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The Handwriting of a Madman
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Found this scrap of paper, the nephews notes for a tables order:
...and I take him to task on it, it's the writing of a madman, a lunatic, spelling aside it looks like a four year old cut out a ransom note for the family cat, I want to make a font out of it, type out my manifesto, my plan to rule the world or learn to speak European, he laughs, he gets it ...
Changes to the EULA
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And the email, from Microsoft, that they've made changes to their End User Licensing Agreement, which I should read and either consent to or stop using their products.
This is such a load of shit. I mean, first of all, no one ever reads the EULA, we are forced instead to follow web-zines that monitor privacy and advise us as to how our "rights" are being eroded, abused and perpetually compromised. If anyone ever read the EULA there is very little likelihood that anyone would ever buy an app or product. But even more offensive (as if this wasn't enough already) is that companies have the right - after you've purchased or subscribed to their product - to alter or change the EULA. Probably there is room to challenge this, with a crack legal team and countless millions of dollars of resources, but that edge is given to corporations, not consumers, and the corporations that provide us the product know this.
Dysfunctional Family
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The owner's daughter has dropped by with her own child for a free meal. The owner's sleeping in the basement. She orders a couple of free seafood risottos off of the Filipino slave and wanders about the restaurant, saying hi to the staff...
I avoid her. I know her from a previous life, even if I didn't, she's fucked up. Alcoholic, 40 year old, the body of the A&W Root Bear, freeloader, scavenger extraordinaire, she'll come to steal from the liquor, the fridge, she's no shame, the government subsidizes her housing, the owner her expenses (his lover coming in every week to lobby for more, poor single mother, she wants to fix everything, she's convinced she can...)...She's failure at every level, but she's the only kid that turned out "well"...the other two, well, we won't discuss them here...
She tells the sous-chef about all the food- leftovers - she wants from the restaurant when we close for vacation. All of it. All for her. She's his kid, has kids, after all...
...and after eating their fancy risottos on the patio, the owner wakes up and discovers them...
..."Give him a hug" mom tells her daughter, but her Pa ain't buying it...
"FUCK OFF. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO COME HERE...MAKING MY STAFF WORK FOR YOU? FUCK OFF!"
Sad to say but he's right. The risotto is packed up, they quietly disappears, we knew when we saw her, and the owner storms the restaurant suppressing his temper all the rest of the night...
Garage Sale Fake Cartier
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This morning, a few garage sales, nothing too promising. I'm looking for a going away gift for the Italian Waiter. Nada...
But I find a pair of Antique Candlesticks, (I know, I know...what am I going to do with them all?), a cheap canvas messenger bag to replace the one that was stolen from the jeep (and still no word from Calgary's Finest, not holding my breath), and .... (hold your breath):
Look close...
Not a bad morning, I'd always wanted to have one of these to put on my girlfriends, wrist, now, without a girlfriend, I have a Fake Cartier.
The daughter, we'll see if she has an appreciation for the imitation of finer things, she's a few significant dates coming up...
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