Ragnar checked the blue bird on his pocket cogitator, “hmmmph,” he harumphed, “I should get myself fired,” he mused, “then perhaps I will have the same moral suasion as former Vancouver Chief Planners.”
@BlairScorgie Ragnar has seen the rise and fall of many tyrants. The correct response is tooth and claw, not resignation! Smile friend and seek battle with a song on your lips!
Ragnar woke to the sound of his alarm, usually a dismal dirge, now a clarion call to action! “Friday!” He shouted, leaping from his bed with a tight somersault. “A day for ale and a day for song! The sooner to work, the sooner to play!”
Ragnar scratched his chin thoughtfully, “I don’t believe I have ever spent 190 minutes on such a meeting!” He returned to cleaning his bolter, mouthing the necessary benedictions under his breath.
My @TorontoStar column: City hall staff typically spend 190 hours of prep work for a community consultation. They run hundreds of consultations each year. But a majority who attend don’t end up feeling genuinely consulted.
Something’s gotta give.
https://t.co/jAhdV4yQjz
@hexagraeme@Ramsey_Kilani Ragnar clasped his chin with his mailed fist. “Hrm, methinks a better metaphor would be internecine battle between the forces of chaos, let them fight!”
@hexagraeme Familiarize yourself with the tales of the Wolfblade, protectors of House Belisarius of the Navis Nobilite, I’ve grown accustomed to a roaring fire in the winter seasons, even if I can quaff an ale in the face of a troll.
Ragnar exited City Hall, the sun shining on his upturned face. Friday at last! Still too cold for an ale outdoors, but the time was fast approaching, in the meanwhile he would drink to the soon to be distant memory of the cold!
‘Twas the night before Emperor’s Day,
And all through the City,
Ragnar sat with an ale,
Lacking all pity.
An applicant’s head hung from the mantle with care,
A warning for all to beware.
Build with no context or against the O-P,
Ragnar will mount your skull for all to see!
Ragnar stood over the smouldering corpse of the desiccated demon, his bolter reeking of spent propellant, a primordial shriek fading into the air. “Well,” he growled, “if no one else was to kill that war criminal then I am glad to have been of use! Rot in the warp Kissinger!”
Ragnar looked away from his pocket cogitator with a start: “By Russ! What cursed bit of scrap code from some ancient abominable intelligence conjured this nonsense?” He hastily anointed his instruments with scared oils and headed to the tavern.
the key to being high agency in life is to wake up before 6, be non-verbal & fast while doing deep creative work, break fast at noon & hydrate, move body to workout, do all admin stuff in the afternoon, see ppl u care about in the evening & repeat
The Eglinton Crosstown LRT will have 25 stations and stops linking to 54 bus routes, and three @TTChelps subway stations and @GOtransit lines. 🚉
We’ll be sharing the latest looks into the stations, vehicles and technology behind the line starting tomorrow with Oakwood Station.
Ragnar saw the speeding car approaching as he disembarked the streetcar, his superhuman reflexes allowing him to leap into the air, turn a somersault and land on the sidewalk. “Jackal!” He roared, drawing his bolter, “and I catch you I will use your vehicle as a suppository!”
Ragnar woke to the sound of his alarm, usually a dismal dirge, now a clarion call to action! “Friday!” He shouted, leaping from his bed with a tight somersault. “A day for ale and a day for song! The sooner to work, the sooner to play!”
Ragnar yawned as he read his missives, “these anti-vax people still persist?!” He exclaimed, “in the grim dark future, much of the way science works has been forgotten and replaced by mysticism, perhaps the Cult of the Mechanicus has earlier roots than I thought?”
With terrifying strength, Ragnar ripped the doors and roof from the cab, walked through it and exited the other side. The Cab Driver shrank back into his seat as he met the Space Wolf’s glare, “next time make sure you can clear the intersection before proceeding, dog!”
Ragnar sat back in his fur clad throne. “I had thought that proclamations proclaiming a future proclamation were useless but it appears we now have proclamations stating that proclamations can’t be made”. He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, “fascinating”.
Metrolinx CEO Phil Verster announces he CAN’T announce a new opening date for the Eglinton Crosstown. He says he has a good sense of the schedule, but builder Crosslinx still finding “issues and defects that require additional time” so he’s made choice not to offer a date. Wow.