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Monday, March 19, 2001 || 05:28 p.m. Boop-a-dee-doop So, yesterday I marched in the 177th annual St-Patrick's Day parade. The weather was stunning and the streets were thronging with supple, drunken young women. 620 000 people drank their way through a Sunday afternoon. Bittersweet afternoon for me, I usually piss the day away downtown with Sister, but she's in too much pain these days to come out and play. It wasn't the same. But I got to drink with monstre for the first time in a while, and I met up with some other people with whom I had lost track as well, so it was still a good day, topping off a week-long St-Pat's celebration that became, at times, excessively alcohol-soaked. ********** So, the Estates-General hearings are over. It seems that French is *not* a dying language here in Qu�bec after all (Gee!), and there won't be any need for legislation restricting the use onf English, or access to Anglophone schools after all. In the words of the Estates Commission chairman 'The French language is no longer the property of the majority, it has become the language of everyone.' Sheesh. Two million bucks to put out a report filled with truisms and obvious statements? Our tax dollars going for good work, there... 'What a pile of crocks,' as a certain French-speaking co-worker of mine says. ********** Still re-designing the damned business cards. I need new ideas... |
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shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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