Are you actually able to breath with your head that far up your ass?

I guess both questions were rhetorical in nature as I doubt any creditors read this mess. But if you are a creditor… go fuck yourself! Oh, and if you are having trouble breathing in there lemme help you by retroactively adjusting my foot in your ass.

Why am I so upset over credit cards? Well, if you follow me at all you might be aware that I enjoy Frontline. No, not the flea and tick remover (in case you actually wanted to visit them… I included a link) but the brilliant documentary program on PBS. The latest release is called The Card Game and it details why the credit company’s are having fun screwing you (In case you love Frontline as I do and want to know more about credit cards check out Secret History of The Credit Card).

What makes me the most upset and also somewhat confused is the policy of Credit Cards to retroactively adjust interest rates. Here’s an example of what this is: Person A (let’s call him Joe) buys a plane ticket for $500. Joe’s credit card which he got through Bank A (let’s just call it ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne) has an APR (Annual Percentage Rate… interest) of 15%. All seems fine and dandy. Joe buys a plane ticket for $500 and so accepts the loan agreement with a 15% APR from ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne. Suddenly ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne decides to raise Joe’s APR to 30% because a check he paid for his Car Lease (let’s just say he drives a Hybrid Hummer… too unbelievable? ok how bout a Ford Taurus?) got lost in the mail. Because Joe had a financial issue completely unrelated to ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne they decide to raise his APR. To fully understand this though let’s be more specific on what ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne did to Joe, this is were the WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT BULLSHIT moment comes. ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne changed an agreed upon interest rate for a loan already paid out. Where else is it acceptable to change rates previously agreed upon? The company’s can say all they want that those are the conditions agreed upon, but I guess Joe missed the fine print in the contract about ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne being heartless douche bags… Further more, what does his Ford Taurus have to do with ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne? For a group that advocates so strongly for the governmentto  “stay out of our business,” and “this doesn’t concern you,” they sure are hypocritical assholes aren’t they? If ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne really had that big of an issue with the spending practices of Joe than it should have canceled Joe’s card, or at the very least renegotiated the APR. The fact that credit card company’s can retroactively adjust APRs without borrower approval stands as a testament to the financial lopsidedness these company’s posses.

So… Joe… if you’re out there here’s something to consider. Banks have no authority to extradite. Take you’re plane ticket, go on a shopping spree with your favorite ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne credit card, and have fun in a distant land. If ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne wants to fuck with Joe, then Joe should remind them how flimsy that contract truly is. If ChaseMotherFuck’nTDBankofAmericaOne wants to treat him as a pawn based on the fine print then maybe he should allow them to take that reading material and shove it, after all it might get boring with all that head up all that ass and nothing to read.

Like what I did there with the title? It was a clue… see I went to the french part… again (there’s a link to the first time in case you missed it)… so I’m allowed to do that… see…

If you need proof that I went I don’t blame you… so here it is:

Is that proof enough for you? Good. I mean look at all that time between those tweets, I must’ve been gone forever.

Let me start from the beginning  just so you don’t feel lost. I finished editing the weeks AFO… posted it and then all in one swift slow-motion motion I hopped on my bike and started off to the Bus station (South Station in Boston). I bought my ticket and then came the waiting. While seated I noticed a homeless man walking passed with a particularly down-on-his-luck kind of a  stride. As this gentleman passed I noticed his pants were particularly low and that his ass was particularly visible. I thought to myself, “this trip is going to be interesting”. I made the bus and after I spent the night at my grandparents house in Nashua, where I met up with my uncle, Bob, and my brother,Bryce, my grandparents were there too but they weren’t going on the trip. After much catching up we all decided to hit the hay at midnight. Now I went to bed at midnight but I didn’t get to sleep until after three, I blame my weird Youtube influenced lifestyle. The next morning came too early at 6. After breakfast and a shower we decided to embark, my uncle drove and we hit the border in record time. In tradition of commuting to Canada we did encounter roadkill. It was a deer that was dispatched with over about 50 feet of road. A little bit beyond there was a truck with some people butchering the rest of the deer for the meat (I’m guessing food, but they could’ve been doing something more sinister but lets not jump to conclusions). While on the topic of animal and death lemme introduce you to Bryce. One of the car ride topics was how to dispatch certain animals. Bryce brought up a book he has, sort of an army survival guide, that details how to catch and kill every furry forest creature you could ever care to. Lets talk beaver (we’re gonna do that a lot) apparently to kill a beaver what you do is grab it by the tail (don’t ask how… I have no idea) and pick it up. Bryce told us the guide says to slowly wave the varmint  around into a sense of calm. See beaver have these teeth that can chew through wood and the object is to keep it from chewing through yours. Once it is rocked into calm the guide says, no joke, to then bash it against a tree. BASH IT AGAINST A TREE. Well that’s good to know. I’ve sidetracked enough though let me jump to the border crossing/jump the border.

