I’m excited for whenever I see a certain friend of mine. Every now and then we discuss veganism and he (against it) actually provides arguments that are a little more intelligent than the stupid comments everyone usually makes. A lot of the time I know that there is an excellent counter argument but can never properly voice at the time. One of the arguments he has brought up a few times is that the factory farms in Canada are regulated more than the farms in other places and consequently aren’t as bad as I believe them to be. (apart from the point that their lives aren’t ours to take) So tonight i went through the acts and regulations that cover factory farms, boring as balls since they are filled with legal jargon that doesn’t relate to what I’m looking for… but anyways I digress… turns out the regulations that are suppose to make these farms better are pretty much bullshit. The few acts to prevent cruelty are outdated and only prevent abuse from an intending person, not the physical and mental abuse that comes from factory farming. Essentially as long as it falls under “standard practices” it is not considered abuse and is not prevented. For example, the barbaric practice of keeping a sow pregnant to ensure constant milk production, resulting in over milking and extreme pain) and filling cages with too many chickens (do I really need to explain why this is bad?) is considered standard practice, is not prevented, and happens. I am so prepared for this discussion. My research can’t even be argued, it’s the fucking Canadian government documents. Fucking A.
What my night is consisting of (Taken with instagram)
Edgar Allan Poe and Birds of Canada encyclopedia
Ted Grant advocated that if you want to be a good photojournalist you should be the first to get there, and the last to leave. Which allows him to be the only photographer to get this shot of Pierre Elliot Trudeau, Canada’s 15th prime minister.
see the nice thing about Canada is that even in the middle of winter you can arrive home after a long walk, strip off all your clothes to cool down because your sweating balls, since over half of your walk involved jumping from snow bank to snow bank, over slushy ass watery puddles, and walking through mounds of snow. So yeah it’s cold out but, the work out makes you overheat a lot by the time you get home.
I am so done with this broken furnace and really cold house. I am so done with sleeping with heating pads and obscene amounts of blankets. I am so done with wearing layers of clothing and my coats and so many socks while sitting at my computer. it is so uncomfortable.
So it turns out that the reason my house is so fucking cold is because our furnace is broken. Thank god we figured that out before the temperature dropped even more like its suppose to over the next few days. also thank god we have a gas fire place that stopped the house from getting even colder!
well it is time for tea and a nice steaming bubble bath. my house gets so cold at night. I am wearing a thick sweater and flannel, as well as wearing two pairs of socks (one of them rather thick) and I am sitting here shivering and my toes have gone numb from the cold. Well that’s what happens when you get frostbite on your toes x__x fuck Canadian winters. I hate the cold. I want to live in a really warm place but I don’t want to leave Canada. Maybe Australia, seems like a good compromise.
Reasons I despise winter: I can’t wear these anymore. (also side note, these were ten dollars at value village… Just had to comment on that fact)
On Remembrance Day, at exactly 11 a.m., sunlight shines through a single window to frame the headstone of Canada’s Unknown Soldier.
A limited number of free tickets will be available as of 9 a.m. at the Information Desk. No reservations permitted. This event will also be webcast on the Museum’s website and broadcast within the Museum
