My ass not yours

Sure, I'm young, good-looking and smart. And I am a smoker. And if that takes my desirablity rating down a notch or two, I don't give a flying fuck. Primarily because the only people who ever lecture me on smoking are old surly men who haven't had an erection in 32 years. And if my smoking makes their wrinkly penis that much more flaccid, then I have done the world a service.

I say make all public places non-smoking. But I better not be getting any shit for standing near a door having a cigarette. I also better not hear a damn word about my smoking on a patio beside a non-smoker. And if anyone dares to pull a shitfit about my leaving an event for 6.5 minutes to smoke, they can shove all the cigarettes that they aren't smoking right up their ass.

All I ask for is 6.5 minutes every now and again of peace and quiet. I would love to have my cigarette behind a restaurant, or outside a bar in the freezing cold while all the non-smokers have their run of the place. I don't mind. I just don't want any further nagging.

Thank you.

Putting to rest a few conspiracy theories?

Is is just me or does the video of the plane flying into the Pentagon on 9/11 look nothing like a plane?

According to Wikipedia, the height of a Boeing 747 is about 13 metres. The height of the Pentagon is about 27 metres which would mean that the plane in the video should be about half the height of the building. It's not.

Why oh why do we keep hearing about this? Why must we continually lied to? Why the hell hasn't the group who demanded the video to be released to the public actually done some measurements? Everyone with a brain knows it wasn't a goddamn Boeing 747 that did all that tidy damage. Everyone who has flown over the Pentagon can see that there is not enough room for a plane to fly into the side of the building. It would have taken out a huge section of a nearby highway.

Geez Louise.

On an unrelated note, I would like to ask all members of the Jewish community to acknowledge that there are Holocausts happening all around the world as we speak. Maybe the money that is being poured into WW2 memorial services can be put towards stopping more genocides. Just a thought.

Isn't the point of reminding people about the Holocaust to keep more from happening? Stop funding rich kids' trips to Israel and make them fight for cultures that are being wiped out in the Middle East and Africa. If not, why not fund poor kids to get the fuck out of Israel? I hear Canada is nice this time of year.

Welcome to Westmount

I like restaurants and bars because I get to meet and get to know people of all walks of life, most of whom I would never meet in my daily life. On the flip side, I learn things about the world I would have been happier not knowing.

This new job of mine is at a Bistro which is kept afloat by the regular customers. The regulars who think that an extra dry martini has no vermouth. Or that Diet Coke must never be served with ice. Or that Sprite must be served with two straws. Or that I am a disposable garbage receptacle until they need me to lend a shoulder to cry on.

These women that sit at the bar have either been pumped so full of botox they can't emote, or they refuse to get their chin sucked back into their face because they are too damn cheap to delve into their million dollars of inheritance money.

The men at the bar want desperately to flirt with the waitresses and the barstaff, yet they won't because they know that the next night they will bring their wives in. This tells me that they aren't faithful to their wives. They are just smart cheaters.

I think I have learned to fear a man who won't hit on me. It happens so much that when they don't, I think something is wrong. They could be gay, in a relationship, looking for a friend or what have you. But all in all, if they don't flirt, there is a deeper problem. Scared of me, or even worse, just plain sneaky.

It's back

To do:

1. Find a new dealer. I'll take my drugs without a side of hallucinations thanks. The last two times at Stereo I saw things that weren't there. I like my world as is, thankyouverymuch.

2. Write my show. I'm going to Prague next summer so I better have something to put on once I get there for the theatre festival.

3. Relearn how to mix on my computer. I'm too musically inclined to just sit back and dream about how wonderful things would sound if I were making tracks again.

4. Possibly graduate. I have about another year left in University. I should really start getting on fulfilling my requirements so I can get out and start my life. Whatever that means. I guess I will just relish in the fact that I am no longer paying tuition fees. Oh glorious life.

5. Get out of the bar/resto industry. Working at a resto in Westmount might turn out to be a really really bad idea. I may just show up to work one day and decide to tell all those rich bitches that their steel-wool helmet look is fucking ugly. Oh and Mr. Molson? Tip me you asshole.

6. Rekindle all those frienships I let sputter out.

7. Never ever ever get a cell phone. Texting people is lame. Calling people on the bus is even lamer.

8. Break into the restaurant below me via a passage way from my bedroom that leads directly to the bar. I might need some mission impossible gear so if anyone out there has some hot leather and tools, let me know.

9. Use said Mission Impossible gear for other purposes... I heard about a dominatrix class a few weeks ago. Interesting. Also interesting how diversified our economy is that one can actually make a living off teaching others how to dominate. I love this metropolis.

10. Stop watching Trailer Park Boys and The Simple Life. Sure they both are scripted, but they are really destroying my faith in humanity. I wonder if Paris knows how similar her show is to the Trailer Park Boys? Loves it bitch.