Passports ready? Yeah. Get them out. Ok. This was a pretty uneventful border crossing, just the standard no’s at the right time and yes’s at the others. We were going up to visit our cousins (just like last time… seriously… it’s all here). My Cousin Catherine had warned us that Canada is gray this time of year… everything is gray… just plain gray. She was right. On the other side of the border everything just got gray (it didn’t really but lets just say it did). We finally arrived in Drummondville, Québec after ~4.5 hours. We met with Catherine and then went to lunch at her aunt’s, Françoise, and her cousin was there, Valérie, and later her uncle,  François, showed up (what were their parents thinking? two children with almost identical names… How Bizarre). Ate some awesome spaghetti toured her house (she has a pool table, a ping pong table, and a foosball table HA BISKY!!!).

After Lunch Catherine took us on a tour of Old Drummondville. We saw some graves and such and went on a long walk. Out of nowhere she has us climb a fence and check out an outdoor theater thing. I was really confused, especially when she started talking about a legion of lumberjacks. See over a thick french accent Legend sounds a lot like legion and so while I was picturing a legion of lumberjacks making deals with the devil she was actually talking about this. I think… then again maybe I’m just lost in translation and way off. Beyond this theater was a huge town. It consisted of at least 75 framed buildings of  a recreated village. All empty and all with intact windows (weird). There was no security and yet no beer bottles or graffiti. This blew my mind, how can this exist? It was huge, and completely empty… Amazing. We then walked back to the car. On the topic of graffiti I did see a lot on the bridges and the sides of building (not in the village… still confuses the hell out of me) My favorite graffiti was in English. I don’t know what the french graffiti said but if the English graffiti was any indication… they sure hate the police. The best anti police piece of artwork that I saw simply said “suck you police”. I love that shit… it’s like when Americans get tattoos of Chinese characters (Daniel Tosh has an awesome joke pertaining to that… and he rocks… so if you don’t know of him… go forth and find him). Oh well that’s enough of that old Drummondville thing.

We ate at LeMaire and Bryce popped his poutine cherry… mmmmmm… say that with me just once… popped his poutine cherry… doesn’t that make you want to regurgitate something that oddly enough looks stunningly like poutine “ça va faire une maudite poutine.” This place was pretty cool though, makes there own cheese curd right there. And because Drummondville is small Catherine knew one of the people behind the scenes making curd. We waved, he waved back… so we waved again… Then we left.

