Gill doesn’t seem to be feeling Christmas this year. I’ve been there, though for different reasons.
Some of my favorite memories are coming downstairs Christmas morning and sitting by the fire to open the stockings. Other favorite moments involve sitting in the living room of my family’s 100 year old farmhouse hot chocolate, or in later years a coffee at my side opening gifts and having laughs and joy.
When The Fun Stopped
Having a disability meant having to collect money from the government, and being on a very fixed very low income. When Christmas advertisements come around in early November, sometimes I am still reminded of the farmhouse fun, but others, especially if it’s some fine jewelry that I couldn’t possibly afford to give my mom I have mixed feelings.
How It Makes Me Feel
For the most part there’s a touch of sadness, but sometimes it spirals down in to something that resembles anger mixed with embarrassment. Case in point, in 2013 I bought my sister something from Wallmart, and initially she seemed grateful, but a few months later she basically told me I was “white trash`.
The Tiffany’s Incident
Not to be out done my sister that same Christmas gave my mom a bracelet from Tiffany. It needed a little fix up a few months later, and since we were in Toronto we went in to Tiffany. I immediately got uncomfortable, and longed to tell my mom to leave me outside because I clearly didn’t belong in such a classy place.
What’s My Point?
I honestly feel that the holidays should be more about time honored traditions, the turkey, going visiting, or gathering around great-aunt Merna’s piano to sing those classic carols.
As happens often these days, here I am putting this up just before the deadline.
AMI’s broadcast licenses are up for renewal next August, and part of the process of making sure AMI stays available to all involves getting letters of support.
We don’t watch it all the time, but it is a place for programming that might not find a home otherwise. Plus, it’s kind of cool to go there and know that whatever is playing is described, and if it weren’t for AMI, we wouldn’t have all those commercials about described video which, although some of them are ridiculous, make a point and get people talking more. Yes, I’m looking at you, bacon/rainforest commercial.
If you want to add a letter of support, submit it via this comment form. Check the box for AMI, fill out all the required fields, attach any files if you’re that keen and hit submit. It doesn’t look like there are any mean CAPTCHAs lying in wait.
I think 2017 is starting to get to Gill a little. She’s right though, we could all do with more kindness.
Remember six days ago when I talked about Mr. Patel and how he helped me out? No big deal right? Actually what he was doing, with out knowing it was spreading love. That was the first of several techniques people use, or should use to make this world better.
From My Childhood
When I was maybe four or five a thought occurred, what if people sat down with chocolate chip cookies and milk and used their words rather than weapons? Wouldn’t that be nice? I even had the perfect place for it called Idea House.
The Rules At Idea House
1 you had to sit and talk nicely.
2 There would be a never ending supply of cookies and milk.
3 Weapons weren’t allowed.
4 You had to shake hands with whomever you hated before leaving the house.
5 You had to make a vow of doing only kind things to others also before leaving.
Believe It Or Not
I still visit that spot in my head from time to time, and although over 30 years has gone by I still believe that there is hope.
You know what’s sad? News has gotten so weird that this story of a customer pulling a gun on a McDonald’s employee because they wouldn’t serve him a steak bagel at 3 in the morning probably wouldn’t have caught my eye. As scary as I’m sure it was for the girl working that night, nothing happened, thank goodness, except the poor girl found out how far some jerks will go for a stupid steak bagel. He pulled a gun, cursed at her and drove off. It wouldn’t have twigged me, except it reminded me of another disagreement over a McDonald’s bagel that I personally witnessed. Thankfully, this one didn’t involve guns and wasn’t a real disagreement, but for a second, I thought maybe some of the other customers might have turned it into a real fight.
I can’t remember if Steve has written about the antics that he and his buddy Greg used to do when they were younger, but some of it involved messing with people at drivethroughs. They didn’t do anything harmful, they would just ask for weird things like peanut butter sandwiches or try to ask the workers trivia questions or stuff like that. Well, one night when I was hanging out with them, Greg decided to ask for a breakfast bagel in the evening. The girl was nice, but said they couldn’t give him one. He pretended to be all disappointed, saying that he works during the time they served them, and really wanted one. When she said they didn’t have any, he wondered where they would get them from for the morning. When she said they had the materials but they were frozen, Greg said that was fine, he would warm it up. They went back and forth a little more, and then suddenly, from the car behind us we heard someone yell “She said no, stupid! Move it!” I was sure we were going to become the victim of road rage. Thankfully, nothing happened, Greg gave up the joke and moved on, but I was freaked out for a while.
