genuinely that the world has lost something. He had not retired. His work was still excellent. He was not done. I mean, perhaps he may have thought he was done. But I wasn't done with him. I'm so selfish. Well, fare thee well John.

One hour until my new job...

Now, my Nobel Prize isn't coming in the mail anytime soon, but this does not strike me as a good idea. Heck, expulsion seems like a stupid idea. But killing Yassr Arafat seems like the opposite of protecting innocent lives - be they Israeli or Palestinian. Does anyone think this will lead to a safer Middle East and less bloodshed?

Dalton McGuinty: He's an evil reptilian kitten-eater from another planet

Now I've participated in a few elections in my time, but this? I'm not sure calling Dalton a... well, an alien cat eater was a smart tactical move.

Sadness too. Rest in peace.

I can so identify with Rea. I got the job too! It is perfect, it starts Monday, and I think they pay in dollars. And I think it will be fun.

*much dancing around* I'm much happier - yesterday was the sad day, having moved to a new city without knowing many people and no place to go in the middle of the day... but now! The world is my oyster.

Also, my apologies for not posting yesterday. The date... well, I wonder if I will ever be able to write (publically) how I feel about that day. I can't imagine how those who were touched far more by the event bring themselves to talk about it. Two years later and it is still painful.

Banana Pocky! You're perverted (although you'd rather just believe you're incredibly sexy) and you probably often make inuendos... such as... Banana Pocky.

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I don't think I am perverted. I reverse analysed the quiz and discovered that if I answer only intelligent on the first question, I am in fact ordinary chocolate Pocky. But I put both sexy and intelligent, hence the perverted banana. Regardless, I am off to eat some more Pocky now. Maybe next time I have two dollars I will get the almond Pocky.

I am sooo going to post this! Conversation with me and Duncan just now:

Me: Why don't you have a bath before we go out?
Duncan: No. I had a bath yesterday.
Me: Laughs
Duncan: What? I am unemployed! Why should I have a bath?!

Oh, and earlier... in response to a (LOUD, AGGRESSIVE) knock at the door, Duncan opens the door (tentively) to some guy dressed all in Camo, and a buzz cut, who asks him for a knife. A KNIFE. Duncan goes to the kitchen to helpfully get the guy a knife, and I can see into the future - me saying to the police officer "Yes Sir. He DID give him the knife", so I follow behind him to make sure I can pull him out of harms way if need be. Turns out the potential psycho rambo boy was just our gardener who needed to open something. He left with a friendly "Thanks Dude" and a vindicated Duncan put the knife back.

I just had to post those, cause I knew he wouldn't....

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday Raven!
Happy birthday to you!

Even more from Yes, Prime Minister:

"I see, so your statistics are facts, and my facts are merely statistics?"

what decade does your personality live in?

Who is that? Murphy Brown? The 90's... hmmm... I can live with it. Allie points out I met her in the 90's.

Man dies after magpie attack

Whoa. A magpie.

Sir Humphrey: "Bernard, what is the purpose of our defence policy?"

Bernard Woolley: "To defend Britain."

Sir Humphrey: "No, Bernard. It is to make people believe Britain is defended."

Bernard Woolley: "The Russians?"

Sir Humphrey: "Not the Russians, the British! The Russians know it is not."

Thank you Quynn for Yes, Prime Minister. The month of my birthday starts in great fashion.

It's too hot here in the day, and too cold at night and in the morning.

Interview #3 was not so good. Well, I'm sure they thought it went well, in fact I saw the one girl checkmarking the references she was going to call. But, the position was not what I thought it was, but in fact working in a call centre. Not that I hgave a problem with it per se, just that it also is a temporary position until December, it doesn't pay quite as much as advertised... etc. But they won't call until late next week. Hopefully someone else will call me back before then...

Thanks to Toby's website I found this... but I don't know what it is. I think I've narrowed it down to one of the following:

a.) Asian Teletubbies?
b.) Korean Sesame Street?
c.) Pocky advertisement? (you can only eat 10!)
d.) Korean Foundation for Number Literacy's website?

You decide.

I am as excited as a very excited person who's got a special reason to be excited.

And of course, again from Black Adder:

Baldrick: No, the thing is: The way I see it, these days there's a war on, right? and, ages ago, there wasn't a war on, right? So, there must have been a moment when there not being a war on went away, right? and there being a war on came along. So, what I want to know is: How did we get from the one case of affairs to the other case of affairs?

Edmund: Do you mean "How did the war start?"

Baldrick: Yeah.

George: The war started because of the vile Hun and his villainous empire-building.

Edmund: George, the British Empire at present covers a quarter of the globe, while the German Empire consists of a small sausage factory in Tanganiki. I hardly think that we can be entirely absolved of blame on the imperialistic front.

George: Oh, no, sir, absolutely not. (aside, to Baldick) Mad as a bicycle!

Baldrick: I heard that it started when a bloke called Archie Duke shot an ostrich 'cause he was hungry.

Edmund: I think you mean it started when the Archduke of Austro-Hungary got shot.

Baldrick: Nah, there was definitely an ostrich involved, sir.

Edmund: Well, possibly. But the real reason for the whole thing was that it was too much effort *not* to have a war.

George: By (Gum? [it's not `God']) this is interesting; I always loved history -- The Battle of Hastings, Henry VIII and his six knives, all that.

Edmund: You see, Baldrick, in order to prevent war in Europe, two superblocs developed: us, the French and the Russians on one side, and the Germans and Austro-Hungary on the other. The idea was to have two vast opposing armies, each acting as the other's deterrent. That way there could never be a war.

Baldrick: But, this is a sort of a war, isn't it, sir?

Edmund: Yes, that's right. You see, there was a tiny flaw in the plan.

George: What was that, sir?

Edmund: It was bollocks.

Baldrick: So the poor old ostrich died for nothing.

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