That night Catherine arranged that we would go to a bar and watch Saturday night hockey. See in Canada hockey reigns supreme. Bigger than Football (Probably because Canadian football is fucked up… their football has 3 downs and the feild is 10 yards longer… whaaaaaaaaaaat?)She ultimately determined that it’d be easier to stay at her house and get beer from the local convenient store. This idea was awesome because the local convenient store offers a “make your own six pack” of local small brewery beers. I let my uncle and brother pick the beer as I’m not the most sophisticated drinker… and I don’t know french. At one point my uncle turned to me and said, “can you grab me another box”. This came after my cousin grabbed a 12 bottle mix pack, my brother made a six pack, and my uncle had already made a six pack. We ended up leaving with 4 six packs and a 12 pack… all was small brews… tasty. It was the Montreal Canadians vs. the Tampa Bay Lightning (I didn’t even know they had a hockey team… and apparently the are really good). The Sunny-Floridian-Based-Lightning won 3-1 over the Cold-Comfortable-On-The-Ice-Canadians… WTF!!! Interuption time… we were discussing the french rolling r sound… and my uncle said it’s like the elephants sub sonic call. I said if it’s subsonic then you cant hear it. He replied with a “you’d have to be there” sort of a face which the thought of has currently has put a smile on mine.  After we handed it to the Canadians we watched Bon Cop Bad Cop. This movie, which I need to watch again while sober, apparently highlights the rivalry between the French Canadians and the English Canadians… but like I said… I need to watch it again while sober. That night ended and I found my bed. A makeshift air mattress cushion combination which actually wasn’t that bad. I mean I was a begger so anything was good (and Celine if you’re reading this thank you for the accommodations as always you are a wonderful hostess.)

The next day came at about nine when we embarked on our trip to Montreal. I mean there was breakfast and a shower… but you don’t really care about that do you? So off to Montreal and more graffiti. I think alot of it was sanctioned as it was really intricate and awesome. lime greens have never looked so good on the side of an industrial complex. Mostly tags, no cop hating in Montreal.

Our first stop was Catherines apartment, which conveniently enough is across the street from her school Université de Montréal (shit apparently there’s a funny “e” in Montréal… oh well… no sense in changing the rest now). From what she said ~40.000 kids go there (see that period there… that’s a french thing). Catherine told me that the students affectionately call that tower the phallus. After dropping Catherines stuff off at her apartment (which had oranges by the way) we headed to the Eaton Center via the Montréal metro. Awesome rig they got up there. Maybe I’m biased as Boston’s T is a piece of S but it really is nice. Expensive at $2.75 a trip (but it’s Canadian Dollars which is fake money anyway right? just kidding…) The whole system is on rubber tires, so although it bounces a little it doesn’t shake, or make more noise than a large train barreling through tunnels should. They do an awesome thing too, they put a bar in the middle of the entry way by the door, which if you’re from Boston and have ever been stuck in the middle of a crowded train’s doorway when the train suddenly stops then you’d understand it’s awesomeness/How HA BISKY!!! it’d be (while getting Poutine Catherine asked me what HA BISKY!!! meant… I laughed as it was all going according to plan.) The Wonderful thing about the Metro is that it connects to the underground, A whole city that never has to step outside (Brilliant or a Bad idea… you be the judge, but remember it gets cold… and icy up in them thar hills).

We arrived at the Eaton Center and went to see the Bodies exposition… Odd… I had read a little about this Plastination Process and so when I was looking at the sculptures (for lack of a better word) they moved. Seriously just the footsteps around gave enough movement to have tendons shaking. Kinda disconcerting, knowing that at one point that statue was a living breathing human being and now it’s a permanent fixture on exposition. So there was the weird movement but also the things are kinda dusty… as I imagine they’re impossible to clean, and because there not in cases they’re just hanging out in the breeze. All the signs say “please do not touch” but as I said… no cases… you could reach out and touch a prior human… weird. At the end of the exhibit there was a section where they had some organs one could touch if they so chose… I chose to. I held a human lung, which felt more like rubber than plastic. Sorry if you’re feeling queezy, I’ll move on. In the gift shop they were selling little stress toy hearts, and I felt as though they missed the perfect item… a hackysack heart… it’d be brilliant. My idea… back off…

Where to after looking at the innards of human brains and stomachs… food of course. We had decided earlier a trip to Canada without Tim Hortons is no trip we want to go on. So we found the closest one. unfortunately it was in the underground and more of a quick stop that a restaurant, and so it took forever and I couldn’t get soup (I couldn’t get soup dammit!!!).  I got a hot chocolate which was the hottest beverage I have ever held. I put my glove on to not burn my hand (they laughed at me… but whose hand wasn’t burnt… mine… muahahahaha), dear God it was hot. We ate outside We wanted to eat outside, but in the length of time it took to obtain our food we had managed to eat most of it before exiting the underground. On the plus side, however, The donut I inhaled was awesome. Thank you Tim Hortons for existing, please find a way to exist in Boston.

