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There is sewage coming up between the toilet and the floor in my bathroom.
The good news - I rent and the landlady is sending someone to fix. The bad news - I can't run water or use the toilet in my apartment. This could become a critical problem in the next half hour or so as this morning's coffee (purchased across the street when I took the trash out as I was entirely "OH. GOD. COFFEE. NOW.") and chocolate croissant works it's way through my system.
Meanwhile, hanging out in the apartment, reading Macleans, which Ken Whyte and co. have manged to turn into the Weekly Tubby Lite (I've said it once, I'll say it again, Mark Steyn is a self-satisfied gasbag and Rebecca Eckler should be put out of the reading public's misery). I bought it for the coverage of the rededication of the Vimy Memorial and I'm beginning to regret my decision. However, did find an interesting article about the German hunting industry (approximately one million deer; half a million wild boar per annum) and the recent statements by Germany's Agriculture Minister calling for a ban on Canadian seal products.
The short version: Germans like hunting - a lot. And yet they, along with the British (currently ignoring the illegal fox hunting going on all over the UK), the Spanish (bullfighting) and the Italians (the Italian fashion industry is a major consumer of commercial furs) are having their annual bleat about the seal hunt. To which I say, as I do every year, Fuck. Off.
( Save a Newfoundlander, Club a Celebrity )
The hypocrisy of animal rights groups and activists campaigning against the seal hunt stinks to high heaven. Paul McCartney's self-aggrandizing attention-seeking photo op from last year (where kind-hearted Sir Paul had his pilot hold the seal's mother off with a club out of the frame of the picture so he could have his picture taken with a white-coat seal pup - which are, in fact, protected by law) is only the most visible example. Saying that it's not nice to club baby seals to death is easy. Getting someone to give up their pick-up truck is hard. But guess which one will actually help protect species at risk?
eta 1: The good - there is a job being advertised with WWF Canada. The bad - I know jack and shit about natural waterways conservation (well, besides they should be conserved and all damns not necessary for hydro-electric generation and flood control should be torn down - no, summer pleasure boating is NOT a good enough reason to fuck up the natural health of a river, asshole). :(
eta 2: Two interesting job postings with MOE this weekend. Not sure that I want to move to Thunder Bay but $1,400/week would go a lot further up there than it does here, that's for sure.
The good news - I rent and the landlady is sending someone to fix. The bad news - I can't run water or use the toilet in my apartment. This could become a critical problem in the next half hour or so as this morning's coffee (purchased across the street when I took the trash out as I was entirely "OH. GOD. COFFEE. NOW.") and chocolate croissant works it's way through my system.
Meanwhile, hanging out in the apartment, reading Macleans, which Ken Whyte and co. have manged to turn into the Weekly Tubby Lite (I've said it once, I'll say it again, Mark Steyn is a self-satisfied gasbag and Rebecca Eckler should be put out of the reading public's misery). I bought it for the coverage of the rededication of the Vimy Memorial and I'm beginning to regret my decision. However, did find an interesting article about the German hunting industry (approximately one million deer; half a million wild boar per annum) and the recent statements by Germany's Agriculture Minister calling for a ban on Canadian seal products.
The short version: Germans like hunting - a lot. And yet they, along with the British (currently ignoring the illegal fox hunting going on all over the UK), the Spanish (bullfighting) and the Italians (the Italian fashion industry is a major consumer of commercial furs) are having their annual bleat about the seal hunt. To which I say, as I do every year, Fuck. Off.
( Save a Newfoundlander, Club a Celebrity )
The hypocrisy of animal rights groups and activists campaigning against the seal hunt stinks to high heaven. Paul McCartney's self-aggrandizing attention-seeking photo op from last year (where kind-hearted Sir Paul had his pilot hold the seal's mother off with a club out of the frame of the picture so he could have his picture taken with a white-coat seal pup - which are, in fact, protected by law) is only the most visible example. Saying that it's not nice to club baby seals to death is easy. Getting someone to give up their pick-up truck is hard. But guess which one will actually help protect species at risk?
eta 1: The good - there is a job being advertised with WWF Canada. The bad - I know jack and shit about natural waterways conservation (well, besides they should be conserved and all damns not necessary for hydro-electric generation and flood control should be torn down - no, summer pleasure boating is NOT a good enough reason to fuck up the natural health of a river, asshole). :(
eta 2: Two interesting job postings with MOE this weekend. Not sure that I want to move to Thunder Bay but $1,400/week would go a lot further up there than it does here, that's for sure.
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