non smokers always had a better choice. Now it's smokers who don't have a choice. It's ridiculous that they can't even have designated smoking rooms.

I want to be able to suck my own cock, but since I can't do that I want to be able to delete finished tiles that I create myself in order to perfect the... and I don't want to have to email the moderator to do that.

Also,if you could make donut shaped tiles so that we could make a zoomquilt it would be teh awesome.

The best part of this whole sad story is how you didn't even wake up and answer in the morning, all you did was call in the afternoon because of a voicemail. Yeah, working hard there, tough guy.

I want to be able to self moderate too

She's okay now but wasn't then... and hospitals don't refuse injured people... ever. You're just full of these wild assumptions about how the world works and yet you're wrong on every count. Does it ever hurt inside to be you?

Yeah, it's funny how that info turns out to be not so bogus after all.

I wish there was a way to preview how our tile looked in the quilt and then go back to the drawing board to perfect things. I've submitted two tiles now that don't quite line up perfectly

HOSTILE!

Where exactly are they going to get her info? Have you ever admitted to a hospital while unconscious? They get your info from one of two places: the emergency contact on your health insurance file, or they get it from the person that you're admitted with. Considering that she didn't have her health card with her, nor an address, why do you think it would be so unusual for them to ask the person she came with to help contact someone?

She was unconscious and strapped to an immobilisation board, and I was instructed to contact family as quickly as possible. Generally that warrants a certain amount of attention.

I don't even know why I'm bothering to argue this, other than to show other people what real friends do for each other in an emergency. Maybe you could learn a thing or two.

Why is this such an unbelievable leap of faith?

Noah- not funny.

I talked to her this afternoon. She is fine. I'm sure we'll be seeing her smiling face again in no time.

Let me explain the difference between panic and what happened. Panic is when someone calls you and screams into the phone, and you can't understand what they're saying. That's a far cry from "Hi. This is Colin. Do you know person x, there has been an accident and I need help getting in touch with her friends or family. No? Okay. Sorry for disturbing you."

Does that sound like panic to you?

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I was with her when she got hit, I rode with her in the ambulance, I was with her when she was admitted, I was the one they'd asked for help contacting her parents, and I was the one who explained to her family what happened. I wasn't some random schmoe who turned up at the hospital.

Actually, I thought that was a fairly generous offer. It seems that there's some sort of misunderstanding.

I wasn't calling to get her medical help. I was calling from the hospital.

I was trying to find out a phone number for friends or parents and working off a very small list of people that I know from this web site. Are you francophone? I can switch to french if you have a problem with comprehension; it all seems pretty clear to everyone except you.

Given that at that point in time nobody knew if she was going to live, it made a lot of sense to call anyone who shared a common group of friends to find out if anyone knew how to contact her roommates or family.

If someone you cared about was severely injured, you should only hope that someone would do the same for you.

yeah, the makeup was definitely being handed out in the middle of the night. Where were you?

I was with someone who I did not know very well who is lucky to be alive today after being struck by a taxi. I knew a few of the friends in her circle of friends and your girlfriends overlap and called everyone possible trying to get her in touch with someone who knew how to reach either her roommates or family.

I was the only one she was with, and was taking every lead possible trying to get in touch with someone who could help.

Have some compassion.

Like... at least if it matched

WTF is br34th3 thinking? What a stupid tile

Okay... but that's only one I'll accept. astro*nut, take a detour to Austria and bring us Kruder und Dorfmeister in your luggage.

Then go! What's your excuse?

GOOFUS has a PhD.
GALLANT has a PhD in a field unrelated to his research.

GOOFUS gets little respect as a scientist outside the scientific community.
GALLANT gets little respect as a scientist inside the scientific community.

GOOFUS drives a beat-up old car.
GALLANT drives a BMW unless his chauffeur is driving.

GOOFUS wears street clothes to work, maybe a lab suit on occasion.
GALLANT wears three piece suits at all times.

GOOFUS is employed by a "university", a "hospital", or a "laboratory".
GALLANT is employed by a "Coalition", an "Institute", an "Association", a "Foundation", a "Council", or a "White House".

GOOFUS earns $30000 per year unless they cut his funding.
GALLANT earns $200000 per year but makes his real money from speaking fees.

GOOFUS lives anywhere in the country.
GALLANT lives in a wealthy area near Washington DC, but may have additional homes elsewhere.

GOOFUS may sometimes be filmed standing in front of big melting icebergs.
GALLANT may be filmed sitting in front of a bookcase or standing behind a podium at a $2000 per plate fundraiser, although there may be ice melting in his drink.

