Letters to the Editor… spam via SnailMail

Yes, spam in the post box. But not your typical lot of pizza flyers or voucher books. Rather, something of importance (from spam none the less) from the powers that be, the building management. Not that the three copies posted in the front lobby arent’ enough for us to notice, we also all got a copy in our mail box. Well, the letter speaks for itself:

DOG CLEAN UP CHARGE

There will be a $50.00 clean up charge to the tenants who do not clean up after their dog or dogs.

Please report, in writing, to the office, anyone yo see who has not picked up after their dog. Two infractions will result in the tenant’s eviction.

It is very difficult for dog owners to find an apartment complex that will allow their dogs. I would think when they do find one such as [this complex], they would willingly clean up their dog’s mess, but apparently that is not the case.

Please help us keep the buildings and the grounds clean.

Thank you
Management.

Well, I did alter the punctuation somewhat as obvioulsy the management were oblivious to that part of english class. Nevertheless, this is how the letter reads to me:

DOG CLEAN UP CHARGE

There will be a $50.00 clean up charge to the tenants who do not clean up after their dog or dogs.

Please rat out your fellow neighbours, in writing, to the office which serves more as a coffee and cigarette club than it does a business, those neighbours who can’t be arsed to clean after your pets. Or better yet, just blame that next pile of animal feces in the hallway or on the walk on the neighbour that just plain pisses you off. Write them up twice and we’ll be judge, jury, and executioner by kicking them out on their sorry asses.

We feel the need to gloat as that in the Lower Mainland very few buildings have liberal rules allowing pets on premises. We would think you would kiss our feet for the opportunity to have pets in your apartment rather than create a situation that would make us exert any effort outside of our normal 9-5 business hours. We make you get your own plumbers on the weekend, without re-imbersement, so you should clean up after your own pets also.

Shape up or ship out.

Kindest Regards
Big Brother. We’re watching.

Not that I have a grudge with the way this building is run or anything. Anyone wanting me to respond to comments feel free to email me at neolithicfilms@gmail.com

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Who would have ever thought

… that a crab would be guarding a space centre?

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Being sick is too much work

I have to fill in more paperwork before I head back to the ranch tomorrow than I do on a normal work day. Luckily, Dawn and I had a good walk today, and here is one of the photographic results:

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The Real Captain Canuck…

And no, it’s not Linden hanging behind the Franchise, Roberto Luongo either.

Love you babe

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The Return of High Speed

Means more photos. But alas, due to my lack of oomph in coming up with posts, only one a day (well, until I’m more motivated to open my mouth and remove the foot that’s there already).

For this pic, off to English Bay:

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Low Bandwidth Filler

Frak me, I am really hating dial-up. Hopefully, there is only one more week of this nonsense. Though in retrospect, I can remember the days when a 56 K modem was considered very fast. There’s just too much flash and java in the coding of pages these days. Meh.

Anyhow, I thought I’d share a little joke that constantly makes the rounds here in Vancouver. Recently, the owner of RIM (Research in Motion) made a bid to try to buy the Nashville Predators and move them up to the hockey-friendly climates of Hamilton, Ontario. However, the move was thwarted. Why?

Simple. If Hamilton had an NHL team, Toronto would want one too.

Bwahahahahahaha.

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One step back to go two steps forward…

Well, what can I say. Back on dial-up. But only for (at most) 10 days. And all because Telus are a bunch of fucking twats. And this happening just as Dawn and I hit GM Place today, with front row seats to see the Canucks Super Skills competition today.

My Canon Digital Rebel XT took 428 pictures at the bloody thing too. Well, when the high speed gets re-connected through Rogers, there might be one hell of a picture post coming up.

More to come soon.

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We don’t need no stinking WGA

For the following reasons:

1. We have the WGC. Who brings us such wonderful programming as Corner Gas. Nothing like a sitcom set in the tropics of rural Saskatchewan.

2. We have reality TV. Which is a misnomer in itself, as true reality programming would fall under the category of cinema verite documentary. Reality TV is scripted. But not in a writing sense. More in a producers want to play god sort of way. Actually, strike that. Reality TV sucks. Feels too much like working for the man.

3. This man.

And has GOOD reality-based programs, being Gene Simmons Family Jewels and now the obvious standout on Celebrity Apprentice (and Omarosa is still a twat). And he’s a reminder to me to get off of my ass and take control of my destiny. What a fantastic role model ol’ Chiam is.

4. These two.

My Gods, I could watch their shit all day. Though Dawn would probably shoot me before I knew if I could tire of them.

5. Hockey. ‘Nucks win, Habs win, Flames win, Leafs lose. All is good in the world. Ready to kick America’s ass tomorrow in the World Junior semi’s tomorrow. I predict Canada 8, USA 0.

More photography tomorrow.

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Frak Me Gently With A Chainsaw

And thus ends my silence from posting textually to this accumulation of tripe witticisms over the last little while. I did have things to post, just not the energy nor motivation to do so. Something about the holiday season in December really brings me right down. It’s not just my birthday, a constant reminder of the finite nature of existence. Nor is it the bastardization of a sound Pagan winter feast celebrating the birth of Sol, the sun god, by changing it to the birth of an Apollo-ized version of Jesus, the so-called son of god. Actually the latter gives me mirth. How a little fudge in language can have such a profound effect on belief. I’ve never put my finger on it. Maybe it’s just that I’m not that much of a people person. Maybe it’s a constant reminder I don’t fit in. Meh. It’s over.

But not without a bang. Last year was ended with the exclamation point where one of the three buidings in our apartment complex catching fire via arson, and the damage was enough that most of that building became uninhabitable and the long wing was torn to the ground. Fast forward to now. I can only guess the loss of revenue due to obviously diminished tenant population has made dollars thin enough for our landlords to lay off many of the staff at the building, including the security guard, just around Jolly ol’ Christmas time. Merry frakking Christmas, true believers!

Needless to say, Newton had a theory that really transcends physics and time: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Yup. This past Friday morning, for those who don’t read Dawn’s blahg, some ignorant twat just decided to break in my passenger window and rummage through the empty coffee cups and varied contents finding something valuable to steal. How pathetic? Further analysis from the cops confirmed my ultimate suspicion: it was drug addicts looking to take the change I had lying in a tray, which, by my mistake, was in plain view. So, a $300 deductable payment later, my window is back, but not my security. My Gods, I hate running out to the car early in the AM just to see if my car is in decent repair. Not a way to live. Especially being underpaid in a highly expensive city to live in.

All of this really highlights something that I’ve been increasingly aware as of late. It’s dire time for a change. Whether that involves moving out of the lower mainland, I am not sure of yet. But I do know two things. I need to get the frak out of Surrey, and I once again need to be in business for myself. For the latter, a good reason I picked up the Canon Digital Rebel XT with some of my Pagan holiday money. Along with the very cheap price, it gives me the chance to build up a portfolio so that in times of film production slowdown (id est now), I do have other outlets of income short of waiting patiently by the phone for IATSE to call. To such, I’m committing myself to the following by the end of this year:

1. Having both Dawn’s Arbonne business and my photography/videography/editing business up and running.
2. Not working at my current ‘employer’ anymore.

And for the photography, I give you the latest from my new toy:

Chehalis Monument at Stanley Park.

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