I've noticed for the past couple of days that some of the city services that are being cut by Mayor Miller are out in full force. I've seen a city truck with the required 3 people (driver, worker, guy who goes to Tim Horton's) parked beside a stop sign on Mortimer cutting small tufts of grass growing around the base of the sign with a weed whacker.
Next I passed a crew out picking up a few stray pieces of paper at the side of the DVP.
One of the city parking lots on the weekend had five city guys building a flower box off the Danforth.
What gives? Could it be that city departments are doing their best to spend their budgets in a hurry before the cuts come down, defeating any cost saving?
Just wondering.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Let's Go To The Ex
I was at the CNE this weekend. Unfortunately I seemed to be there on Half-Price Hillbilly Saturday.
If you want to spoil a white supremacist's day, just take him to the Ex. You won't find a more disappointing collection of Aryan genetic material anywhere. I felt out of place being the only man without a blue Celtic tattoo on my neck and five children at my ankles, each kid about eight and a half months older than the next.
The least popular food there was corn on the cob, because to eat it everyone would have to line up to share the family tooth.
Somehow, everyone had cell phones and someone to speak to, since a lot of the mothers entertained themselves by staying on the phone while the children tried to climb under the tilt-a-whirl and their husbands / boyfriends checked out the passing trailer park talent in the Paris Hilton Does Walmart clothes.
And there's no better place to have a public fight with your husband than on the Midway, where you have to shout extra loud to be heard over the guy calling "Doggie, doggie" into the microphone.
At least there's one thing you can say about the crowd - it helps the carnies with their self-esteem issues.
If you want to spoil a white supremacist's day, just take him to the Ex. You won't find a more disappointing collection of Aryan genetic material anywhere. I felt out of place being the only man without a blue Celtic tattoo on my neck and five children at my ankles, each kid about eight and a half months older than the next.
The least popular food there was corn on the cob, because to eat it everyone would have to line up to share the family tooth.
Somehow, everyone had cell phones and someone to speak to, since a lot of the mothers entertained themselves by staying on the phone while the children tried to climb under the tilt-a-whirl and their husbands / boyfriends checked out the passing trailer park talent in the Paris Hilton Does Walmart clothes.
And there's no better place to have a public fight with your husband than on the Midway, where you have to shout extra loud to be heard over the guy calling "Doggie, doggie" into the microphone.
At least there's one thing you can say about the crowd - it helps the carnies with their self-esteem issues.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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