My back has been hurting pretty badly. I should be getting some date-sim-style games in the mail soon. The life insurance cheque is due to arrive today, somehow I remain depressed. The first real RPG is slated to come out for the Wii soon. I am back at work a couple afternoons a week. It's time to begin planning Bronwyn's birthday party.
I scared some children while trick-or-treating last night, I was a sorcerer with long grey hair and a shredded-at-the-bottom cape. Some kid called it a "girl's costume," I'm not sure where he got that. Bron was scared last night, but when we got home she still had a pretty heavy bag of treats.
I need to see my doctor about my back, though my mother-in-law is suggesting going straight to a chiropractor without seeing the doctor first.
Bron and I are going to the local greasy spoon for french toast soon.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Last night..
I went out for a belated birthday celebration with my best real-life friend, gr0d.
He got me a horror manga (so awesome) and a bunch of Japanese candy, including a freeze-dried ice cream cone. We smoked some cigars on his balcony and then hit the town.
It seems like every time I go out, it's to the gay bars on Church.
So we went to a newish place called The Church Street Bar (very original) and someone began break-dancing for our benefit, completely interrupting and derailing our conversation. I had Red Bull and vodka for the first time, it is tart and looks like it should have scotch in it. They were playing house/trance and had strange lights which looked like roses or a Star Trek emblem of some sort, depending on who you ask. We left after two drinks and a conversation full of internet memes and video games.
We then burst into Tango, where we would spend the rest of the evening. All the staff were wearing tiaras, which was strange considering most of them were drag kings or bull dykes. Cameron was working the bar, a king I've seen singing on stage before. Needless to say it was king night in the back room, but it didn't open until eleven. Having some time to kill, we ordered some drinks (rev, beer, and coolers all night) and went to the patio. We met a guy, who's name I can't remember, who offered us blow and beer in exchange for sex. I shot him down politely, the second time I have ever done that*, and he left after about two beers (I paid for them.) I noticed the doors to the back room swing open and, after an excited dance, I rushed the door.
It was kings all night long. They sang the usual terrible pop songs and some emo rock songs. The host soloed Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy, which is certainly not as good as seeing it done by a duo of overtly randy masqueraders. There were some good looking femme dykes who I might have danced with if they weren't, and a whole lot of girls-who-look-like-boys. There were even some actual boys there, strangely.
One of the better looking women stuffed a fiver down her top and approached the stage. She lifted her shirt to reveal her bosom and the lucky bill crushed into her cleavage to the performing king, which she got a very passionate kiss for. I danced with gr0d in a less-than-gentile manner, got plastered, and didn't get hit on again until nearer the end of the night.
After the stools were all flipped and the drinks were all spilt, I began to make my way home. I decided on the streetcar as I wanted to listen to some music and it's about twenty dollars cheaper. I walked to College and Church to catch the streetcar, there is a bar right on the corner there. Outside of this bar there were two teenage girls, very obviously drunk, and an older man hitting on the both of them. One of the girls walked away and right past me, I kept watching the antics of the would-be lovers until I realized that the girl who walked past me had come back and was standing very close to me. I took out my headphones and asked her if she was talking to me. She replied in a vaguely European accent that her friend was "so drunk that she didn't even know who she was talking to. Look, she's talking to a complete stranger." I asked her if her friend's situation was much different from her's and she realized the similarity. I followed it up by stating that I really didn't know the situation and that I couldn't become involved. Another polite shot to the fuselage, the third in my life. She puffed up and told me she was going to go over there and tell the guy talking to her friend off, and was gone before I could tell her that her friend was enjoying being hit on. She got up into his face and started in with the belligerence, puffing out her chest and pushing him away from her friend that way. Not surprisingly, the man who ~was~ hitting on her friend placed a hand on the offender's hip and another around her waist. They began making out, I can imagine he was ejected from her hotel room early this morning without any courteous discussion.
The streetcar came and I walked from the station to my house safely. It was a fun night.
*The first time was also at a gay club: the owner's brother, so he said.
He got me a horror manga (so awesome) and a bunch of Japanese candy, including a freeze-dried ice cream cone. We smoked some cigars on his balcony and then hit the town.
It seems like every time I go out, it's to the gay bars on Church.
So we went to a newish place called The Church Street Bar (very original) and someone began break-dancing for our benefit, completely interrupting and derailing our conversation. I had Red Bull and vodka for the first time, it is tart and looks like it should have scotch in it. They were playing house/trance and had strange lights which looked like roses or a Star Trek emblem of some sort, depending on who you ask. We left after two drinks and a conversation full of internet memes and video games.
