Monopolies are a funny thing. When you have the only product in town, you don't have to be on time. You don't have to be quick. You can do things at your own pace. And Rogers, high lord dick cheese of Toronto, you don't have to send a guy out to repair (i.e., change it from a different room in an apartment building) out in any damn hurry.
Which is why I hate Rogers and hope they die. Unless they are reading this and are vengeful, in which case I love Rogers and hope they live a long time. If however, they are reading this and they don't care, I love Rogers and hope they die.
When I'm bored I do autistic things. Like, I'll draw an S, only I have to draw lines down the intersectors so that it becomes more of a triangle, then I'll draw lines down the triangle, then I'll make the lines become boxes, then I'll make the boxes become Xs, then I'll draw in circles at the intersection of every other X, only to realize that it doesn't work out because they're not in even numbers, so then I'll draw in a circle in every single X, and by then I've got art deco as done by an obsessive compulsive.
And when I'm really bored, like when I have to listen to a bunch of pitches that all suck and I went third out of fourteen...then I start drawing pictures. Horrible pictures. Pictures no man which anyone should ever see. Which is why I'm posting them on this blog, because no one will see it, except you, and since you're here you deserve it, like those guys who didn't look away from the Ark in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.
It's coming, and you'll need more than Kleenex to wipe it up afterwards.
Next up - The Jimmy vs. series. 