After eating we started to walk down to old Montréal, crossing streets and taking names we eventually got to Beaver st. or something. There was a Beaver office building, a beaver food shop, and beaver statues on buildings… weird. On the way we passed through a park that had mini traffic cones in it to warn of small dangers. We eventually got to some cobble stones and decided it was old Montréal. We came across La basilique Notre-Dame and it looked so beautiful. High ceilings, gold, and stain glassed windows that God would be proud to see. It truly is a beautiful place to see, in a photo… oh… you think I went inside… no… no I wouldn’t do that… see…  This church has a policy where it costs money to go inside. What? All I could think of was Mark 11:12-19 (I didn’t think that actually I thought about the event… but the actual call numbers… dear God no…). I pondered doing God’s work, but ultimately decided he was on his own on that one… I wouldn’t want to be excommunicated after-all. By the way… the guy in the photo is Bryce… Say hello…

Moving on we got to the waterfront and Celine treated us to beavertails (see the beaver theme… weird huh?), basically fried dough with toppings, I got chocolate and banana and it was delicious thanks for asking. We passed by a street performer and decided to pick up a show. He was quite funny and must’ve known like four languages as he kept switching between English, French, and Spanish (fourth was Turkish oddly enough). His thing was juggling fire, eating fire, and swallowing a balloon sword… (what’s with this bizarre theme). Like I said funny and engaging, at one point he advised us that if we saw a sword fly at us to grab a small child to block ourselves… because they heal quickly.

Did anything else happen on this Montréal excursion… other than Celine wanting to crash a ball… and Bryce buying a Montréal shot glass…  I don’t think so. We got back to Celine’s house after brutal traffic and had Pizza. I prefer American Pizza… sorry. By the way, sidetrack, in Québec they have a bunch of pizza shops that say Boston pizza… What is up with that? New York is famous for its pizza, Chicago is famous for its pizza, Boston is not famous for its pizza. Someone is confused up there, the cold must have gotten to them. Okay, sidetrack over, ate the pizza, ate some fries with vinegar, and we prepared to leave. Celine was adamant that we take something for the road, we managed to thwart the attempts, but I had to say “no” to frutopia about a million times. It’s not that I didn’t want it, I did, but I also didn’t want to have to urinate the whole car ride back.

This car-ride back wasn’t as fun as last trips, but it was still amusing. I don’t know if I’m the only one, but I love border crossings. Had a decently long conversation with border patrol. They asked where we live my uncle and brother both live in New Hampshire. I said I live in Boston and their ears perked up. Maybe they used to live there but they sure felt like talking. “What part of Boston?”,”Roxbury”,”So you take the Green Line to *some* stop?”, “No”, “Oh you take the red line?”, “No, wrong bad neighborhood I take the orange line”, “You eat at *some* pizza place?”,”nope”. My uncle said he’d talk to them about New Hampshire but he was afraid that trees are too boring. We were on our way and that about finishes this story I think… God that took too long… Goodnight…

I need a photo for a passport and I decide to take my own, crop it, and print it at Walgreens. This is the exact process I went though last time I needed a photo for my passport card (which by the way the postal worker commented on saying , “this is a really nice photo where did you have it done”) minus the Walgreens part. See before I worked at this photo company and I just printed it myself on a Qss Noritsu chemical printer. Now that I no longer work for, thee company that shall remain unnamed, I have to seek alternative photo printing services. So I went to my local Walgreens with my photo (on usb) in hand and go to print it. I’ve done all the work, it’s 5″ x 7″ at 300dpi. All I need this middleman to do is print it off. I accept the $2 charge for printing and I come back when they “promise” it’ll be done (by the way the self serve machine did use the exact word “promise”, which I guess was a lie). Apparently Walgreens has this bullshit policy where they wont print off my photo, instead they want me to have them take it. Why? don’t you think the photo I took of myself is better than the shit you’re trying to sell me… I’ve seen what your photos look like… they look like hell… partially because I look like hell. They couldn’t print my photo because they want me to pay more for a shittier photo. Like I said I worked at a photo place and I know that the process they use means that one 5×7 costs about 10 cents to print out. But because Walgreens is greedy and they suck apparently a 2000% mark-up isn’t enough. That’s right I handed them the file and all they had to do was print it and hand it back to me and accept the huge profit margin, but no… they wanted more. So… Fuck you Walgreens, lets see if Ritz wants my business.

