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my weekly internet radio show returns!;

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Those of you who have followed me for awhile know I used to do a weekly internet radio show, it got derailed for a number of reasons, both technically and otherwise.
Starting tomorrow at 2PM eastern, it’s back!
So join me on
Mojo radio
for 3 hours of music and fun.
You can listen by clicking one of the following links at 2PM eastern tomorrow.

You can make requests early by going to
my request script
and searching by title, artist, or keyword!
Hope to see you all there!



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so….. I’ve been served my official eviction notice.

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so
james
has officially evicted me from his living room.

04/29/2011

Mr. Shane Davidson,

I’m sorry to inform you that due to circumstances beyond our control, we are left with no alternative save to terminate your rental agreement with us. This termination is effective as of 5/15/2011. Please insure your personal belongings are returned, and any and all keys, cards, access passes etc are returned to the rental office no later than 5/15/2011. Once again, we thank you for renting with us.

Sincerely,
James Homuth,
CEO – JDH Rentals



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and people wonder why?

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so at this point and time I sit back and wonder

what the goddamn hell did i ever do to deserve the way people treat me.

I’ve probably posted here numerous times about my childhood, so we won’t rehash that.
But going through e-mail, and cursing the spam filters as I had to go digging for an order receipt, this message, got through.
Because I’m not a total heartless prick I’ve removed the e-mail and name of the sender, and my own for the security of all.
I’m going to reaferm my stance, I’m not responsible for the actions of others as a result of this post, and I’m not responsible if you aquire equipment to blow this person to kingdom come. But I’ll support the efort and join you in jail, k?
So here we go.

from: my biological mother
to: me
Sent: Tuesday, April 05, 2011 4:17 AM
subject:

This message is to inform you that we heard about your surgeries back in July, and what has transpired since then.
What right did you have denying your biological parents access to your medical history, or your state of health.
We fucking brought you into this world, we have a fucking right to know what’s going on with you.
How’d we find out? By reading your goddamn blog, and if this goes on the blog, you won’t like the consiquences.
I hope someone does kill you because you don’t deserve to live, and the next time you have surgery hopefully they’ll fucking kill you so your out of our lives.
As for you dating some gutter slut whore from the states? Your a goddamn canadian, stay the fuck on this side of the boarder, you don’t need to be dating some fat, no good bitch that can’t even fend for herself and who won’t even get up the balls to come up here.
The only relationship from that side of the boarder that did you any good was the one that knew that slapping you around was the only way to keep you in line.
Don’t ever deny us access to your information again young man, we brought you into this world, and we’ll take you out of it.
Your foster parents can’t and won’t stop us from removing you from our lives, even if you think they will.
You can’t hide from us, so don’t try.

see above, I need not repeat myself.
The comment boards and this database might just blow up. Sorry
james
and
dream host
if I cause the
MY SQL
server to shit all over the floor.



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the US after action report, and other musings.

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Yeah, I’m lazy.
Deal with it.
I’ve been back on this side of the boarder, for what, almost a month.
in list format, because I’m just to goddamn lazy, and expanding thoughts undercafinated is not how I roll, oh, and because I can.

  • I returned from the states march 3, 2011.< relatively in tact, sanity not withstanding. Surf the blog in february for the few blog posts pertaining to it.
  • Came back to more ODSP horseshit, that will see the light of day when I’m not lazy and can form a comprehensive blog post on the stupid. short version, hi questionaire that attempted to say
    james and I were married. um, how about, not. That reminds me, I need to sign that, scan it and get it the hell back to the office.
  • More hospital related garbage, we think I’ve got a depression issue, but, that’s right, my health plan won’t cover meds to help me that don’t break my brain. now, where’d that money tree go?

  • I’m attempting to figure out relationship related things, partially due to depression, and partially other shit, that multiple people got the result of spued all over their monitors, thanks
    simon
    Kyra
    for dealing with the majority of it. I know it probably made your computers explode, but that’s ok, their’s the money tree, right? um, no. lol.
  • The hockey posts? knowing I haven’t posted a damn one since february 13, the short version, we suck, fuck off, and die, sums up the majority of those games. So, we’ll just forgo the spam that’ll happen if I attempt to catch up, k? sound like a good idea? yeah, that’s what I thought.
  • james mother is still of the opinion I don’t need ibuprofen, as advol is the same, and my specialist really really wants to slap her upside the head with something blunt. as me, and you all, probably know, when my specialist, (or now nearly my full time doctor, but more on that in another entry, maybe.), says bounce, this is what you need, it probably means get it and STFU. their are certain parental figures that need to learn the art of your not my doctor, she is, either help me get what I need or get the goddamn hell outta my way, k?

that, in squished format, is me.
Now, where the hell’s the money tree, and the cafinated beverages.

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seriously…?

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so according to vanessa, the twatwaffling hormonal sex deprived asscrack, she’s attempted to call krista multiple times, sent multiple e-mails, etc.
Except that part wherein she sent nothing.
Anyone wanna guess who the fuck she’s blaming this time? Yep, me, again.
I’m supposedly the cause of krista never getting her voicemails or e-mails.
I hate people, just… bleh.

