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on Fri, Dec 25, 2015 at 4:00 AM
Fuck, I hate Christmas. And not in a bah humbug scrooge asshole kind of way. I mean, dark cloud of doom. Like counting the days for January 3rd so it can all go the fuck away. My smile is fake. —Cranky
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on Thu, Aug 27, 2015 at 4:00 AM
THAT'S IT. I'M DONE. I have had it with this fucking hot weather, bring on the fucking snow. Yeah, I lived here last winter, and yeah, it was so cold I got frost bite every time I stepped outside. But guess what? At least when it's –40 outside, I'm not sweating out of every single hole in my body. FUCK HEAT. FUCK HUMIDITY. FUCK SUMMER. —Santa fuckin' Claus
Posted
on Thu, Aug 20, 2015 at 4:00 AM
Most of the winter, we had NO sidewalks, it's that simple. We paid our taxes and we were cheated. Lots of citizens have filed class action suits, I think this situation qualifies. There's no denying it.
—cracked skull
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on Thu, Apr 30, 2015 at 4:00 AM
Dogs make great pets. They're good company. They get people out walking and meeting each other.
And for some owners, lets call them the poo-bag artistes, they provide a creative outlet. Those owners carry plastic bags with them to scoop up the little fellers’ droppings but—unlike normal people who simply take that bag home and dispose of it—the poo-bag artistes get creative.
First of all they tie a cute little knot in the top of the bag. Then, the important part, they carefully choose where to display their pooch's droppings. Will it be hung from a tree branch? Dangled off a fence? Artfully placed just so by the side of the road? Thrown into a neighbour’s yard so the delighted children will find it the next morning? The possibilities for creative idiocy are endless.
And, as the snow has receded, their winter's work is being revealed—one artfully placed poo bag at a time. To this I say, "Bravo poo-baggers! Brilliant! Just f-ing brilliant!” —Poo-bag art appreciation society of Halifax
Posted
on Wed, Apr 29, 2015 at 4:00 AM
Mostly because we build streets and sidewalks the way they are built in places that don't frost. I think it's time to evaluate how we build sidewalks and streets in this area. It would be an interesting project to geothermally heat the road/bike lane/sidewalk at the bottom of Spring Garden Road, where buses are always getting stuck.
—heat, don't plow
Posted
on Mon, Apr 13, 2015 at 4:00 AM
To the worthless piece of shit who stole the lights off my locked-up bike while I was laid up with a sprained knee: Thank you for kicking me while I was down and adding insult to injury. Fuck you, you miserable excuse for a waste of oxygen. —Walking but not dead
Posted
on Fri, Apr 10, 2015 at 4:00 AM
I'm just curious how many people are suing the city after wiping out on icy sidewalks this winter. I had to jump over a giant snow bank to cross the road and I did a face plant in the middle of the road, almost getting run over by an oncoming vehicle. I peeled myself off the sidewalk to find I had completely ruined my white cashmere coat!!! Once the snow began to melt in conjunction with blocked drainage pipes, it was slippery as fuck so I fell again, hurt my ankle and hand, ruined my other coat, a Le Chateau Peacoat that shit aint cheap... and got soakers in my 150 dollar fuckme boots in the river of a puddle! They have been soaked so bad over and over they smell like cornchip feet. I cannot wear these!!! I put my feet in them for a second, the boots heat up and they are hummin! WTF H^LIF^X!?! I'm putting my bill in to small claims court and I suggest other citizens do the same for ya'll broken bonez n cracked skullz and ruined attire!
—nuthin to wear
Posted
on Sun, Apr 5, 2015 at 4:00 AM
I can deal with the frozen ice world of Halifax. In fact, I'm kind of over talking about it - some of these sunny afternoons, walking in the street in lieu of snowbanked sidewalks has given us a strange comedic solidarity with one another. But this is a different kind of bitterness: in January, my winter jacket (brand new for Christmas) was stolen from a local hostel/bar during a dance party. In the pockets, only the essential things for winter but not needed on the dance floor: hand-knit mittens, my favourite scarf, cards that cost me nearly $150 to replace, my third phone this year (the others being stolen or lost), twenty bucks and some other small, worthless things that were precious to me. And also my identification. I can't seem to let this theft go. I feel like I've been invaded. Okay, take the phone and the cash from my pockets. Even the pretty Rhodochrosite that I've been hoping to find abandoned on the North End streets ever since. Take my mittens if you're cold. But I'm a broke artist - don't leave a person in the cold without a coat. I'm grateful to some kind strangers who drove me home in that -20 degree night, and the friend who found me a donated jacket to get me through the winter. I just wish the selfish person who left a big, ugly stain on an otherwise incredible night would do the right thing and return them.
—Nightcall Bittercold
Posted
on Sat, Apr 4, 2015 at 4:00 AM
Dear city of Halifax,
What a wonderfully dangerous city you have created for us this winter. It is dangerous for pedestrians, drivers, cyclists. The only people not affected are the bedridden and the dead. This city is a laughing stock of a joke. You certainly do not care for your population, because if you did you would not wait until it is so fucking DANGEROUS out there before you finally make a smart decision (albeit too fucking late by about a month and a half) to get rid of some of the snow banks and give us a few more lanes. Halifax you are a fucking joke. —Halfalaugh
Posted
on Thu, Apr 2, 2015 at 3:00 PM
THROW ME A BONE HERE, CITY. I need to put my car somewhere. If there IS snow removal happening in the near vicinity then I know NOT to park there. HOWEVER if there is NO SNOW REMOVAL IN THE NEAR VICINITY do not give me a $50 ticket. That is fucking ridiculous. We are not all made of money. I, nor ANY OF THE CARS ON THAT STREET, were in the way of ANY snow removal. I was supportive of your snow removal efforts, city, but you dun gone stabbed me in the back. —Pissed Ticket Payer