I wanted the title to read “When I Die: The Effects Of Breathing in Microwaving Fumes and Other Dumb Things I’ve Done” but I felt it’d be too long…

So why am I writing about this morbid subject. cause I’m goth duh… and Dan Brown reminded me of this interesting policy. I just want the digiverse to know what my digiwill is so it doesn’t format my digilife… after all 01100001 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100111 01101001 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110100 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101001 01100010 01101100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 01110100 01100101 am I right? (btw… that’s “a digilife is a terrible thing to waste” in binary). So don’t delete anything. The concern that many have and that facebook realizes is that hooligans will vandalize and tarnish the name of the deceased. I’ll be dead though, so I promise I wont care, I wont “roll over in my grave” (there’s a reason for that which I’ll get to later). In fact when I die I want some terrible shit said about me, like some of the darkest jokes possible. I hereby put Zac Little in charge of the hate blogosphere, Zac don’t let me down. Also how possible would it be to have everyone I’m friends with change their status’s to “it’s complicated” with Jory Caron. After all, that status is by far the least appreciated, well that and widowed… but that’s too literal and so depressing. I also want someone to take over my account and start friending people and writing on others walls… oh the fun we could have…

What do I want to happen to my lifeless human vessel? Do I want to be buried in a large beautiful cemetery? No. Do I want to be cremated? That’s only half true. Please note this is a working will and so it may change without warning. As of right now I want to be placed in a plane and taken to at least 10,000 feet. This being completed I want the Pilot to illuminate the smoking sign. Without hesitation I want the  flight attendant (played by Harrison Ford, or a look-alike if Harrison Ford decided to quit before me) to light me on fire and jettison me from the plane while saying “Get off my plane“. Did I mention the in flight movie is “The Flying Tailor“? No. Sorry, yeah it is and it should’ve started about 5 minutes ago (we’re in future plane space by the way) don’t make the same directing mistake I made either… we only have one shot to get this right. And now you’re definitely wondering what the target of my fire arrow like self is… an active volcano. The irony of being on fire and plummeting into a fiery pit is something I’ve always held close to my heart. And God willing it’ll be real close to my heart when I sink into the liquid hot magma. I’d probably just burn out on top though… right? whatevs…

So yeah to sum up… Don’t delete my digiself… Insult me with dark clever insults… Complicate with me… and Watch me burn…

I finally made a large step in my life…. I’m talking of course about buying a grill. which grill? This one of course… it’s the Weber 22.5″ One-Touch Silver grill… There is just something about fire and cooking meat that is just so… sexual…

if that doesn’t work just download it  here

It was super easy to build out of the box… I actually cooked on it last night… Best burgers I have ever had… but I’ll talk about that a little later. Another accessory I bought to feel like a cooler guy chef person was a charcoal chimney starter… it looks like the thing to the right… partially because it is the thing on the right… I wasn’t too sure if I wanted it at first 1. because I wasn’t sure how great it’d work and 2. I bought a large thing of lighter fluid awhile back (anyone need any lighter fluid?) to answer the first question though… it works amazingly… put just two pieces of newspaper in the bottom and in like 10-15 minutes the coals were red hot… no lighter fluid needed… and that means no lighter fluid taste… BIG PLUS!!!! I mean you know how hard it is to light charcoal… do yourself a favor and buy one… well… if you have a grill… you’ll be super happy you did…

Lemme get to the dinner though… like I said… best burgers I have ever had… grilled the buns. Charcoal has this amazing ability to make everything it touches taste great… one of my bites was just the bun… and it tasted like God… the burger was incredibly juicy… and… well now I’m hungry… dammit…

Oh well… I’ll leave now… oh yeah… before I go… lemme just say that I dig this fall weather… warm days… cool nights… COZY and beautiful…

This past weekend (Aug. 15th,16th) I visited my extended family in Drummondville, Canada. let me back up though and draw this out into a longer blog post.

