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Canada Post (2)
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Another week, another 5 undelivered parcels. I've posted a screenshot of 2 of my undelivered parcels, with order date and "estimated delivery". They were all ordered at the same time. Read that. The daughter's returned to Qatar, the boy off to college, and the trifles I'd intended to give to them, despite being ordered well in time, have not yet arrived.
You guys. Really, you fucking guys...
Vacation (2) - South
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And a few pictures from the trip down south with the daughter, sadly a bust, she wore only hotpants, I brought no sweater or pot to cook dinner in ("When I was a kid we never ate when we were camping..." I tell her, she wasn't reassured... "Consider it a Vision Quest..."). And I overestimated, all in all, the amount of prospecting I could do with her along, overall, she bore it, but there were meltdowns and in future I think I'll have to confine my interests to hers, she's amply indulged mine, if the weather clears I can do this on my own...
Twin Forks. Free, empty campground, much abused by the local quadding contingent...
Beautiful sunset...
And a peculiar infestation of iridescent blue beetles, at first thought they were some rare twilight flower, upon closer inspection (see meltdown & hotpants...)
Targeted Ads
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And every once in a while I'm accosted with ads that show how my online existence has been tracked, the "Targeted Ads". Cookies, crumbs, are swept from my browser's history, used to assemble a profile of who I am, what I'm after...ads for gems, (am I to be married? They're misunderstanding my research...), self-publishing (where do they get this?), ads to correct wrinkles and grey hair (hmm. Apparently my tastes are age specific), ads to sell me on Senior women or Russian Mail Order brides, (Ooops), but the best one, he crops up on YouTube, I think it's a targeted ad, but I'm not sure.
Some asshole, in his garage, showing me his new Masarati...no, he's not really about the money, he's got lots, he's really about the books and he's just bought 2000 books for his personal library, he can afford this because...
I've never made it further than this. Time, perhaps, to clear my cookies and start again...
Nightclubbing
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Twisted, Saturday night, daughters on a sleepover and I haven't been out forever, head off to Twisted.
I shouldn't have, really, wasn't in the mood, couldn't seem to get in the mood, too much on my mind, and the amusing inanity soon became boring, trite and overdone. Dancing, by myself, with others, a well dressed young black man, forefinger down, beckoning me over, this forefinger thing, I've just noticed it, everyone, it seems, is demonstrating their inner "Alpha Male" with it, the new gesture of "power and arrogance", he's ornamented his with a thick gold ring, making sure it's seen...it seems innocent enough, until he begins squeezing his nipple at me and covering me in imagined milk, licking his lips, there follow increasingly desperate attempts to gain my attention, dancing, my gaze held off into the middle distance, pretending not to see...
...there's the doorman, vampire white, muscular, shorter, an air of brutal savagery about him, he's never seen the sun and something about him, his piercings and tattoos, shaven head, reads "Serial Killer"...
...there's Superman, a T-shirt with the superman logo, dancing, twerking, dancing with his reflection in the mirrored pillar, arousing himself, clutching his engorging member, undoing his shorts to clutch himself closer, only to reveal his Superman underpants...
...and the latin lover, straight, 40 or 50 something, preying upon the drunken girls, lifting his shirt, placing their hands on him, dancing, bending them over then affixing his lips of incredible suction to theirs, some don't resist, too drunk, their friends laugh, take pictures, this will be facebook hell, the story of the "latin" lover disproven by photos that really should ensure she never, ever drinks again...after the photos the friends pull her from the dance floor, latin lover still attached to her mouth, he's not letting go, holding on with his lips, she can't breathe, the friends grow less amused, gently pulling him, harder and then harder, from his prey, men step in, no uncertain pressure, release her from his clutches, he's oblivious, dancing again, looking for another victim, there are abundant choices here...
I'm not in the mood, perhaps made myself a little too regular here, this is a twice a year place at best, that, or perhaps I need merely to up the dosage...
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