Just when you thought you could count on university-run meetings to be an infinite source of free food, people all of a sudden develop appetities -- why aren't you people all dieting, and leaving food to me? Well, me and my dependents, of course. Yet another reason I can add to my list tabulating all the reasons I should leave already 'temperate' Vancouver for California, or some other place where watching my hands turn interesting shades of white, grey and purple won't be a daily occurence. That being said, the Free-The-Chinese-Cynic fund probably listened to its equivalent of a motivational speaker today, thanks to an unlooked for chat with a hand-rolled cigarette-smoking radio sports journalist from Blaine, Washington (?). He went to school in Arizona. Arizona was starting to look mighty fine. [Cue Bring it On cheerleading sequence -- I'll do a review on that someday, I promise, just as soon as I waste cold, hard cash on renting it so I can remember all the classic details. Ha!]
And here's the controversial, self-absorbed capitalist tirade of the day: why the heck do we still have unions in country with universal Medicare, welfare and all manner of socialist social programs? Considering that workers now have the legal behemoth of the WCB and all manner of rabid poverty activists on their side, making it virtually impossible to miss a meal, never mind starve or be overworked to death, what are unions in this day and age but a cover for a pro-Communist movement? (Some people may consider this a good thing; as an unjustified receiver of all the benefits of capitalist society, self-preservation and homeostasis are my selfish concerns!) And considering the success of Communist movements in the past, I bite my thumb at everyone groaning over the failure that is Medicare and who think that liver transplants are a dime a dozen. CT scans aren't even a dime a dozen -- look at how much the average Canadian pays to develop photos in a year! And photos of your shortened trip to Florida (thanks to the sickly Canadian dollar, no pun intended) don't require a radiologist or a machine that physics students only start to learn about in fourth year -- that last bit I can vouch for, if nothing else. BAH. To anyone who wants to gripe about politics, get a grip on reality -- money doesn't come from nowhere. And if you are a socialist or a well-meaning citizen with huge issues with my opinions, welcome to the site. E-mail me, and I'll be glad to direct you to some far more cynical modern theorists that are much crankier than I am!
Foo to AMS referendums, activists roommates, and pay equity. (Pay equity?! Just because you chose to study the obscure area of Irish Literature at the only university in Canada that offers it means you should be paid the same as everyone else out there? I'm in Arts, so I can complain -- I'm not going to get a job when I graduate either, but at least I recognise that!) Yay to vente-sized coffee, the Internet, and metallic purple lipstick.
Great, I'm grumpy now. Time to shower!
