Fools.

Ok, I just finished reading an article about how Stephen Harper was trying to link a Liberal MP (Navdeep Bains) to the Air India trial and read all the comments that were flying back and forth between the LPC and CPC. My blood is boiling. People often wonder why my generation has little faith in the government, and why they don't vote. This is why. This kind of self-absorbed bullshit tells people of my generation that the "elected" officials don't give a crap about what they think, rather they're more concerned with winning elections and being in control of parliament than the concerns of the public. The last time I even heard about any legislation being passed was a motion to force the conservatives to follow through with Kyoto. Yeah, that's great and all, but what else has the government done in the last month? Not a damned thing as far as I can tell. All I hear about is how the Cons are preparing for an election and the Liberals are trying to throw Harper out.
Some days I feel that I should run for office, but I think that if I did I'd end up so frustrated with all the meaningless garbage that pours forth from the government that I'd quit after a month. That's assuming I could even be elected... I don't have the money to finance a campaign, and no one would vote for someone who tells the truth about how if they want more services, taxes have to go up... simple fscking economics, folks... something none of the parties currently in parliament have a clue about, apparently. Disillusioned is how I remain for the time being. Government is absolute crap... A bunch of corrupt, arrogant, mindless idiots.

My Grandma ("Baba")

I really should be writing a service right now, but I have to get this off my mind first.


I just went to visit my grandmother at a nursing home here in town. She's been living there for most of a year now, and it makes me sad in a way, but I know she needs that kind of care now.

I call my grandmother, "Baba". I don't know why, but it's what I've called her since I was a small child, so it stuck. I suppose it's a little childish still using that term, but if you don't like it you can bite me! :)

Anyways. Baba and I have a great connection. I don't get the chance to visit her very often, but when we get together we often talk for an hour or two. We don't seem to limit our conversation to our own lives very often - though that is a very important part - but we talk about the church, world issues, things that worry us. She teaches me so much about life, and what's important... yet she still makes me feel that my opinions and choices are valid. She said to me today when we were talking about me moving to Waterloo today that I'd need to find another job for the summers between terms. I agreed and mentioned that I'd been thinking of working at a church camp in some capacity. Her first thought was that I wouldn't be making a lot there (always the practical one). When I responded that money wasn't the entire purpose of working there, she said something along the lines of what a 'good Christian' I make... it was probably the best compliment I've received in a long time. Made my day. She's proud of me in a way only a grandmother can be, and she worries about me in exactly the same day. On hearing that I'd driven to Waterloo yesterday in a bit of a snow squall, I received a bit of an admonishment, but not an outright "You're crazy!"

Another note from today was that our lives seem to have paralleled eachother of late. Especially in our living circumstances - she recently moved into a nursing home, coming from a more independent style of living on her own. This is my plan for next year - moving in with four or five friends from living by myself for the last two years. It's going to be a huge adjustment, but I know that I can handle it because Baba has faith in me.

I'm really not sure where I was going with this. I think I just want a record of that I really do appreciate all that Baba is to me, and I wish everyone had someone in their family with whom they could connect as we do. As usual, I am blessed!

For the Sexually Promiscuous Gay Male Audience of my Blog...

Yeah, y'know, I don't think that's really part of my target audience with this blog... but Amy sent me a link today because there's an old story about me being told I had syphilis when I donated blood many moons ago. (The gist is that they tested my blood after donation and had a false positive for syphilis... thus I inherited the nickname "Syph-boy" and I'm never allowed to donate again... go me.)

So anyways, Amy sent me this link about getting tested for syphilis, which I have to admit is pretty funny. Check it out: <Click Here>.
Oh, and don't check it at work, it features cartoon penises!

It may not look like winter right now...

...but it damn well does on my computer!!

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I am so very tired of this weather. Give me Nunavut any day. Or Denver. Whatever.

Since when is green grass in JANUARY acceptable? Seriously, this is Canada we're talking about here, not friggin' Cuba. GAH.


Thanks to digitalblasphemy.com for the great computer generated background. My membership there is so seriously worth the price.

News Flash

I'm not as put-together as I'd like you all to believe.

That is all.

Oh, and Merry Christmas!