why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?

when i was a kid no one had superman toys. we had batman toys. everyone knew who superman was and what he could do, but how many kinds of superman could you have? one. how many kinds of batman? lots.
we had a hierarchy of batmans. the original black was number 1, and the gold batman, the one i had, was number 2, and then silver, and then blue and then green. i had the gold batman. this was probly a good thing since i was the star trek/science/dorky looking/didnt dance or play school sports kid. ok ok, so this was in grade 2 but whatever. i had the gold batman. gold batman could kick the shit out of superman any fucking day.

so im on one of the ball diamonds in a golf cart today and i see tow kids on the bleachers by the track fucking around at the bottom of the tower in the middle of the bleachers that's locked to keep kids out.
so i drive over.
"what do you think you're doing?"
"trying to get the lock off so i can play in there."
"...get off the bleachers."
WTF??? usually when people are doing something they arent supposed to and a guy drives up who works at the place youre fucking around at, YOU STOP WHAT YOURE DOING AND ACT ALL INNOCENT.
it's like "hi mr. security guard, im just trying to break in the window to steal some shit, so can you leave me alone?"

i dropped $8 on parking last night. it took me a half hour to find a second cup in downtown edmonton. this being the ONLY coffee shop i found in downtown edmonton. PEOPLE FROM VANCOUVER SHOULD NEVER COME HERE AND EXPECT TO GET COFFEE VERY EASILY!
i needed change for parking.

so i met simon at the sherlock holmes pub cause he's working for Dion in the liberal leadership and there was supposed to be a youth type thing at the pub. i think the word "youth" got left out in the pamphlets. and why the fuck do regional organizers for political events ALWAYS have to be tall, fat guys who are uber keeners and annoy the fuck out of everyone and seem oblivious to this?
so ok, there was snacks, there was talking, there was sportsnet to distract people. there was a speech, there were questions. i wasnt goooooooing to ask one buuuuuuuuuut, i figured fuck it. i knew he wouldnt be able to answer it but whatever, it was fun. try asking any of the leadership contenders about CRTC and CanCon regulations. blank stares. awesome. thats ok though cause simon got to play the "how was game 5?" card.

good times.

and today wasnt slurpee alert day. HOW IN THE FUCK WAS IT NOT SLURPEE ALERT DAY?

usually im good with people's names. so when people come into the compound and they say hi, and im like fuck i know i know you and i know i should know youre name but i forget but i dont want to say anything cause i dont want to admit forgetting cause then maybe id look stupidish because i know ive talked to you more than once so it should really be obvious that i should remember...

and i thought school was done for the summer? this week maybe. but holy jesus h fucking on a crutch christ! what the fuck are these kids wearing? seriously, when youre in grade 8 or 9 and you live in sherwood park, you dont need to look like youre going to a red carpet affair at the fucking grammy's or something! seriously...driving the gator back to SAP with sheena from broadmoor and some chick waves at us and im thinking holy fuck when did los angeles move here? fucking hell...i can appreciate Veblen's trickle down theory about fashion, but honestly i think that's going a *little* far.

canada day this weekend. crazy awesome pay rate. summer half over. thus we pass the top of the hill and begin the coast back to the semi routinized life of full time student. im working til august 30th, and heading back to the big square campus on the mountain that weekend.

if you put rustoleum on grass it makes it not so alive.

why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?