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Few things derail your train of thought in the morning like passing a pool of semi-congealed blood on the sidewalk.  A trail of blood droplets led away from (or maybe toward) the pooled blood, and from the pattern of the droplets it looked very much like somebody had been staggering down the sidewalk, using the building as support.  There were no bodies, and no bleeding people standing about when I passed, so I guess the source of the blood shall remain a mystery unless it gets mentioned in the news.

I think that living in this city has rendered me somewhat enured.  At one time I'd have been appalled to stumble upon a pool of blood on the main drag, but I've encountered this kind of thing with such regularity since I moved here that its lost it's shock value.  "Oh look, the aftermath of some hot wino on rubbie action."

Side-note:

I've always used the term rubbie when referring to a particularly ragged and aromatic homeless person, but I just learned today that it's a very localized bit of dialect.  That would explain why I've got blank stares from folks around here when I use the word.

From http://www.pseudodictionary.com/:

rubbie - A rubbie is a term used in Vancouver to describe an alcoholic, mentally ill, or drug addicted homeless person. They are generally found scattered around the West End and heavily concentrated in the Lower East side. The word seems to stem from the word "rubbish." The "rubbies" are often dirty, and wheel around shopping carts full of junk. Additionally, they often sleep in garbage cans, which might be the inspiration for the term.

e.g., From the adjacent building I could see the roof and there were a couple of dead rubbies up there.

[Could they have found a more depressing sentence for their sample usage?]

This application has crashed and all of your work is gone. Press "ok" to continue.

No, I won't press "ok" because it's not "ok". I'm not "ok" with this at all. Where's the "die you gravy-sucking pig" button?

I hate this application.  Save your work frequently.  Oh no - it crashed while I was saving my work!  Oops, there goes all of my hard labour again.

I once threatened to defecate into a box and mail it back to them as user feedback, but in retrospect it would be a waste to expend perfectly good feces on a program like this.

The program crashes frequently.  Randomly.

It is cognisant enough of the fact that it has just crashed that it will offer me a requester so that I can save out the crash logs, but apparently it's not smart enough to let me (call me a dreamer here) save my fucking work!?  I was off to a pretty good start this morning, and now I'm back to square zero.  I may as well go get some more coffee and start my day over again.

[Edit: It just crashed again, but this time around I was saving between every simple edit. It even gives you a funky little icon when it crashes:



Isn't that special?]

It's curtains for you.

I posted a teaser the other day for a story that I was working on.  As promised, here is the final work.  It didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, but they never do.  This was supposed to be a light romp, but it seems to have descended into yucky relationship stuff.

Anyway...

( Cut here and discard. )

And that's the whole story.