This photo right here is of my cousins taken the weekend prior to the Canada trip. It is my cousin in the red shirt, James Caron, who asked, “would you like to go to Canada next weekend.” At the time I believe I said, “yeah but I’ll have to get back to you later as I have some youtube stuff to work on”. I finished the youtube stuff (AFO… Microsoft Word) Friday night with about 20 minutes to spare as I had to catch the last bus to Nashua (our staging point for Canada). That accounts for why there wasn’t a video thumbnail or annotations. I literally finished posting the video and left within 5 minutes. That being said, I am so happy I made that last bus because little did I know, this trip was going to be bad ass.

To get From Nashua to Drummondville (in Québec) I was going to be driving with My cousin James (who you’ve already met) his wife Rubab and my Uncle Bob. We were going to be driving to Drummondville (about 4:30 hours). The car ride up was rather uneventful. The border crossing was easy enough although the border officer was kind of being a jerk. Apparently he didn’t understand the concept of marriage and how a Pakistani born woman, Rubab, could have family in Canada. On our ride up My cousins decided to learn a little french by listening to a French CD. The CD producer loved the accordion and used it as punctuation… sorta got old… imagine the same little jingle every few minutes. The only things we took from the CD was on “what do you do for work” which the actor on the CD responded with civil servant or fonctionnaire in french. Also the actress asked the actor whether he was married or not, if you are single you are célibataire, french for single. Both these pieces of french came back numerous times on our trip, leaving laughter in their wake. Moving on though.

You may be wondering who we were visiting.  Well we were going to see my 3rd Cousins and their parents, but I’m not really sure what they’d be (3rd aunt/uncle? oh well… that’s what I’m calling them from here on out) I had only met some of this part of my family once or twice so it was going to be quite the adventure. On top of this the Québécois (a native of Québec) speak french as their first language so I wasn’t too sure what to expect. Most of the younger generation speak English quite well as they are taught it in school from a very early age. Luckily they all fit the younger generation criteria and communication wasn’t too difficult. Also Lucky for us we were randomly visiting on the Canadian Caron’s annual Corn cookout (from what I heard it was a get together founded after these relatives decided they had to see each other other than at family funerals). I didn’t know it, but the Canadian side of my family is huge… I’m talking 14 kids each for my grandparents generation. There were so many people at this party that I knew I was related to but had never seen before. I also learned that this side of my family loves to have a good time. They dance and sing like nobody’s business. They also really enjoy just grabbing people and forcing them to dance. That photo is me dancing, trying to dance, with my 3rd aunt Celine (my uncle said it looked like I was going to hurl in this photo… I think I was just trying to understand what she was saying over the music and thick accent). This large get together seemed really bizarre. I was talking with my 3rd cousin, Maxime, and he said he didn’t know many of the people here. This is when I turned to my Cousin James and asked, “is this really happening right now?” He laughed and confirmed that, “yes it was.” Some people at this gathering knew English but the majority did not. It was the first time that I felt like a true foreigner. I talked to some extended family, like Michel who didn’t seem to like English speaking Americans… then again I later learned he is a drill sergeant for the Canadian armed forces. One thing that I found very odd/awesome. was when a relative picked up a guitar and started playing, what I later found out to be Dégénération by Mes Aïeux. In the picture my 3rd cousin, Maxime, joined him with a mike. Suddenly everyone started singing this song, well almost everyone… I don’t speak french and had never heard it before. Apparently the song is relatively new and is sort of a nostalgic look at old Québec while criticizing the quiet revolution (I think). Either way, it was odd, old and young, they all sang it.

