on xmas eve i purchased a pair of speakers on-line from future shop. they were an excellent deal, polk rti 12's, regular $1500 for $349. they're large speakers, 50 inches high and weigh 85 pounds each. i had visions of blowing the roof off our house.
today i received an email from future shop stating that there was a misprint on the website and the price was $349 for one speaker not the 2 speakers stated on the website. i was angry and called future shop to cancel the order. i was told that since the order had been processed and my credit card charged there was no way to cancel the order. i have one 85 pound speaker in transit. i don't happy!
after several calls i was told to refuse delivery and the speaker would be returned to the canada post warehouse and after 10 days it would be returned to future shop upon which my credit card would be refunded the $399. ($349 plus sales tax and some fucking enviromental charge) in the meantime i have the charge on my credit card with the hope some fucking crooked company will straighten out the charges. i've sent 2 emails complaining about the deceptive practice and so far haven't received a reply. maybe i'll send them a box of dog shit.
on a different note, i now have a coffee grinder along with some primo beans courtesy of sonny. so far i'm enjoying the freshly ground beans but the real test will be a few months down the road if i tire of grinding beans and cleaning the grinder.
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
xmas
merry feckin xmas from the great white north.
if you get the xmas blues, just remember there's a mental defective canadian who loves you like crazy.
if you get the xmas blues, just remember there's a mental defective canadian who loves you like crazy.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
the battery and the sonata
last thursday i had an important medical appointment. the doc was going to give me the once over and declare me fit for duty. i brushed my teeth, combed my hair and headed out to the mighty sonata. i pressed the key and nothing happened. i assumed the battery in the fob was dead and unlocked the door the old fashioned way, with a key. when i put the key in the ignition nothing happened, my feckin battery was dead!
i ran back into the house and quickly called the doctor. our free medical doesn't cover missed appointments and this was with a brain surgeon, king of the jungle and charges accordingly. i told him my dilema and after a little chat he said i was fit for duty and the phone consultation would suffice. no charge for a missed appointment.
now for the car. i called around and was told that the battery had to be ordered but they could probably get it for me in the afternoon. i waited for the lovely mrs myshkin to come home and give me jump start. she came home and when i opened her hood there was no feckin battery. those feckin germans had hid the battery somewhere in the rear of the car. have i ever mentioned how much i dislike bmw's, particularly X5's? upon reading the owner's manual i learned that there's jump start terminal under the hood. i found it and hooked up the cables. electricity went to the mighty sonata but not enough to start it. i called service department and they suggested finding the battery and jump starting from there. the lovely mrs myshkin wouldn't let me take her car apart so i threw the cables back into my trunk and went looking for neighbor to give a jump start. an east indian contractor lives to my east. i knock on the door and some woman answers and as luck would have it she can't speak english but manages to tell me that he's not home. i headed to the other neighbor and find some construction worker who happens to be doing some work for him. he asks if i have cables, i say yes and he agrees to meet me at my garage. when he pulls up and i go to get my cables from the trunk the feckin thing won't open because the electronic lock needs electricity. the lever inside the car won't work either. i'm fucked! i ran into the house and called the dealer, i was told there might be a keyed lock under the license plate so i removed the license plate and there is no feckin lock. the construction worker gets pissed and leaves.
a few minutes later and light went off in my head. i can pull the back seat down and crawl into the trunk and use the emergency lever. it worked! the trunk was open and i had the jumper cables but the construction worker had left. i'm fucked again. the lovely mrs myshkin volunteered to go find another neighbor for help. a lovely woman with a honda civic pulled up was ready to give me jump. i hooked up the cables and son of a bitch it wouldn't start. there was electricity but not enough to start the now not so mighty sonata. she was about to leave when she mentioned that she had a set of jumper cables so we decided to try her cables. son of a bitch, it worked! the mighty sonata sprang to life!
by now it was dark but i decided to drive to the shop without my headlights turned on just in case they would drain some valuable electricity. i made it to the shop without getting a ticket and had a gold diehard battery installed. all was well with the world.
i had used the old jumper cables countless times on my dad's honda and my old corolla as well as other small cars but the sonata needed more electricity than the old cheap cables could conduct.
so here's my xmas message: if you have chintzy jumper cables, toss them out and pick up some decent ones, at least 6 gauge.
has anyone heard john hiatt's new album? it's pretty good.
i love you sons of bitches.
i ran back into the house and quickly called the doctor. our free medical doesn't cover missed appointments and this was with a brain surgeon, king of the jungle and charges accordingly. i told him my dilema and after a little chat he said i was fit for duty and the phone consultation would suffice. no charge for a missed appointment.