GOOFUS is a dues-paying member of several scientific grassroots organizations.
GALLANT is on the payroll of several scientific astroturf organizations.

GOOFUS gets summoned for jury duty but is never picked as a juror.
GALLANT claims "the jury is still out" on evolution or global warming, since he considers himself to be on the jury.

GOOFUS maintains the world is five billion years old.
GALLANT isn't really saying, but creationists distribute his pamphlets all the time.

GOOFUS claims the world is warming as a direct result of human activity.
GALLANT either claims that climate change doesn't exist, or if it does, that humans have nothing to do with it.

GOOFUS and his graduate students do the dirty work of collecting raw data and looking for conclusions to be drawn from it.
GALLANT does the dirty work of discrediting GOOFUS by manipulating his data in Excel with statistically invalid techniques.

GOOFUS writes scientific papers and grant proposals.
GALLANT writes the nation's environmental legislation and a column for the Wall Street Journal's editorial page.

GOOFUS draws scientific conclusions from the data he collects that usually come out in agreement with the scientific consensus.
GALLANT paints the scientific consensus as being entirely political in nature and enjoys comparing himself to Galileo.

GOOFUS is heavily trained to be a skeptic and to treat information from all sources with a skeptical mind.
GALLANT is heavily marketed as a skeptic but reserves his skepticism for GOOFUS.

GOOFUS isn't paid much attention by the press since his opinions are commonplace among scientists.
GALLANT holds maverick opinions for a scientist which keeps him busy running from one balanced talk show to the next.

GOOFUS has no PR skills.
GALLANT leverages his PR experience all the time, although he has access to paid PR staff.

GOOFUS claims the sky is falling and we have to take painful steps to reduce CO2 emissions now.
GALLANT claims the free market will take care of it and recommends solving the problem by conning Zimbabwe out of their pollution credits.

GOOFUS advises his kids not to go into science.
GALLANT advises the president.

Any time I try to send someone a message, I get this response:

"Your Conversations
You don't have any conversations. Why not start one?"

But it doesn't let me start a conversation. In fact, all I want to do is start a conversation...

I once killed a man using the ping of death

Lundi et Dimanche ne sont probablement pas des grandes soirées pour eux, non?

Ooh, this is nifty

Yeah, but then I have to show up not looking cool, and well, I just gotta look cool.

And somebody might lose an eye.

This is gonna be great. Maybe we can get those tyvek overalls that painters wear.

"Oh no you din't! Bitch you got foundation in my hair! "

Hells yes! I don't want to ruin my clothes though. What should we do about that?

Stop whining and go. It'll be fun.

We can have a lipstick fight

Danny, I'm killing my eyes.

Actually, it doesn't work in every other province. Using Ottawa as an example: Attendance has never recovered to the old levels. Ottawa had about 270 bars/clubs before the ban. Within one year of the ban, that number was under 200. Several years later, they're back up to about 220, however, overall sales are down 23.5%, several jobs have been lost, and several small business owners who have contributed heavily to the economy have been forced into bankruptcy.

That's the Government of Ontario's own data, and is reported at [ www.pubcoalition.com ]

Government has no place regulating what I put into my body. That includes allowing me to choose if I wish to work in a smokey environment. Smoke poisons the surrounding environment, but if I choose to immerse myself in poison, then I am an adult and fully qualified to make that choice.

/thoroughly disappointed

I would looooove frogs legs right now. If anyone ever wants to go with me for frogs legs and knows where to go, then we're so going.

I had pidgeon in Toronto. It was a lot like duck but had a rich flavour that was a little like liver.

Hey, correct me if I'm wrong but I think the guy with the stache is actually a very young Marc Messier....

juju, oshinko is fanastic. Do you not like regular pickles? It isn't re really any different.

genius, I tried Chinatown here, and almost all of it is geared to locals. I want jellyfish!

When you've got a tbone in front of you, do you go for the marrow or the meat?

I've had natto a couple of times. I had to smoke afterwards.

So I moved to Montreal about three months ago and since I got here I've eaten some pretty weird things.... for example, Quebec-style Chinese food. Let me tell you... that's not Chinese food. It's good, sort of, but bad in a whole different way. I'm used to authentic Hong Kong and Northern Chinese dishes because of where I lived in Toronto.

It got me thinking- standard fare here might be chicken balls and fried rice, but how many of you have ever eaten red bean paste? How many of crunched down on some good jellyfish?

What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?

(BTW: pussy and or cock aren't weird. ass is, but we don't want to hear about it)