Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Charlie Brooker 1, Gaddafi nil.
John Dominic Crossan sez: “There’s good news and bad news from the historical Jesus. The good news: God says Caesar sucks. The bad news: God says Caesar is us.”
He’p me somebody. I’m thinking of watching the Oscars FOR THE FIRST TIME evar. But I probably won’t.
When Katie and I got off the ferry last night, we noticed a great deal of unsalted/unsanded snow on the roads. The highway was white with snow; the traction was miserable; I saw three cars in the ditch between Tsawassen and home; a Pacific Coach lines bus tried to kill me at the intersection of the highway and Ladner Trunk Road (as Katie will be only too motivated to confirm, and which I responded to appropriately when the bus cleared my driver’s side mirror by four inches at best) which was also the first place we saw a salt truck; we didn’t see another truck until Fraser and Marine, and didn’t see another one after that.
It snowed another two to three inches worth, and then around 8 am this morning it started snowing again, huge flakes that are falling like rain on tranquillizers.
What happens when customer service interactions go so wrong they go right.