now for the car. i called around and was told that the battery had to be ordered but they could probably get it for me in the afternoon. i waited for the lovely mrs myshkin to come home and give me jump start. she came home and when i opened her hood there was no feckin battery. those feckin germans had hid the battery somewhere in the rear of the car. have i ever mentioned how much i dislike bmw's, particularly X5's? upon reading the owner's manual i learned that there's jump start terminal under the hood. i found it and hooked up the cables. electricity went to the mighty sonata but not enough to start it. i called service department and they suggested finding the battery and jump starting from there. the lovely mrs myshkin wouldn't let me take her car apart so i threw the cables back into my trunk and went looking for neighbor to give a jump start. an east indian contractor lives to my east. i knock on the door and some woman answers and as luck would have it she can't speak english but manages to tell me that he's not home. i headed to the other neighbor and find some construction worker who happens to be doing some work for him. he asks if i have cables, i say yes and he agrees to meet me at my garage. when he pulls up and i go to get my cables from the trunk the feckin thing won't open because the electronic lock needs electricity. the lever inside the car won't work either. i'm fucked! i ran into the house and called the dealer, i was told there might be a keyed lock under the license plate so i removed the license plate and there is no feckin lock. the construction worker gets pissed and leaves.
a few minutes later and light went off in my head. i can pull the back seat down and crawl into the trunk and use the emergency lever. it worked! the trunk was open and i had the jumper cables but the construction worker had left. i'm fucked again. the lovely mrs myshkin volunteered to go find another neighbor for help. a lovely woman with a honda civic pulled up was ready to give me jump. i hooked up the cables and son of a bitch it wouldn't start. there was electricity but not enough to start the now not so mighty sonata. she was about to leave when she mentioned that she had a set of jumper cables so we decided to try her cables. son of a bitch, it worked! the mighty sonata sprang to life!
by now it was dark but i decided to drive to the shop without my headlights turned on just in case they would drain some valuable electricity. i made it to the shop without getting a ticket and had a gold diehard battery installed. all was well with the world.
i had used the old jumper cables countless times on my dad's honda and my old corolla as well as other small cars but the sonata needed more electricity than the old cheap cables could conduct.
so here's my xmas message: if you have chintzy jumper cables, toss them out and pick up some decent ones, at least 6 gauge.
has anyone heard john hiatt's new album? it's pretty good.
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, December 16, 2011
have i ever mentioned........
have i ever mentioned that i don't like cops?
behold a few of victoria's finest dealing with a few youths:
there were some videos on the news that showed much more brutality from victoria's finest but you get the idea. there was public outrage over the police brutality so an public inquiry was commissioned. can you guess the result?
POLICE CLEARED OF WRONGDOING IN BRUTAL ASSAULT OF INNOCENT YOUTH
this is what the cops do when there are witnesses and are restraining themselves. can you imagine what they do to people when there are no witnesses???
my second favorite xmas song:
i love you sons of bitches (unless you're a cop)
behold a few of victoria's finest dealing with a few youths:
there were some videos on the news that showed much more brutality from victoria's finest but you get the idea. there was public outrage over the police brutality so an public inquiry was commissioned. can you guess the result?
POLICE CLEARED OF WRONGDOING IN BRUTAL ASSAULT OF INNOCENT YOUTH
this is what the cops do when there are witnesses and are restraining themselves. can you imagine what they do to people when there are no witnesses???
my second favorite xmas song:
i love you sons of bitches (unless you're a cop)
Monday, December 12, 2011
hi ho, hi ho.,....
hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work i go....
after a few months on the bench i returned to the active roster today, lucky me. it was a depressing day. first i learned that my favorite clerk has decided to retire at the end of the year. good clerks are worth their weight in gold. next i learned that a long time colleague has leukemia and is off the shelf indefinitely. my friends are dropping like flies.
after a few hours it was down to business. i put on my coat and took a walk to chinatown to pick up some hand rolled tea. another bummer, the chinese herb store where i pick up tea had shut down. i found a "tea shop" and decided to give it a try. as soon as i walked in i knew it was a tourist trap, the clerks were dressed in fancy silk outfits and the store was spotless. plus they spoke perfect english. i found some nice tea and it was $78 for a little canister, a totally outrageous price so i declined their offer and left in search of another store. as luck would have it i found a grungy little herb store with a few shabbily dressed old chinese ladies behind the counter. they couldn't speak english for sour apples but when i said tea they pointed me in the right direction.
guess what. i found some beautiful packages of hand rolled tea for $6.99! what a difference, $78 vs $6.99.
what the hell, i decided to pick up some fish on the way home to celebrate.
i love you sons of bitches.
