Goodbye, old friend
NO nobody died. At least, nobody I know of.
I'm canning my original blog, "Jack's Blog at The End of The Universe". Why? Becase even with 3 people allegedly posting on THIS one, it still doesn't get enough action. So my trying to post on 2 (ignore the fact that it's been months since I posted) ain't gonna float.
I think I'm actually going to miss my indoctrination into the world of blogging. Originally started as a way to expound my views upon an unsuspecting public, it gradually turned into an update of my life. Occasionally my posts would simply be an exercise in grammar, punctuation, vocabulary, and proper sentence structure.
Now the old girl has slipped into mediocrity. I'm sure no one has an RSS feed linked to it any more, nor would they really feel bad when it moves on in the great ether of the net. Happily I can still make such geek references and a few friends might get a chuckle out of that!
SO enough reminiscing, and on to the show!
My trophy girlfriend and I bought a house in Edmonton! It's a nice little place with lots of floorspace for friends, family, associates, acquaintances, and other associated things to crash on when they some into town. We specifically picked it with that in mind, so don't be afraid, come visit, we don't bite (often).
Unfortunately her furball is coming with her. No matter how hard I try I can't get away from cats! I moved out of my parents house in university, and then mere months later my new roommate gets a cat. I run away and join the military, and then my girlfriend gets a cat! I try to move across the country and she brings the damn thing with her! Ah well, I'll be getting a dog eventually. One that will likely be terrified of that little orange critter.
The military shipping system has once again reared its ugly head, I'm sure some people have already heard about the trials I have encountered when trying to get my furniture shipped from Toronto, but here it is in again the Readers Digest version. Heather and I paid for a second pickup of her crap. Her crap was the ONLY crap shipped out and my crap was still in storage because the manager is a knob. It took another WEEK for my crap to get on a truck and start coming out here. Now here's the latest info on that wonderfulness. My crap is BACK in storage (in Edmonton this time) and I can't get to it for 3 days because "that's how it works". All I want is my desk and my desk chair, is that too much to ask?
Grahambo, (name blurred to protect the innocent) one of the few from high school who isn't hiding on the other side of the world, will be staying here for a few days while he gets trained up to be a roughneck. He's tiny, but he's wiry. Should be entertaining at least!
-J.
I'm canning my original blog, "Jack's Blog at The End of The Universe". Why? Becase even with 3 people allegedly posting on THIS one, it still doesn't get enough action. So my trying to post on 2 (ignore the fact that it's been months since I posted) ain't gonna float.
I think I'm actually going to miss my indoctrination into the world of blogging. Originally started as a way to expound my views upon an unsuspecting public, it gradually turned into an update of my life. Occasionally my posts would simply be an exercise in grammar, punctuation, vocabulary, and proper sentence structure.
Now the old girl has slipped into mediocrity. I'm sure no one has an RSS feed linked to it any more, nor would they really feel bad when it moves on in the great ether of the net. Happily I can still make such geek references and a few friends might get a chuckle out of that!
SO enough reminiscing, and on to the show!
My trophy girlfriend and I bought a house in Edmonton! It's a nice little place with lots of floorspace for friends, family, associates, acquaintances, and other associated things to crash on when they some into town. We specifically picked it with that in mind, so don't be afraid, come visit, we don't bite (often).
Unfortunately her furball is coming with her. No matter how hard I try I can't get away from cats! I moved out of my parents house in university, and then mere months later my new roommate gets a cat. I run away and join the military, and then my girlfriend gets a cat! I try to move across the country and she brings the damn thing with her! Ah well, I'll be getting a dog eventually. One that will likely be terrified of that little orange critter.
The military shipping system has once again reared its ugly head, I'm sure some people have already heard about the trials I have encountered when trying to get my furniture shipped from Toronto, but here it is in again the Readers Digest version. Heather and I paid for a second pickup of her crap. Her crap was the ONLY crap shipped out and my crap was still in storage because the manager is a knob. It took another WEEK for my crap to get on a truck and start coming out here. Now here's the latest info on that wonderfulness. My crap is BACK in storage (in Edmonton this time) and I can't get to it for 3 days because "that's how it works". All I want is my desk and my desk chair, is that too much to ask?
Grahambo, (name blurred to protect the innocent) one of the few from high school who isn't hiding on the other side of the world, will be staying here for a few days while he gets trained up to be a roughneck. He's tiny, but he's wiry. Should be entertaining at least!
-J.
posted by Jack at 8:36 AM
3 Comments:
I'm sure you'll find a way to cope. Perhaps (with a little prodding, cajoling, insulting, and petulence) I can convince the other two slackers on this site to post more frequently. Well, I suppose now we only have one slacker. Yes Dave, I'm looking at you.
Didn't know you had that blog Goose, but I'm linking yours to mine.
And if you don't know me, ask Jack.
Didn't I jump on your back one random Saturday night?
as in this blog... not the old one.
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