Emil Falls Into...

Sad, sad news to report. Loney, dear's progressive falsetto pop symphonies (if you will) are being used as an instrument of propaganda by a corporate clothing party monster. That's right; Loney, dear plays the Gap. A close compadre who witnessed this calamity described it as: "horror". What a close compadre of mine would be doing at the Gap is his own personal decision and conscience.

Keep Me Cryin'

All my virtual memories are locked away in a black box. I misplaced my power chord for my Lacie "Deskop Hard Disk". Ordinarily this is a minor interference in one's life I'm told. Simply order a new one. However, Lacie has lousy customer service. I've sent a plethora of emails pleading to purchase a new chord but these emails have been neglected by their Redeemer-like staff. And, conveniently, the company does not have any affinity for telecommunications. JUST ONE REPRESENTATIVE IS ALL I ASK. Superfluous suffering. I may be forced to trot to Future Shop and demand their supplier's number.

I misplaced the USB chord for my camera. Virtual memories are locked away in silver things too. Hopefully this requires a generic USB.

The chord for my printer is also misplaced.

Public skating at Dave Andreychuk Arena is not an agreeable pastime. The arena is comprised of lisp-y, balding men vicariously being Kurt Brown and smiling their Crest Striped smiles that would send Andy's Pa screaming towards the Jamaican hillside.

The most missed feature on Leon were his "Clever Keys".

My lease concludes in eleven months.

You Can't Steal A Gift

Due to further complications with Léon, the Misomusy Enterprise is so, so disappointed to announce that the quota for the month of May will not be reached.
A tidbit to hold you over:
I nearly went to Cutting Corners for a haircut to suit my inner city relief worker persona; however, this would conflict with my purple-hue-tie-dye-t-from-AA persona. Never ending conflict here.

Cosmea Rot

Every summer school course is Monday and Wednesday at 6:00-9:00pm, which is awfully inconvenient for students seeking to attend multiple classes.
After fiddling with my heart, McMaster admitted me despite Redeemer's Admission Office upholding its reputation as wholly incompetent by submitting my paperwork in a tardy manner. Obvious scheduling conflicts limit me to enrolling in a single course, and thus I must endure online filth throughout the rest of the summer. Lectures are for daffy daydreaming anyway.
A result of this schooling madness that has plagued me all week is that I now require part-time employment. Perhaps I could find a gem of a shop in Hamilton to lend my servile obedience -- maybe an ancient used book shop like Seekers: a dusty pit with cement walls that ooze moisture and intellectuality, with a skinny dystopianist owner who babbles of Jewish conspiracy theories over a cup of Irish specialty tea.

I had never been caught theatre hopping. "Can I see your guys' tickets"?
"Non Anglais".
"I just heard you guys talking..."
"Oh, is today not two for one picture show day"?
We showed ourselves out.

Leon has developed a major malfunction and will be shipping off to an HP location in the States for a rester, while restive Bryan types air.