We then burst into Tango, where we would spend the rest of the evening. All the staff were wearing tiaras, which was strange considering most of them were drag kings or bull dykes. Cameron was working the bar, a king I've seen singing on stage before. Needless to say it was king night in the back room, but it didn't open until eleven. Having some time to kill, we ordered some drinks (rev, beer, and coolers all night) and went to the patio. We met a guy, who's name I can't remember, who offered us blow and beer in exchange for sex. I shot him down politely, the second time I have ever done that*, and he left after about two beers (I paid for them.) I noticed the doors to the back room swing open and, after an excited dance, I rushed the door.
It was kings all night long. They sang the usual terrible pop songs and some emo rock songs. The host soloed Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy, which is certainly not as good as seeing it done by a duo of overtly randy masqueraders. There were some good looking femme dykes who I might have danced with if they weren't, and a whole lot of girls-who-look-like-boys. There were even some actual boys there, strangely.
One of the better looking women stuffed a fiver down her top and approached the stage. She lifted her shirt to reveal her bosom and the lucky bill crushed into her cleavage to the performing king, which she got a very passionate kiss for. I danced with gr0d in a less-than-gentile manner, got plastered, and didn't get hit on again until nearer the end of the night.
After the stools were all flipped and the drinks were all spilt, I began to make my way home. I decided on the streetcar as I wanted to listen to some music and it's about twenty dollars cheaper. I walked to College and Church to catch the streetcar, there is a bar right on the corner there. Outside of this bar there were two teenage girls, very obviously drunk, and an older man hitting on the both of them. One of the girls walked away and right past me, I kept watching the antics of the would-be lovers until I realized that the girl who walked past me had come back and was standing very close to me. I took out my headphones and asked her if she was talking to me. She replied in a vaguely European accent that her friend was "so drunk that she didn't even know who she was talking to. Look, she's talking to a complete stranger." I asked her if her friend's situation was much different from her's and she realized the similarity. I followed it up by stating that I really didn't know the situation and that I couldn't become involved. Another polite shot to the fuselage, the third in my life. She puffed up and told me she was going to go over there and tell the guy talking to her friend off, and was gone before I could tell her that her friend was enjoying being hit on. She got up into his face and started in with the belligerence, puffing out her chest and pushing him away from her friend that way. Not surprisingly, the man who ~was~ hitting on her friend placed a hand on the offender's hip and another around her waist. They began making out, I can imagine he was ejected from her hotel room early this morning without any courteous discussion.
The streetcar came and I walked from the station to my house safely. It was a fun night.
*The first time was also at a gay club: the owner's brother, so he said.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
MMP or FPTP?
MMP stands for mixed member proportional. There is a referendum being held in Ontario on the provincial election day concerning whether to switch to this new system or not.
There are 107 electoral districts in Ontario now and each one of them has a representing official. They can be affiliated with any party and are elected by the voters within that district, or riding. The candidate with the most votes takes the entire riding. That is the "first past the post" system we have now.
Proportional government would see voters casting votes for a party instead of a person. The party would generate a list of candidates with their important figures at the top. The percentage of votes for each party would directly correspond to the percentage of seats they would get in parliament.
MMP is a mixed system that would utilise 90 fptp seats and 39 proportional, or list, seats. The voters would cast two ballots, one for their local member of provincial parliament and one for a party. The winner would take the riding and assume their assigned place in the fptp seats. The list ballots would be counted province-wide and the number of list seats for each party would be assigned.
That is basically MMP.
The Citizen's Assembly for Electoral Reform's website.
The official information page for the referendum.
There are 107 electoral districts in Ontario now and each one of them has a representing official. They can be affiliated with any party and are elected by the voters within that district, or riding. The candidate with the most votes takes the entire riding. That is the "first past the post" system we have now.
Proportional government would see voters casting votes for a party instead of a person. The party would generate a list of candidates with their important figures at the top. The percentage of votes for each party would directly correspond to the percentage of seats they would get in parliament.
MMP is a mixed system that would utilise 90 fptp seats and 39 proportional, or list, seats. The voters would cast two ballots, one for their local member of provincial parliament and one for a party. The winner would take the riding and assume their assigned place in the fptp seats. The list ballots would be counted province-wide and the number of list seats for each party would be assigned.
That is basically MMP.
The Citizen's Assembly for Electoral Reform's website.
The official information page for the referendum.
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