BlackWolfGothKink's blog: "What the Wolf?"

Now and then, I get a little nostalgic. Looking back on places and things I remember from old Ontario. Remember my big pussy? He wasn't that big at the time, he was still a kitten, kind a. I lived in Niagara Falls at the time, you know nice spacious one bedroom apartment balcony and all. Well this is a FU-file from my very talented Mr. Mittens Mischievous. Yes now he's FAT and Lazy. One day while I was out shopping, I received a call from one of my friends at my apartment building. She told me that the Police had come to my apartment, and the Super In tenant had to let them in. Surprised and bit worried about what could possibly be going on, I rushed home immediately. When I had gotten back to my apartment, I checked it and everything seemed fine. I went downstairs to talk to the Super, and as I was knocking on his door my friend came around the corner laughing hysterically. Even as the Super answers with a huge smirk he was trying to choke back, I asked "WHAT?" (so much as to say, whats the joke?) Trying to blurt out the story between laughs (while turning red) they told me my cat was most talented. Somehow, Mr. Mittens had gotten up on my phone and proceeded to rub up against the receiver knocking it off the hook. With his paws he somehow managed to dial 911! At the time I had one of those old corded push-button phones that sat on the side table. Well two Police Officers were dispatched to my apartment, because 911 was unsure of the situation. Mr. Mittens was purring while rubbing up against the phone, so they thought they were hearing someone having a hard time breathing on the other end. The Super chuckled, and told me that when he let them in he entered with them to find my cat rubbing up against the phone just a purring away. He told me the Police had a good laugh, and it made their day but suggested that I get a new phone that he hadn't fallen in love with, so that 911 wasn't phoned unnessisarily! Do these things only happen to me?

There's always something new, even on a quiet site for Security. Well this might be funny now, though I was pissed about it then. All of my patrols finished, and still finishing off the paper work, it was 5 mins. to the end of my shift. All that can will F@*KN....you know! I received a call from one of the sites private Security Guards, notifying me that he was currently locked in a service room on the 6th floors. F@*K, and this guy was of limited intelligence, or otherwise 99 cents short of a dollar. I grabbed my keys, card passes, and my phone and took off running up 6 flights of stairs. Huffing & puffin I attempted to key the door into private tenant space, only to realize that we had no access. Knowing my replacement would be calling me soon, I quickly called my supervisor. When I notified her of the situation, which she laughed about later, she then asked me to run up to the 6th floor on the other staircase! Few! Finally able to enter the suit, I received another call from this Fu-tard because he was starting to panic! I said just hold on I'm almost there, while my boss had been giving me the directions to the service room. Finally arriving I attempted to key the door, but no such luck. I asked the guy to pass me his key-card under the door, so instead he tried to put it through the vent in the door. I told him, "No don't put it through there you'll loose it!" I finally got him to pass it under the door, and after picking it out from under the door and over the carpet divider, I opened the door and let him out. Funny thing is looking at this room it was tiny enough, he didn't need to go in to patrol it. Someone please tell me, how theF@*K does someone lock themselves in a service room? I did receive the call from my replacement, only to stay another half an hour to do an incident report. That was only the second day I was on. WTF? So much for a horseshoe up my ass, just FUBAR up there!

Hey, for all of you that left me messages, I wasn't ignoring you. I've been doing a lot of work and running aroud. I only partied for one week though, and I was drunk, fooor? Don't remember. I've had my share of dumbf@#ck ideas and stupid human tricks. Here are a couple of good ones that happened to me; WORK RELATED FU Hear about the shoe buffer? No, unfortunately I'm not joking! Probably the second day on my job as security of a building site, I was still fresh and there were things I still had no clue about. Closer to the end of my shift, I was on the top floor doing my regular patrol, when I smelled this electrical burning. Incidently my nose led me into the Ladies Washroom. Over by the sink counter, I found this odd devise plugged into the wall. The smell was coming from it, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what this thing was. It had a base plate, ontop of which there were two round fuzzy things on either side of this tall poll of about hand highth, with a red button on the top. Unsure if I should even touch this devise or what ever the hell it was, I was a BIT concerned. Keeping my head though, I phoned Mobile and explained about the smell, but that I didn't know what this thing was. I told him that I didn't know if I should unplg it, or even touch it. Well the Mobile dude, thinking "Oh,S@#T," came over emediately, even though he wasn't on shift for another hour. I let him in the front door and took him to the floor, and into the Ladies Washroom. I showed him the devise in question. He just cracked a smile and said "it's a Shoe Buffer!" He felt the bottom of it with his gloves on, and incidently is was pretty hot. Now as provocitive as this "Shoe Buffer" looked to me, it actually was hot enough to start a fire, so we did unplug it. Hey how was I supposed to know what an electrical shoe buffer looked like? To this day I always did mine the old fashioned way. I must say though I was thinking of what else it might be used for. "HUMMM, something about a tall poll with two round hairy balls on either side." I'll post the next few later.

When you look at my basic Profile and pictures on my fubar site, you only see me the way I am when I'm having a bit of fun. There is of course the deeper things in life that we all share, the things are the truths of a more spiritual human heart. I have read some very sad cases of a deteriorating social society, everything from murders of innocent bystanders to horrible crimes committed by young children. It's a shame that such sick people do the things they do. Whether they are just as much tortured souls, or are really bad people. I've had many good friends pass away, and at the time would often ask why only the good seem to die young. I could never justify that these things were by fate nor choice. I believed at one time that perhaps they were just too good for this world. Many find their own beliefs to cope with such madness, and yet as often as this happened I was blind. So I'll share a secret with you. I never ask why anymore, for why anyone? These things become part of the conflict of the opposites. For example, why bad things happen to good people. Ours is a world of both darkness and as much light. Whatever opposites exist, we need them, this life in general. The resolution to the Conflict of the opposites is simply, that only through the existing opposites, by Karma, or by natural occurrences there in time comes the balance. You can't have the yin without the yang. In the end nothing is all black, nor all white we are both, because nature is both, cruel and loving at the same time. So as a fellow employee said to me before he passed on, "Every day I'm above ground, I count it a blessing, and I make every day count." That he did, he was a fun loving guy with a beautiful family that loved him very much. Mother once dedicated a song to me when I first moved to Calgary, the lyrics said: "We're here for a good time not a long time, so make your good days count because the sun can't shine every day! And the sun is shining in the city today!" Life is our ultimate game, so most of it is still in the choices we make. We can make the difference.

Does anyone else get those FU e-mails that sneek up on you while your trying to look at your new e-mails from people you know? Now I know better than to go for those dang irritating all around pain in the ass store promos that ask for your e-mail address! I had over 60 promo e-mails from one company in one week! I have decided to send out some of my own FU e-mails to the same companies via their web sites. I would share some of my Fu-tard E-mails with you, but they would deffinately be under the NSFW catagory. The next time I'm offered a store promo if they really bug me I'll give them an alias that they'll never be able to e-mail and I'll find their web sites and e-mail them 666 Fu-tard e-mails! Anyone else Know How I can get rid of them? It's starting to drive me crazy, oh wait, I'M ALREADY CRAZY!