Sometimes Making Notes In The Dark Be Like That.

Sometimes making notes in the dark be like that.

I'm resisting adding a :3

Yay!

Damnit.

The massive downside to meaningful action on climate change is that if global warming is false were left with a clean environment and a sustainable economic model. What a bummer

and with that, I'll never fly DELTA again

https://www.reddit.com/r/LateStageCapitalism/comments/bmkjiz/and_with_that_ill_never_fly_delta_again/

Good points. IATSE Toronto got kicked out of the CNE last year, after 100 years of service. "Too expensive" and some other bureaucratic bullshit. Because experience and precision and safety cost too much?

And then the city had the GALL to ask the union NOT to picket until AFTER the Ex was over?

"We just locked you out and got scabs to come in, but would you mind not letting the public know until after it matters?"

Apparently they had to bring in riggers from Quebec and America, and didn't tell them it was because of a strike that they were needed. So they got here, saw the line, and refused to cross it.

Sure, the city got it up. Yes, they had under skilled people who didn't know the spaces, who made several horrific rigging errors, who had to get everything up in even less time due to these other delays, and happily opened to the public.

Could everything have collapsed? Sure. And the buck would have been passed around. And I don't doubt the union would have been blamed, for not just accepting the city's bullshit negotiation terms and returning to the job.

Were people who filled those work calls just making a living? Sure. But they were also under skilled, under qualified, inexperienced, and having no real clout to hold the city accountable in event of injury or improper labour. Which very much did occur.

So I guess that could add to the list.

6. Never take a scab job providing work labour for a company who's union employees are on strike.

We are multiple generations now with no experience with strikes, and I see a lot of confused, well meaning people who want to help but don’t know strike etiquette.

1. Never cross a picket line of striking workers.

2. Never purchase or take free goods from a company who’s workers are striking

3. Honk to support strikers if you drive by a picket line.

4. Join strikers on the picket line even if it’s not your strike, but follow their directions and defer to them while there.

5. Say “that’s great, the strike is working, the company should negotiate with their workers” whenever someone complains about profits lost, inconveniences or other worker-phobic rhetoric. Always turn it back on the company, who has all the power and money.

My weird... Happenchance moments.

So my Dad is visiting this weekend, he usually comes up twice a year. Unfortunately we're right in the Onstage for my first show and I'm working non stop.

Between my matinee Understudy and my evening Onstage I have exactly two and a half hours. It takes half an hour to get home, and half an hour back, leaving an hour and a half to grab supper together.

I decide to take Niagara Stone Road out of NotL, which I 99% of the time avoid like the plague. It has several different speed limit areas, three school zones, stop lights, intersections, residential driveways, flat open fields with huge cross winds, a roundabout, and nonstop tourists trying to get back to the QEW and having no idea how.

On the map it's more direct. In practice, less so. But for whatever reason I decide to try it today.

So I'm stuck behind confused cars going "why the HELL did I go this way?" and everyone's backed up waiting to make left turns at the intersection light in Virgil, and that's when I spot this little guy.

Stunned. Hunkered against the ground. Beak open panting. One eye scrunched shut. Sopping wet in the rain. Dead centre of the roads.

Being completely aggressive when it comes to protecting innocent life, I immediately pull over and storm back into the middle of the streets. You want to go? You're gonna have to go through me.

Cradling the little guy in my gloves, I get him back to the sidewalk, but he's far too wet and dazed to determine how injured he is. Now... The responsible circle of life option would probably have been to stick him in a bush and hope for the best.

But. I also grew up in the heyday of Disney Channel "children adopt an injured wild animal and nurse it back to health". I make a snap decision to get him home and let him rest and warm up. But also fearful that birds can stress out very easily? Well. I'd plucked him from certain death, if he could hold out through the trip home, I'd do my best. Also the NC750X has a built in trunk.

Back at home, a light paper towel dry, some seed and water offerings, and he was bright eyed, suspicious, and flying around the bathroom in no time.

Health apparent and senses restored, the best option seemed to be "put him right back in the area I found him," so Dad shows up and I'm like "No time for food, we're helpin' a birb!!" Sparrow goes in a box and us goes in a truck and truck goes back to Virgil and, welp;

I dunno how to rotate that. Oh well. Better at riding bikes than writing blogs.

Yah for not dead Sparra Warrior!