Tomorrow–Monday, September 19–is going to be a strange day. Here are just a few of the things happening:
- Fire alarm repairs. Per the memo for our condo, “repairs of the fire protection equipment” are needed, somehow. Not testing, repairs. The memo contains no details on what this means.
- My birthday. Self-explanatory (I hope).
- Queen’s funeral. This is kind of an official holiday in Canada, but with mourning instead of partying (for most, anyway). Schools (including post-secondary) are closed, so my partner has the day off.
- Talk Like a Pirate Day. It has always bothered me that this utterly stupid thing falls on my birthday, just because. Check your history books, kids (the good ones, anyway)! Pirates were not fun-loving rascals, they were murderers and thieves. It doesn’t matter how many Monkey Island games you played, it’s still true! Maybe if they called it Talk Like a Pirate as Romanticized in Movies and Video Games Day.
So basically, I get annoyed by fire alarm testing/repairs, don’t have the day to myself (I’m selfish, I admit!), have to put up with every stupid pirate joke conceivable and someone will probably blend those with Queen Elizabeth’s funeral into something like, “Yarr, the Queen be dead. Love live the King. Yarr.”
Basically, I am ready for Tuesday.