That night I stayed with my 3rd Aunt Celine and her husband Guy in Maxime’s old bedroom. Their house is very nice and they were very hospitable. For dinner we had Pizza. I Think it was a combination of the language barrier and the desire to be extremely hospitable, but Celine was feeding me a lot of food. I had to tell he a number of times, “no, I’m all set I’m full”, only to later have to accept another slice of pizza later on. I think she was fattening me up so it’s a good thing I can eat a lot or I would’ve exploded.

The next day we took a trip into Québec city. We stopped at Tim Hotons and this is where I say… Dunkin Donuts sucks… Tim Hortons kicks its ass. We ventured into old Québec city which is such an awesome place. it is a walled in section of the city with the Château Frontenac inside. We took a tour of the Château lead by the lovely Alice Vallée, sort of a costume of the times type tour. the Château is now a hotel, and from what I saw a very nice one. Old Québec city is really clean and quaint, I totally want to go back. On our drive back to Drummondville I saw a sign for this convenient store. I laughed… My French cousins were laughing too because of the way I was pronouncing tard… this made me laugh more because the original joke was totally lost on them.

That night we had Poutine which I had never heard of, but was actually really good. After dinner we set out on our journey home. That car ride was one of the best car rides I have ever been a part of. there was a lot of “you’d just have to have been there” moments. As we were leaving there Rubab forgot the car was still in reverse and almost hit Celine’s care “They’re just happy we came.” I joked about the munchkins we got at Tim Hortons calling them Horton Holes… their actual name isn’t much nicer, Tim Bits. There was the recounting of the fonctionnaire word which oddly we heard so many times on the trip (the CD actually taught us something) and célibataire “no I’m a priest”. We were laughing so hard that we kinda hit a Raccoon (a fur coat for Diane), which made a lot of sense because when we were driving up we passed 3 dead raccoons within a few feet of eachother “it was a massacre”. It made us wonder how The Raccoon population in Canada still exists. It was late and we didn’t even stop so when we got to the Border crossing and the officer was staring at the front of the car, we were hoping there wasn’t fur and blood all over the front.

That’s about it for my trip… Oh well… this story has gone on too long… I hope you found some pleasure in reading it… I guess it’s more of a fun sort of rememberance for me… sorry about that…

The health care system is Fucked up and your dumbass isn’t helping any…

the 5 reasons why the health care reform bill sucks…

1.) rewards for healthy living will be stripped away…

• if you live a healthy life style you will pay relatively the same price as someone who smokes or engages in other not so healthy activities…

2.) you could lose your existing plan even if you’re happy with it…

• if your current plan does not meet certain criteria under the new health care reform bill you will be forced to get new coverage…

3.) kiss high deductible plans and health savings accounts goodbye…

• this is a plan some businesses are setting up where the employee puts money into a savings account and the employer matches it per dollar… from this account the employee pays for all medical expenses…

4.) loss of the freedom to chose what your plan covers…

• I might want to save a few bucks by not having certain things covered, like prescription drugs, mental health shit, or substance abuse…

5.) loss of the freedom to chose all your doctors…

• through the proposed system you chose your pcp, but say you need a specialist… your PCP determine what and who are best for you…

now here is where I say… What the Fuck is the problem with this…I don’t think Obama is a dumbass… I think the people against this reform are dumbasses…

I took these problems from an article by Shawn Tully of Fortune.com. As I was reading his article I was shocked at what he was saying was a problem… certain things strike me as a plus… let me break it down item by item.

