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I'm sick. Again.
That totally pisses me off. Here's what being sick looks like at a molecular level:

So I'm going to start playing badminton with my sister, which of course lead me to look up badminton images on the ol www, and I found this ridiculously artsy photo:

A little over the top, don't you think?

I did.

Anyway, I'm too sick to think much more so I'm out.

My Thoughts are of Trumpets

Because I bought one.

I figured that if there are signs banning it, the trumpet industry could really use my help.
My sis recommended better no trumpet pics... but I can't include the best one because the uploading doodad doesn't want to work. Part of an international trumpet conspiracy I bet.
Shit, I wonded if CESUS tracks trumpet sales!?!?!? I knew there was a reason I didn't trust Craigslist, that guy was totally a CESUS agent.
Actually, that's not so scary - what if he was a CIA agent! That would be scary. I could totally see the Americans justifying spying on trumpet sales in Canada. Lots of 911 guilt trips as per usual....
Anyway, I bought a trumpet. Cheap.

I look stupid playing it, but it's fun.

Telecommunications and Hampster Tipping

So I thought I'd had it bad lately with dealing with phone companies. Amos and I bought a cell phone for my mother from a Bell store in Victoria, only to find out that it didn't work because they were having a glitch with certain numbers. We only found THAT out after hours spent on hold of course. Then, when my mother returned the phone they credited HER VISA instead of mine, so she knew how much we had spent. At work I had to return some equipment to telus, and spent hours on the phone to every department eventually being told to go down to the main Telus store. I did, and they put me on the phone again, since they don't take back commercial equipment. This was all very frustrating, but nowhere near as socially irresponsible as what I heard on CBC this morning:

A man belted his 10-month old child into his carseat this morning, and went back inside to get his three year old, and lock the door. When he turned around his car was gone. The police wanted to use the GPS signal from his car phone to track down his car, but when they called Sprint to do so they were informed that they needed to "fill in an application and send in $25.00" before receiving the information. They even got it on tape.

I've decided that as far ahead as we feel we've got with sidekicks and blackberries and TV on our phones, that not only do we not need any of that shit, but it's actually dragged us backwards. I mean, seriously, what the fuck?

OK that was enough of the unfunny stuff, back to the usual...

Todays' topic:

Hampster Tipping

How could anyone do this? I thought bonsai kittens was bad, but this is horrible!

Thanks to cute overload for the pic. That site is just mean....

Anyway, I've got other crap to write.

My Sis

Sorry, I forgot to post this earlier. My sister is mad at me these days because she has photos of me on her blog, and there are none of her on mine. So, here you are Bronners, you know i love you (and your bun braids!)

New Directions [puke]

I think puke could be a direction if you wanted it to be. One does say "I'm going to puke" [emphasis ed.]. If I were to have a new direction for this new year it would be towards puking. In general. Talking about puke, I have pretty much nothing to report. Thus the word vomit.

I want to get a trumpet, but there are those out there who apparently feel differently.
Idiots.