Yeah, some fucking car thieves stole the CD player from my car and broke a window in my neighbour's car today (but that doesn't make things all that better for me, heh). I guess I should've removed the removable face plate, in retrospect, but if thieves are audacious enough to do this in Marpole, that's it, this city is a write-off for me.
First, they fucked up all the city's public events, then they fucked up the downtown skyline and gentrified Granville into another Yaletown, then they overpaid the fat, lazy, corrupt and stupid fucks that try to pass for cops in this city, gave free rein to TransLink to do as they please, sold UBC piece-by-piece to make a corporate developer's paradise, and now they're going to ruin Cambie with the RAV line, get the city and the province into a huge debt after the stupid Olympics in 2010 and make Vancouver just another fucked-up North American city with all its charm and beauty sucked out of its bone marrow via corporate standardisation of the cityscape, useless mass-transportation schemes, and the general, overbearing sense of self-interest on the part of the local politicians. So stick a fork in it, it's done. Bye-bye Vancouver, I'm moving to Japan the first chance I get, even if for a short while. I'm staying away from this train wreck at all costs.
In the end, not all was bad today. I went to a little party Derek organized (making sure to dunk his cell phone into the mussel tank beforehand, at Superstore) and it was fun; he cooked all kinds of seafood for me, Roman, David Lai and we filled up on his delicious mussels, shrimp, pasta and mango dessert; Dave also brought some banana bread that he made.
Roman had to leave early, but Derek, Dave and I watched Laputa and, when Dave left too, Derek and I watched "War and Beauty" until 4 AM; it's a crazy-ass Chinese soap opera/TV show about the semi-fictitious lives and times of various women attached to the Forbidden City and how they duke it out for first place, fighting tooth and nail. Good stuff. So in the end, I'm happy.
Sorry to read about such misfortune. Know what else pisses me off? People who arrive at a house to pick up their date and instead of going to the door and ringing the bell, they call the date on the cell phone or honk the horn for 5 to 10 minutes. I am sure if I have a sister my parents recommend to her not to date such a guy.
Yeah, Anonymous, my friend Derek does that too when he picks me up to go somewhere, but I guess I got used to it after a while; then again, he can afford to shut off his engine and get out, but my poor Chevette won't even start on some days, heh.
Mike, your remarks about the city scape and its ever active
developers reminds me of similar observations made by good Prince Charles -- any relation?
Moi? Well, I heard we have some very distant blood relatives in England, but god forbid there should be a connection, heh. ;)
As for the comments themselves, well, him and I might be coming at this from different angles. I don't know what he thinks, but, as far as I'm concerned, the proverbial "they" have ruined my favourite city in front of my eyes during the past eight years. 'Nuff said.