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Headshot of me wearing red lipstick Kara Babcock

Articles from September 2005

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  1. Mmm . . . pie


    I got my laptop back last Thursday, which was great. It works way better now that they've replaced the broken components, and I can run Ubuntu without the computer shutting down on me. I should have blogged about it but I was too lazy.

    Hmm . . . what else. Oh yes, apparently we're doing Fifth Business in our English class instead of A Separate Peace. This is good because a) I've read Fifth

  2. Talk Like a Pirate, eh--er, Arr


    Yes, I know I'm a day too late. I was just too lazy to blog yesterday. But yesterday was indeed Talk Like a Pirate Day, and if you weren't talking all piratical-like, you should have been!

    Not much else really to say . . . oh yeah, it's my birthday.

  3. My letter to the CBC


    Subject: Canadian programming is dead.

    Dear CBC:

    I am an adolescent who enjoys watching much of the CBC's programming, including the wonderful show CBC News: The Hour. I know this may come as a surprise to you (I mean, you're governed by the Department of Heritage!) but yes, I quite enjoy CBC programming.

    Which is one of the reasons that I was extremely disappointed that instead of CBC News: The Hour, I was invited…

  4. Blasphemy and sacrilege grace the CBC


    After my school board lets me down, my Minister of Education lets me down, and my laptop lets me down, I started to wonder what would go wrong next. It turns out that was a bad idea.

    The CBC is having some labour difficulties right now. Basically, the permanent staff wants the management to hire more permanent staff and decrease the amount of work they contract out. From the management point of view, it's cheaper…

  5. Life in the Madhouse


    A bell rings, buzzing in your ear so that all you can hear are the people around you and its incessant tone. It stops, but already the pulsating mass of flesh around you is moving, struggling against itself as the herd becomes one and two and three—no, four! directions at once. The dynamics are on an impossible scale, yet you manage to cope anyway.

    Welcome to life in the madhouse. In some places, also…

  6. School starts, eh


    So, it has finally arrived. I think it can be summed up like so: I love school; I hate going back to school. School as itself is a tolerable entity, it's the process of reacquainting myself with school that's difficult. And the bureaucratic hegemony doesn't make it easier.

    That said, I found my homeroom easily enough (stairs, not so much) and waited the half hour left until school started today (they change the schedule, but…