Everything's the Matter with Microsoft
Mood:
irritated
Topic: Mood Swings
Hi friends.
The Kleenex Festival continues! We've now added Cough-o-Rama to keep things lively. No need to describe anything, right?
Stephen Harper should give up wearing turtlenecks, one of the least flattering garments invented. Mr. Harper doesn't look casual, rather, he resembles the math geek with clammy hands and no visible interest in girls who ran for high school president. Now that's he's opened his mouth about same-sex marriage, I applaud his handlers for letting him run his campaign into the ground on the first day. The last time a Tory became prime minister was Brian Mulroney. John Turner, the Liberal offering, didn't stand a chance. It was like Elmer Fudd running against Foghorn Leghorn.
Other irritants this evening include an futile installation of Windows XP, which cannot be activated on any other computer even if it's okay with whoever bought it. Microsoft retains its hold on the software that you bought and makes it impossible to be used anywhere else. Just so we're clear on that. You've bought it but it isn't really yours.
Sorry to my neighbours about the yelling--I totally ran out of things to shout and was reduced to using the same old profanities and basically one pronoun. And, no, shouting doesn't make me feel better, it makes me cough and it frightens my cat.
Crazy things in the news:
A couple of Port Coquitlam lesbians booked a Catholic hall for their wedding reception. All was progressing nicely until the Catholics discovered what the reception was about and cancelled the whole deal. One lawsuit later, the couple is reimbursed a pile of money but the Catholics were found to be within their rights for cancelling the event. Everybody feels bad for entirely different reasons.
How in the name of hell could that story have had a good ending? This is a similar ridiculous waste of time as that guy who tried to join the women's gym. He evidentally tried it on for "political reasons," i.e. to be an asshole, whereas these two gals just sound naive. Perhaps they're both femmes and thought the elderly Catholic gentlemen wouldn't cotton on. They did, and they still don't know what hit them. Sadly, there aren't any pictures of the couple. Are there no other halls anywhere in the lower mainland that might have proved more accomodating to the newlyweds? Port Coquitlam. Think about it.
Better News Item:
Liberia chooses first female president! Her name is Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf and she beat out a soccer star by nearly 20%. And Angela Merkel, whom I've written about, is officially the new Chancellor of Germany. She is the leader of the Christian Democratic Union, a decidedly right wing party. Germany has suffered from economic stagnation for nearly a decade and people are anxious for change. Let's hope she doesn't turn into another Margaret Thatcher.
What's on TV:
Watching Corner Gas makes me feel so Canadian I could weep; this, despite me missing out entirely on rock, paper, scissors. I have no idea how to play that game, plus it seems stupid. That said, Corner Gas has sharp, intelligent writing with an amazing cast. Janet Wright, for example, can say so much with facial expressions. Eric Petersen plays a character who doesn't seem to take a break from being haywire. What nutty idea will he get next?
Something I thought I was over:
Hey! I've got a question about missing persons and how the media reports their disappearances. What exactly is the criteria to get somebody's story on the air? Recent missing persons reporting has covered the gamut from young to old, but I'm guessing that if you're old, try not to be too screwed up before you go missing. Here's my point, and it's a difficult one.
During some part of October 13th this year, an old loved one, whom I hadn't seen for easily 20 years, left the apartment that she shared with her son while he was at work and seems to have vanished. It seems logical to conclude that she was alone since the son was the last to see her. If it hadn't been for a teeny little sidebar article in the free paper 24 Hours I wouldn't have known about M's disappearance at all. She was described as being a bit senile and suffering from mild dementia--it's not important how that happened or that both the wee story and RCMP webpage seemed to downplay the extent of M's condition [it's a long story why I think that]. Anyway, none of the other media in the lower mainland, not even the Coquitlam Now, who would've covered it as local news, bothered to mention it.
See, I don't think it's about her being old, because the media went to great lengths to write about some geezer in a plane who ended up crashed somewhere, and, currently, there's an elderly woman with a decidedly higher profile that they won't stop talking about who went missing in the mountains. She's probably dead, so give it a rest.
Turns out, unless your story has larger implications [i.e. loved one goes missing right in the hospital and dies in crawlspace/vent/cupboard] or somehow you have better connections to media, or the media just thinks you're more interesting, good luck with rallying public interest because all the coverage you'll get will be some shitty little 2 inch column, which didn't bother providing a link to the RCMP webpage. Incidentally, the RCMP mispelled M's name several times. And, no, I don't have any idea how many people go missing every day. I only cared about that person and I think she was cheated.
Additionally, what can be said about somebody who leaves their elderly, mentally confused mother on her own?
Best wishes for a happier tomorrow.
Posted by Jetta
at 11:59 PM PST
Updated: Friday, 2 December 2005 1:17 AM PST