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Because I live in what is a mostly tectonically stable inland area, I find myself rarely beset by anything that could be considered a natural disaster (other than the months between November and April). However, I know that not everyone is so fortunate. So, I would like to ask, what natural catastrophes do you find yourself prone to?

[Poll #1263034]
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Hmm. Oddly enough, every other major life event (well, really OLD one) has been hashed to bits in this little memorandum of mediocrity, but not my sole brush with the world beyond.

Well, it wasn't so much a brush with the beyond as a brush with a light standard.

But let me start... From the Beginning.

Kingston in 1994 was a hellhole. )
Anyway, one cold wintry night )
We're approaching the Husky station on the 401. )
When I regained consciousness )
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So cold. So very, very cold.

Actually, not THAT cold. It's the snow that pisses me off.

Last night was an adventure, to say the least. After a week and a half of not getting enough sleep, I had to decline [livejournal.com profile] mr_weasel's GI event (a D&D game, not some kind of strange high fibre meal).

Snra. Bitter came to pick me up from work at six, but due to the delightful effects of snow (you have to drive slowly, you see), ended up arriving at 7:30. Ah, well. At least I got to enjoy a nice episode of Seinfeld. Jerry, what a wacky guy. Of COURSE Superman has a Super Sense of Humour. He has Super Ventriloquism, for the love of God!

I mean, imagine the hijinks you could get into with Super-Ventriloquism and a Super Sense of Humour. Heh. Absolute wackiness. "No, Mistah Premieh, you can kiss MY AHHS!"

That was supposed to sound like Kennedy.

I'd kill for a copy of the issue of Superman where JFK disguises himself as Supes. You know the one. November, 1963? Damn good timing, Schwartz!

Anyway, Snra. Bitter picks me up at seven thirty, and we head out on our long trek back to Mississauga. The highways were bad, so we decided to go overland. Traffic had diminished (few people go into commercial zones after hours, unless they're looking to beat traffic on main routes or going to dinner), but weather was consistent (crappy, that is).

So we went to dinner at the local Firkin pub (or at least a convenient one). They're lovely places, but it turned out that everyone in that particular commercial zone had had the same idea. The waitress told us that at one point, the customer volume was so high and staff was so low they almost ran out of plates. Amusing, I guess, if it doesn't happen to you. We nibbled on some appetizers for dinner (fried cheese is both yummy AND healthy!).

Home was achieved by almost ten, so we missed the new episodes of Angel & Smallville. Unfortunately, true, but life is not about TV.

I should remind Snra. that that wouldn't have happened if we had a PVR.

Have located a few Indian places for dinner on the 24th, and have a lead on a Karaoke establishment.

This morning, the drive into work was also bad. What should have been accomplished in an hour (my morning drive into work) took two, which meant that leaving the house twenty minutes early to remove overnight accumulation from Our Mighty Chariot was totally wasted. C'est La Vie.
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Man, it's ugly out there.

As I write this, I'm waiting for Cindy to finish registering her kids to go to Mars (trust me, it's not as cool as it sounds. Okay, no, it's kinda cool).

Anyway, it is snowing out there. Ugly snow. Big thick flakes of snow that stick to the ground, turning it into a skating rink.

So, naturally, I get the car today.

All went well. I got the car swiped off at work (all the while smelling malt barley & hops cooking from the Labatt plant), got the tank filled, and was on my way.

The 401? Fine. Kinda congested, but okay.

Went down Hurontario to the street where I make a right and turned left onto Fairwind.

Here's where it gets tricky.

Now, I'm going down Fairwind at the recommended speed of 40. Just moseying along, happy as a clam.

Then, I come to a turn. Attempt to slow down ot make the turn.

ABS kicks in. Let me tell you something. ABS DOES NOTHING. Perhaps I didn't skid. All that meant was I traveled in a straight line. Behind a van (by about a foot), past a tree, up onto a curb and across a lawn onto another driveway. In all, I missed three cars and a tree before coming to a halt.

Someone loves me.
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Man, it's foul out there. Usually, "we forget how to drive in teh snow" day comes in November, but this year we got to wait until the last day of January.

And I nearly got the fey Phillipino fired today. I was close. Harassment regulations are a wonderful, wonderful thing. He fucks with me again, he's working at Burger King.

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