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days that suck, but include people that are made of win.

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so as posted early
yesterday
the plan was to go out to lunch with a friend, and hit wall mart.
Except that part, wherein that didn’t happen.
This time, my wallit was supposed to be in my jacket pocket. except for that parrt, wherein…. it *wasn’t*.
Happy? no, not really.
Annoyed? sure, I’ll use that one. why not.
Long and short of it, had to run all the way to fuckin’ montreal to replace one of the 2 lost debet cards.
trip started yesterday at 1PM and didn’t end until about an hour ago.
We thank
rick
:for driving me their, and back. You sir, are made of awsome, and win.
Why can’t their be more people like rick in the world? seriously? it could use a few more.
related: american customs, it’s no business of yours where I work, I probably make more than you do, so kindly shove off.
related number 2: welcome to having to bust out the grade 9 french braille reading skills, to make sure we found the right pisser in tim hortons in montreal. Everything, but the bathrooms was printed bilingual, why not the bathrooms? who the fuck knows.

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wherein the kitchen table has now become my desk.

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so over the past month my computer had decided that being made of fail, was grand, but it’s
lenovo
running
microsoft
windows, so you’d expect things to generally suck, right?
yeah, except not on the magnitude of this.
My wireless adapter was sorta being a pain in the ass, since my last trip to the states.
I just thought it was the fitchburg state network, because we know that university networks generally suck, on principle.
Well, over the past couple of days, I’ve been losing total network connectivity, etc.
Without boring my readers with the details, it was determined that my network adapter, is simarily, hozed, shot, whatever you call it.
The resolution?
Wire into the router, and use the kitchen table, as my desk, until a better solution can be found.



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a small note to hamilton dweebs. wanna try that again?

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Oh god, the stupid strikes again.
So on a wim I dial up the ODSP IVR, the thing that tells me how much money I’m getting, or not getting, depending on your side of the fence, and get simarily told your file’s currently on hold.
after the appropriate amount of WTF happens, I ping my ODSP worker and go, last time I checked my file was fine, what the hell’s going on.
in list format have these appropriate amount of wtf results.
According to certain individuals I’m supposedly, ready?:

  1. Married to krista.

  2. We have a child on the way because I supposedly had unprotected sex.
  3. I moved down their perminantly and didn’t report that to ODSP.

firstly, how the hell can I be married to krista when we’re not even engaged?
Secondly, a child? seriously? how the hell’d that happen, from 400 miles away? that’d have to be one long ass dick, ok? just… omg.
Thirdly? moved down their? really? except not. Wishful thinking, but sadly, didn’t happen.
So the result of that, kathy, my worker, now has to issue appropriate amounts of clue to get this fixed, and attempt to not die while laughing.
Kathy indicates this little implosion that is the stupid should be fixed by friday at the *latest*.
I was highly amused, in a, are you fuckin’ serious? kinda way.
The lengths some people will go to.
just, jesus christ.
Please do be not trying that again. You’ll fail, again.
unrelated: CNIB? *totally* blind is just that, totally, 0, no, sight, so take your low vision assessment and shove it up your ass. it’s not needed in this apartment. thanks for trying, though.

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a note to people who think I’m made of money. their’s a clue inside. go fetch.

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This is an open clue to specific individuals who think I’m made of money and who need a knew brain.
Please take note of the following in list format.

  • Nobody was home when I left on december 1, 2010.
  • Your waiting until now, almost a month later, to ask about the house key? seriously?

Now, for a couple well aimed clues.

  • If you really want me to ship the key back to you, kindly pay for it. and *my*, transportation, at $25 each way, to and from pembroke by cab to ship the offending piece of metal.
  • a more smarter idea is this, it’s cheeper to simply cut another key than to spend almost $15 in shipping, + transportation costs, to and from the post office, for me to ship the house key back to you.

  • what the fuck am I gonna do with the house key nearly 9 hours away, for serious?

In short, quit wasting my time, and yours, and the money I don’t have, and get over yourselves.
Replace the lock or the housekey, and move the fuck on.
I don’t wanna here anymore wining you can’t rent the room out because, *I*, didn’t give back the house key.
the simple fact is this, your to goddamn lazy to cut a knew one, and that’s the end of it.
Thanks for playing, now, shut up and leave me the hell alone.
note, to the people this is directed at, this is my blog, my opinion, don’t like what I have to say, stop reading, right the hell now.

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and that ends another christmas, for 2010.

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Looking at posts this time last year, christmas was a fail, but so was my birthday, but that hasn’t happened this year, so we can’t bitch about it, yet.
Anyhow, not expecting to get presents, I was just expecting to go to james parents place for food and that’d be that.
But I did get presents.
In list format. I got.

  • body spray.
  • aftershave.
  • a knew winter hat

so, it’s nice to be thought of, even if it’s by a family that barely knows me.
but it still ruled, so you’ll have that.

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