In honour of Valentine's day...an old favourite. The Male Space time Continuum

You meet a guy, you hit it off, you let him know you like him. Maybe you even say, "I like you". And then he vanishes, never to be seen or heard from again. No phone calls, no emails, or perhaps some embarrassed sounding email about how busy he is and just doesn't have time to date.

Where do these men go? to the Male Space-time Continuum.

What is this place? Where is it? how to they get there? no one really knows except the men who go there and they're not telling.

In the Wizard of Oz, the charm is "There's no place like home." In the old TV commercial, it was "Calgon, take me away." To send a man into the Continuum, you have to tell him you like him, but there are other keys to the kingdom. Sometimes, they simply vanish there after having an orgasm inside you. There is no set pattern.

The Continuum itself is a giant basement with several giant tv screens which show 24 hour sports. Men sit around in their underwear, with served beer and chicken wings served by nude Playboy, Penthouse or Sports illustrated models who are also deaf mute. There are no cell phones, email or communication devices of any kind.

It's not surprising that they don't want to leave. However, they don't always remain indefinitely. It depends on what sends them there. If you tell them you like them, it could be good for a term of a few months, after which they will resurface at their convenience and when they run out of underwear. Telling them you love them or that you want to have a child with them will most certainly result in an indefinite terms and you will have to find someone else or resort to a surrogate or frozen eggs.

The Continuum is not for men only. There are women there, sent by men who, on the first date will Take It Out or who insist on describing their latest exploits on World of Warcraft in detail. Women in the Continuum sit around in their underwear, drinking beer and watching sports without men expressing surprise that they actually know the meaning of Earned Run Average.

The Continuum is also known for its mammoth piles of socks, sent there by clothes dryers worldwide. You may run out of underwear, but in the Continuum, neither men nor women will be sockless.

Why love my neighbour?

For the past two weeks, a backhoe has been operating across the street at the Mackay center, where they are obviously doing renovations of some sort. Unfortunately, they are working on the weekends and the backhoe begins at 8 am and continues for most of the day.
I am fortunate, as my bedroom is in the back and I live in a basement. However, not everyone on the street is so blessed. Since the employees of the school are not here on weekends, they aren't woken up by this din and it seems that whoever contracted this work didn't consider the area residents. Perhaps we might not want to hear a backhoe on a weekend morning. They probably don't have to consult the area residents and so they didn't. They likely don't NEED to have the workers there on a weekend, but probably WANT the work done more quickly.

Last summer the smell of tar from their roof wafted into my living room for 2 weeks. They had to get it done by the time the students returned. Understandable. It also didn't make any noise, even if it did stink. However, this is an assault, and truly disgusting. No one complains about the lack of parking or the buses since everyone is aware of the school and its purpose. Unfortunately, they don't seem to have given us the same benefits. I don't care what kind of school they are. They are shitty neighbours, no better than the screaming couple, the lunkheads with bratty kids or the guys who have all night parties. For what it's worth, and I doubt it will do any good, I plan to give these good people a phone call on Monday and inquire as to the status of their renovations.