1.) rewards for healthy living will be stripped away…

WTF! noooooooo… it actually says that insurers will be barred from charging more than twice from one person to another… so the insures could charge smokey sam twice as much as athletic adam… also… maybe you’re forgetting… don’t smoke not because it’ll cost more… but because it could kill you… also the idea here is not to discourage people from getting insurance, but making it affordable for everyone… without the reform if smokey sams premiums can jump too high, then maybe he’ll go without, and that’ll lead to 2 possible things.. 1. he dies… or 2. he gets treated driven into bankruptcy and the government has to pay anyway…

2.) you could lose your existing plan even if you’re happy with it…

DUH! why should you be allowed to keep a plan that isn’t good enough… yeah you’re healthy now, but what about when you find out you have cancer… will you be happy with your shitty plan then… NOOOO!!! you can’t expect to get something for nothing… the plan may cost more now, but when you are liveing later, you’ll be happy you were forced to get an adequate plan…

3.) kiss high deductible plans and health savings accounts goodbye…

I fuck’n hate these plans… they encourage people to be frugal with their health care by shopping around and skimping… you wouldn’t have to shop around if there was more health care regulation… I’d rather know I was getting good coverage than have to waste my time and seek out good coverage… I didn’t go to school for healthcare… I don’t know how many ccs of that or whether an MRI or just an x-ray is best… I don’t want the ability to chose this… same reason I don’t want to tell the brain surgen how to do his job… he’s smarter than I am…

4.) loss of the freedom to chose what your plan covers…

see the bottom of argument #1… do you know the cost of some prescription drugs? do you think anyone wants to get helplessly addicted to drugs? do you think anyone controld their mental health problems?… why gamble with your health… essentially that’s what trimming coverages does…

5.) loss of the freedom to chose all your doctors…

similar to #3… if I was told to seek a neurologist I wouldn’t know where to go… if you like your PCP then you should respect the recomendations he or she makes… if you don’t like those recomendations then find a new PCP… believe it or not… they know more than you…

Healthcare is so important why is it not universal…education is mandated and if you don’t like it, you have the option to seek private education (as long as it meets certain criteria)… doesn’t that sound like the proposed plan… the private school have to compete (doesn’t that sound familiar)…

I’ll leave with this…

everyone is prone to unexpected health problems… everyone needs affordable healthcare that fully covers them… if everyone needs it then it should be universal… this’ll drive down the costs and drive up the service…

I just launched a new channel/show…

check it out on youtube

Stalk it on Facebook

here’s the low down…

The show stars Jory Caron (ME!!!), Zac Little, Ryan Lewis, and Josh Martin… I edit it and manage it (it’s weird to be doing this stuff instead of Jon)… Don’t worry… this channel means more content for you… I WON’T be leaving the microwave show… let me repeat I WON’T be leaving the microwave show or Jon’s channel… why would I? it’s successful and I love doing it… in fact… this new channel is in association with Jon’s channel and it’s all technically ideo Productions… I will simply be making way more content for the tubes and you’ll be reaping all the benefits… HOORAY!!!

so, go watch… rate, comment, and subscribe… and of course… enjoy!!!

I h8 speling stiklars…

U may be 1 if U say things lik:

“you spelled your wrong… it’s you’re”

“learn the differance between there and their… and they’re”

“it’s too not to, or two for that matter”

“it’s its not it’s… dumbass”

I fele as thou its a pore atemped at an atak… dont sidetrak.. if thats the bessed thing you can say as a rebuttle your a failure…

example:

(actual youtube user comment)

pokemaol4

“first of all stop watching pokemon
second? of all your the dumb one because you spelt dumb wrong learn how to writ”

this persons only attak was on gramer… I sure hop the misteaks they maid were on porpoise… or they maid a hippocrasy fale…

When I was home in NH I got my 30 gallon fish tank that I had when I was a kid and i reset it up in my apartment in Boston. I haven’t stocked it with fish yet and I decided it might be cool if I got some input from everyone out there… What fish should I put in here?… remember it’s a tropical tank (no salt water fish like clown fish… sorry)… so if you have any suggestions leave them as a comment…

here’s a picture of the tank…

how do you like the nemo reference?…

also I want to put a place for the fish to hide but I don’t feel like buying drift wood or rocks… as they’re expensive and that feels weird… so any suggestions for that would be cool too…

and if you have no experience with fish but still want to participate here’s a helpful website with pictures and you can find one that catches your eyes… Fishies…

thank you… and happy fishing…