.
after a few months on the bench i returned to the active roster today, lucky me. it was a depressing day. first i learned that my favorite clerk has decided to retire at the end of the year. good clerks are worth their weight in gold. next i learned that a long time colleague has leukemia and is off the shelf indefinitely. my friends are dropping like flies.
after a few hours it was down to business. i put on my coat and took a walk to chinatown to pick up some hand rolled tea. another bummer, the chinese herb store where i pick up tea had shut down. i found a "tea shop" and decided to give it a try. as soon as i walked in i knew it was a tourist trap, the clerks were dressed in fancy silk outfits and the store was spotless. plus they spoke perfect english. i found some nice tea and it was $78 for a little canister, a totally outrageous price so i declined their offer and left in search of another store. as luck would have it i found a grungy little herb store with a few shabbily dressed old chinese ladies behind the counter. they couldn't speak english for sour apples but when i said tea they pointed me in the right direction.
guess what. i found some beautiful packages of hand rolled tea for $6.99! what a difference, $78 vs $6.99.
what the hell, i decided to pick up some fish on the way home to celebrate.
i love you sons of bitches.
.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
rapture
everyone needs something to look forward to. for the past month or two i've looked forward to last 20 minutes of my day. first i do a little fishing, then it's 20 minutes of deadwood. this is my 4th time through deadwood and so far i'm enjoying more now than i did the first time through and that's saying a lot!
last night i finished up season 1 and i experienced rapture! after the usual violence and foul language some beautiful light piano came on as al swearengen looked down at the characters in his bar. i thought that was it but a real treat followed. doc dancing with jewel! it was the perfect ending to season 1, something totally beautiful and touching. i would not have experienced rapture without enhanced music. if anyone is watching tv without a decent sound system, you're missing the best part.
in other tv news, i finished seson 4 of true blood earlier this week and i'm pretty sure that's it for me. it's just become a little too crazy for me. a bunch of crazy vampires was cool but with witches, werewolves, werepanthers, shifters, fairies and whatever else i've forgotten it's turned into a feckin comic book. but i still love the theme song.
i watched the first episode of boss with kelsey grammer and loved it. it might have been the opening music that caught my fancy; satan your kingdom must come down by robert plant. and kelsey grammer makes an excellent villain.
i started watching the pilot of terra nova and thought it was a piece of shit but things picked up when the nogoodnik dinosaurs showed up. it might have potential.
i'm looking forward to hell on wheels. westerns rock!
i love you sons of bitches.
last night i finished up season 1 and i experienced rapture! after the usual violence and foul language some beautiful light piano came on as al swearengen looked down at the characters in his bar. i thought that was it but a real treat followed. doc dancing with jewel! it was the perfect ending to season 1, something totally beautiful and touching. i would not have experienced rapture without enhanced music. if anyone is watching tv without a decent sound system, you're missing the best part.
in other tv news, i finished seson 4 of true blood earlier this week and i'm pretty sure that's it for me. it's just become a little too crazy for me. a bunch of crazy vampires was cool but with witches, werewolves, werepanthers, shifters, fairies and whatever else i've forgotten it's turned into a feckin comic book. but i still love the theme song.
i watched the first episode of boss with kelsey grammer and loved it. it might have been the opening music that caught my fancy; satan your kingdom must come down by robert plant. and kelsey grammer makes an excellent villain.
i started watching the pilot of terra nova and thought it was a piece of shit but things picked up when the nogoodnik dinosaurs showed up. it might have potential.
i'm looking forward to hell on wheels. westerns rock!
i love you sons of bitches.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
turn out the lights...
turn out the lights, the party's over!
i've been on medical leave for a few months and have to report back to the cracker factory on december 12. a few months of eating candy, watching tv and reading books has taken it's toll and the time has come to shape up or ship out. i've put on a few pounds and the challenge now is to drop those pounds so i can comfortably fit into my work duds. for the past few days i've had bean soup for lunch and dinner with no desserts and no halloween chocolates. it's killing me!
to show her support for my challenge, the lovely mrs myshkin went out and bought me half a dozen doughnuts this morning. so far i've resisted, my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak.
i didn't realize it but one of things in our culture that makes people fat is walmart!
DON'T BELIEVE ME -READ THIS!!
i had this nightmare that i was kicked out of my office and banished to a fecking cubicle. hey, wait a minute, it's not a dream. it really happened! what the fuck, i'll just spend more time on tralfamadore.
fecking cracker factory, i get no respect!
i love you sons of bitches.
i've been on medical leave for a few months and have to report back to the cracker factory on december 12. a few months of eating candy, watching tv and reading books has taken it's toll and the time has come to shape up or ship out. i've put on a few pounds and the challenge now is to drop those pounds so i can comfortably fit into my work duds. for the past few days i've had bean soup for lunch and dinner with no desserts and no halloween chocolates. it's killing me!
to show her support for my challenge, the lovely mrs myshkin went out and bought me half a dozen doughnuts this morning. so far i've resisted, my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak.
i didn't realize it but one of things in our culture that makes people fat is walmart!
DON'T BELIEVE ME -READ THIS!!
i had this nightmare that i was kicked out of my office and banished to a fecking cubicle. hey, wait a minute, it's not a dream. it really happened! what the fuck, i'll just spend more time on tralfamadore.
fecking cracker factory, i get no respect!
i love you sons of bitches.
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