Getting back to the story, I can’t imagine a steak bagel being so good that not being able to get one would be worth pulling a gun and getting a criminal charge over it. Sheesh, chill out, man!
The Grey Cup is fantastic. It’s a big, fun, important Canadian event that many of us will stop what we’re doing to watch. But that’s not always the best idea. Sometimes you really should finish off whatever you’re up to before you settle in to enjoy the game. Like let’s say you’re in the midst of robbing the city and driving around in one of its trucks. That is not at all a good time to take a beer and football break.
“What do you know, Steve? You’ve never stolen anything. Who are you to tell us how to structure our day?”
Fine. You’ve got me there. But I have a feeling there might be a couple of guys who will encourage you to trust me on this one.
Police say officers were called about a break and enter at the Glanbrook Township Roads department at 2111 Binbrook Rd. around 7:30 p.m. The two men smashed out a window and stole tools from the stockroom, police said in a news release, and then took off in a stolen City of Hamilton truck.
Police then tracked down the vehicle at the Checkered Flag Bar and Grill in Mount Hope. Officers went inside and found the two men — one of whom had the keys to the truck inside his pocket, police say.
“They just went inside and watched the game,” said Const. Lorraine Edwards.
The pair has been charged with breaking and entering, possession of burglary tools and possession of stolen property worth over $5,000. It is not known whether the next set of bars they visited was showing the game.
Listen, guys. You know how some of you enjoy yelling “fuck her right in the pussy” at female news reporters in the hopes that you’ll get on TV and impress all your buddies and maybe even become internet famous for 30 or 40 seconds or whatever the fuck? It’s not funny. Ever. It is, as has been pointed out many times, sexual harassment. Also, it is just plain dumb. If you do it, you are dumb. You may not be quite as dumb as the gentleman who did it outside of a police station during an interview with a police officer, but you are still dumb. Dumb enough that I’ll bet right now you are killing whatever brain cells are somehow managing to keep you alive as you slap your forehead in frustration because you didn’t think of being that dumb first.
Hamilton police have arrested a man for causing a disturbance after a CHCH news reporter was sexually harassed on the job for the third time this week.
Reporter Britt Dixon was interviewing an officer outside the Hamilton police central station Friday when a truck drove by with its windows down and a person yelled, “f– k her right in the p—y.”
“I was like what? Again? In front of a police officer?” Dixon said.
The truck parked outside the station and the officer went over to it, Dixon said. When the man who yelled at her walked by to go into the station, she said he asked him why he did it, to which he replied “because everyone in the States does it.”
The man who yelled at Dixon outside the station is in custody, Const. Jerome Stewart said Friday evening.
“The Hamilton Police Service will continue to investigate this incident,” he said.
For some reason, Dixon decided not to press charges, but since the incident was witnessed by police, they were pressed anyway. The man’s name was not released, but he is believed to be 24-year-old Dummy Dumbledunce of Maryland, which is a slightly less dumb place since he left.
And now, Gill is here to remind us that in spite of the general state of things, the world is not, in fact, filled with nothing but shitheels.
A song from almost fifteen years ago asks this very question, and I know many of you have asked the same question yourselves especially with recent events. Don’t lose faith in humanity they do still exist.
The Opened Door
Last June 23rd in a freak accident I broke my ankle and was rendered a wheelchair user for a time. I discovered just how hard it was to be in one, and became frustrated. There was however one individual who stepped to the plate, a hero so to speak. Mr. Patel, runner of a variety store where I often purchased bus tickets saw my predicament and not only opened the door long enough to accommodate my wheelchair, but set the debit machine closer to me to make it easier for me to reach.
While there are many people willing to do bad out there, there are also the Mr. Patels who do that slight something extra to make the world that much easier.
I saw this link going around Facebook, and after I finished laughing at it, I meant to post it here, but I didn’t. Someone who has a service dog for an invisible disability wrote this post trying to make it clear what would be acceptable and unacceptable behaviour towards service dogs and their handlers. She had a simple but hilarious analogy. Treat service dogs like you would treat someone else’s boobs. It’s funny, but it kinda works.
I have to say the only ones I haven’t for sure had thrown in my direction are the ones about Tans not being real or nothing looks wrong with me. But all the other ones have happened.
Hey, maybe someone will read this and it will help them understand. Or maybe people can add more boobs/ service dog analogies in the comments.