2003-12-10

Yesterday a building in Toronto fell down while being demolished. One would think that the “falling down” part would be anticipated – nay, verily welcomed as proof of a demolition job well done; however, this was evidently not the case and nobody was expecting it to come down (“Jumping Jehosephat! That wall, which has been pounded continuously by a wrecking ball for the past three hours, is falling down! Scurry madly, everyone!”), and some poor bugger got crushed. This is very sad. His poor family, and so forth.

A bystander was recorded as saying, “It just went over like a ton of bricks.” I love this. Dude: it fucking was a ton of bricks; I’m not sure what else it could go over like. Perhaps you should invest in a new simile.

In even weirder news, I had my office Christmas lunch today, and I didn’t hate it. What’s more, I liked it. I ended up sitting next to the Minister, and she was just all-around pleasant. She didn’t even seem to mind when I spilled my fourth glass of wine on her lap and copped a feel while I was mopping it up.

I’m only joking. It was my tenth glass of wine.