This is who I aspire to be. regina-man-goes-to-extreme-lengths-to-answer-online-comments. Of course I would title it Guy Gets Shit Done after Being Irritated By People Bitching So Much or maybe Just Do it For F*ck’s Sake or even Regina Man Does Something Sensible: Internet Astounded!
McDonald said the main reason he dug out a stranger’s car was to get people thinking about issues he deems more important.
“I wanted people to stop filling the City of Regina’s Facebook page with posts about snow so that we can all go back to the important things like arguing online about the terrible funding model they decided on for the new stadium,” he said.
Like Mssr McDonald I am (and always have been) a sucker for for reading comments and opinions, rarely with much satisfaction. Way back as a kid I would faithfully read the back page of Alberta Report where Mr Ted Byfield (and later his son Link) would vomit out line upon line of bilious diatribe and then I would swear and curse for 15 minutes before my mother would once again tsk-tsk me and tell me to just not read them. (Actually she always espoused the belief that Ted was just trying to get my goat—and succeeding. I never believed it.)
So anyway, this guy did something about it. F*cking Ay. Damn internet Comment-jockies. But it speaks volumes about our society that the media decided he went to “extreme” lengths. It was probably a 10 minute job to find the car and then he shovelled it. The shovelling was the whole point. And a 10 minute internet search better not be considered extreme these days or I will find myself on some Dr. Phil show someday.
But ya people; just shovel the driveway. Your driveway, her driveway, the fricking Mayor’s driveway. It’s more energy efficient than bitching about it.
So the other day I went to Staples to print out some cover proofs in colour. The cover measures 9.5 x 10.75 so it won’t fit full size on 8.5 x 11 sheet. So I picked tabloid on the colour printer and choked the machine. Stupid colour copiers. The machine of course, charged me almost $4 for the 4 copies I didn’t get. But the nice lady at the counter happily took my USB stick and set up the job to send to her behind-the-counter printer and all seemed well.
Just as she sent it, she mentioned there would be white space at the top and bottom and was that ok. I said sure, the cover was only 9 x 10 and there would be whitespace all around. At this, she screwed up her face and cancelled the print job. While she reset the print parameters, she told me that the reason the other copier had choked was because I was trying to print a file that was the wrong size. The next time I had an odd size I should just come to the counter and for a $3 service fee she would “fix” my file. Because the software they used automatically expanded the image to fit the paper size. And they had to tell it not to do that.
So to summarize, she (Staples) would charge me $3 ($2 if it was not a rush job) to print out my file at the size my file was. It was ‘free’ to blow it up to a bigger size, but would cost me almost double if I wanted it just the way I supplied it.
Kill me now…
Apparently I have never offered a sincere apology…
“A sincere apology is one which acknowledges the wrongdoing, accepts responsibility for the harm that was caused, promises to never repeat the offensive action, and then offers to make amends for any harm done.”
Seems a tad bit extreme and almost self-serving. Any two of these would do it for me… I can guarantee I have never offered all 4 to anyone. I get what the chief is saying but, I doubt it will have any good outcome besides building a bigger barrier.
As for building detailed inferences on generalised or flimsy data,
I’m reminded of the Cairo tour guide who told his clients
“This particular pyramid is 5002 years old.”
When asked how he could pin it down with such accuracy, he explained:
“When I started working here the year before last, I was told it was 5000 years old.”
In other news, I learned a new word today.
Sciolist: Knowing many things but knowing them badly.
Not sure if knowing that that makes me me feel smug or small.
“Don’t default to your intelligence. Your intelligence will let you down. It makes you overthink things. But feel- you can never overfeel things.”
Before you criticize a man, you should walk a mile in his shoes. Then when you do criticize him, you’re a mile away. And you have his shoes.
There’s been a lot of internet hatred in my week so far. Pompous armchair critics are one thing but vitriolic hatred for people and stories you know nothing about is pure another. There is never a good excuse…
Thankfully the CBC has its comments turned off. http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/sick-baby-rescued-by-u-s-warship-off-coast-of-mexico-1.2600052
This NYT article is pretty balanced but the comments… oh the comments…
For some reason, this just resonated with me…
“… if you fight it, it will humiliate you.”
…to dress up pretty, I guess I could apply for this job:
In support of achieving a diversified workforce, consideration may be given to candidates self-identifying as belonging to one of the following employment equity groups: Aboriginal peoples; persons with a disability; visible minorities; and women.
I mean, somedays a guy just wants to self identify with his inner woman. I know I do… Mmmmmmm, chocolate….
God, I love humans.
On the subject of second-hand smoke:
“Sure it’s crappy science, but look at the outcome–a smoke-free America.”
Anti-smoking activists were quick to pronounce that “Second Hand Smoke Kills.” Well, no, it doesn’t, actually. A recent article in the Journal of the National Cancer Institute described the details of a study involving 76,000 women over a period of more than 10 years. The bottom-line conclusion: the study found no statistically significant causal relationship between lung cancer and exposure to passive smoke.
… I have to ask why anti-smoking activists don’t simply stick to the facts instead of alarming everybody with the assertion that passive smoke causes lung cancer when it clearly doesn’t.
The answer lies not in science but in culture. … “The strongest reason to avoid passive cigarette smoke is to change societal behaviour; to not live in a society where smoking is the norm.”
Well, bravo. An admirable objective. But that is social engineering [my emphasis], not medicine.
Of course, a lot of details are missing in this article, and no one can really believe inhaling toxic substances is good for you. Neither is pumping gas, eating sand in a public playground or eating food that has sat on the ground for more than three seconds. But that is what immune systems are for, isn’t it? I just like the fact that for all the science involved, stuff like this is always so much about ‘social engineering.’ Baaaaah, baaaaah!
Anyway, read the comments; they are a hoot.
I have been cleaning up old drafts of posts that I apparently didn’t publish. Here is one dated September 15, 2012. I added some jobs based on my updated resume. At the bottom, I decided to add a few things from past careers (just in case I ever need to do that book jacket bio).
It occurs to me that I, like many others, have no idea what my job is (was). So I will attempt, here, to enumerate the many things that are, and have been, my work life at Hole’s for the past 15 (Ed. Note: now make that 16+ years in total) years or so.
Hole’s & the Enjoy Centre
Graphic Designer: logos, word marks, ads, signage, signage systems, product packaging, flyers, tv ads, video graphics
Social Media expert
Audio system designer
Forensic IT investigator
IP Telephony support
Note: I am generally limiting this to specific things people have paid/hired me for as a job description unlike the above list which were all in the context of a single job description. Jobs listed in roughly reverse chronological order.
Freelance Graphic Designer
Book Production assistant
Non Profit association board member
Night school teacher
Department store renovations (labourer)
Theatre Prop Master
Sound Board operator
Wireline Hand (my short oilfield stint)
Straw bale truck loader (technically a swamper but a whole different skill set)
Cowpoke: chasing, branding, vaccinating and counting and counting and counting. (Also includes fence repair, bobcat driving, and truck driving.)
General Labourer in a feed mill
Fast food cook
Vegetable Plant labourer
And of course, the obligatory babysitter.