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Snow snow snow. Jordan and I went out last night around 1am to get a load of the weather. Beautiful through the eyes of Victorians, and a bloody inconvenience for the rest of Canada, apparently. I don't know what their problem is. We seem to be related to the rest of the country the same way Hawaii is to the USA: not really a rational place to live, or very fitting to the rest of the nation, but a great vacation spot. But to the rest of Canada I say pshoff. School is closed. I think this is the only snow day for UVic since 1996, so I feel blessed. Having now missed 6 hours of class and 1 due date today, I have an opportunity to catch up and use this day to make amends with the homework I've been hissy-fighting with for the last couple of weeks. Just like that simpsons episode where Bart gets a snow day and uses it wisely to catch up and get good grades. Or at least I think that's how it went. At any rate, I'm going to make sure to hit at least one room mate unexpec...

This is the time of year when all the students who thought having five classes was easy get a big kick in the pants. Sometimes it is easy, through september, october, and even a little of november, because some classes save all the hard and mark-valuable things until the end of November, and the December exam session. UVic students have four seasons: Whining time, winter break, whining time, and summer break. Every late-november, (as well as every late-march) thousands of student socialites come out of the woodwork to tell the whole world how many tests and essays and assignments they have, and how impossible school is, and how THEIR homework is somehow heavier than everyone else's. I can't count the number of people (mostly girls) who have insisted that whatever my workload is, theirs is harder. And they're right, all we do in philosophy is sit on our asses and think about the meaning of life all day, wasting time and getting A's by answering essay questions wi...

Originally, this blog was going to be titled "The top one billion reasons to hate cell phones," with daily entries chronicling every time I got pissed off at someone and their infernal ringing box during the movies, or in a class, or the library, or anywhere else. It just seemed a little too bitter though, so I decided to broaden the blog's scope, instead with only periodic entries chronicling cell phone annoyances. Anyway. Today in business ethics, a contemporary philosophy class monday and thursday morning (830-10am, the professor faced a tough decision. See, at the beginning of the year she announced a no cell phone policy (I was joyous), and stated that anyone whose cell went off in class would be asked to leave for the remainder of that class. Bus alas, the sound of cell phones is difficult to locate, so what of any student who refuses to reveal his/her identity upon the ringing of the phone? Prof said that if that occured, SHE would leave the class for the rem...

I think the words "blah" and "meh" are wholly unconstructive to the language.

It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn't help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky. This too is a question that would only occur to the young, to the very young; but may God make you wonder like that as often as possible! - _White Nights_ Dostoevsky

8. Don't blame the server for kitchen/restaurant error . If your food takes too long, and your server can do nothing about it, then why take it out on the server. I've seen countless people say they refuse to tip when the food is slow, but try to remember who the tip is primarily going to. 7. Tip a percent. If the bill is 80 dollars, don't think a couple of toonies will cover the tip. That equals 5 percent. Normal tipping for good service is 15 percent. I know that since Harper came along, doubling the GST doesn't really work anymore, so you'll have to do a little math in your head. 6. For older folks: inflation HAS occured in the last 50 years. If the breakfast that used to be a buck when you were 20 is now 10 bucks, how do you think I am to spend the 25 cent tip you've left on the table? As much as I love those little candy vending machines in the lobies of travel agencies, I can't live off them. 5. More server work = more tip. The relationshi...

MSN Spaces (my old blog) has become thoroughly tedious. The layouts are uninspired, I keep losing posts to accidently-deleted document heaven, and I can't post pictures amid blogs, though I'm told it is possible for those more tech-saavy. So, I searched long and hard, for a blog with a smart-yet-ridiculous looking layout, and found this place. A few of you are long-time readers (I believe I have about 5 actual fans, and most of them are just friends who pity me), so to all of you, welcome. To readers who have stumbled across this site while pressing the "next blog" button over and over, periodically stopping for a moment to marvel at shiny things or pictures of people getting hit in the groin, welcome! To you, I offer complimentary entertainment: Good times will be had by all! I must go now. Work begins at 11pm (night shifts at Denny's Restaurant; many stories will be told about this job in the near future), and I have yet to hand-wash my clothes in the bath...