Keep on dreamin' like you should Just never in my neighbourhood. I hope your life takes you far away from our ocean playground. Take'em with you for all we care. —seedyions

So trying to walk anywhere is a task. The side walks do not have salt and its a nightmare trying to walk anywhere. Hello city have you ever heard of salting the ground? Makes it hard to get put and about. —ice is everywhere but no salt

Dear CRTC you guys are a bunch of fucking IDIOTS - People in Canada are so short sighted when it comes to the Superbowl - we want to see the american commercials. WAH !!! Guess what all you stupid fucks - someone has to pay to see this shit right now a canadian network pays for the rights to show it in Canada - doesn't matter which network buys it they have to sell commercials to pay for it. That network will simulcast on U.S. networks instead of having them Blacked out. If you were the NFL you would sell to the highest bidder and if nobody buys it for Canada maybe they demand a Blackout in Canada on the U.S. networks. Our CRTC demands it be broadcast in Canada without inserting commercials from Canada so where is it payed for ??? What Business will be stupid enough to pay the NFL millions of dollars to make ZERO money on it ----- FUCKING DUH!!! ---- NOBODY. A company can only make money on a Pay Per View situation in Canada. Sombody has to pay the NFL for their product - it used to be the Canadian Advertisers. If it goes to CBC then taxpayers pay - otherwise maybe it is individuals on pay per view or maybe you have to subscribe to a sports network - I liked it better for free - remember there isn't any business that wants to toss money in the trash. Good old stupid short sighted Government of Canada and their appointed Idiot squad at the CRTC. one year of not being able to see the game at all will bring a few more complaints than Canadian comercials ----- YA THINK ?????? —Canadian and NFL fan

I'm trying to wrap my head around what it is in Halifax's culture, and Nova Scotia in general, that is so negative and pronounced... I mean, the proof's in the pudding and I've never seen so many downtrodden, moody and just plain miserable fuckers in all my life. I often wonder if there's some Be-An-Asshole-Chemical in the air being steadily pumped into the unsuspecting sleepwalking culture OR some invisible smog of negativity and depression that constantly hangs over everything and slowly drains peoples life-force AFTER making them slowly lose their minds...
Well, I've observed that generations of men were basically unemployed deadbeats, prompting resentment from women, who, in turn, eventually snowballed an immense FemiNazi culture of staggering and horrifying proportions( I've never seen so many half-shaved heads eating salads behind so many pairs of Buddy Holly glasses-this is madness!). The men, excluded from the Lesbianic activities, eventually also turned to their fellows, wore tight jeans, grew monstrous beards and, like the ladies, decided 'Well, since I have no 'real' work ethic in me, I'll just opt for artsy pop-culture and pretend I'm somehow useful to the world: "Yeah, that's it! We'll hide in shabby drug-inspired pop-art and even worse music! Hotdiggity! Great Scott, I've done it!"
And the poor? I mean, the shelter-doomed, smoke-grubbing hopeless poor? Don't even get me started. Since moving here, I've lost all feeling for the poor and regard them with utter contempt( What's all the more fucked up? IM POOR TOO!). The rich here are just plain lucky and are limited to rare sightings like UFO's...
So * sighs* Yeah, this place is fucked in more ways than one... I can see why people just up and leave. I'm presently trapped here but am planning my escape. I'll be the proverbial bearer of grim tidings like in every adventure story: the decrepit lonely soul who says "Don't go back that way Mister! That place is doomed! Many go that way and some...*points a trembling finger*...never return.."
Someone get me the fuck out of here! —Hiding my smokes and beating these bastards off with a stick!

So I have been commuting from Halifax to Dartmouth for about 9 months now via the Mackay Bridge.Going to Dartmouth is fine,hardly any traffic.Coming back during rush hour is an absolute nightmare!If it's not the cheaters who can't seem to choose their lane after the tolls and try to cut in on the other side of the bridge,to the idiots that let them in!When I am behind someone going so slow that there are almost 2 car lengths between them and the car ahead,I get so frustrated because they are letting 4 or 5 cars cut in which makes my commute even longer.It's called bumper to bumper traffic for a reason.I choose my lane at the beginning because I know in advance where the hell I'm going so I don't have to cut in front of someone.To the cheaters who like to cut in?You are only creating slower traffic because everyone behind you must wait for some idiot to let you in! —Stay in your own lane!!!!!!!!

I know you want to be my friend and I wanted to be your friend, but I can't deal with you. Instead of just running away, I'm going to tell you why I can't deal with spending time with you: you don't listen. I mean, really listen. When I talk, you nod your head and smile and when I'm done talking, without any acknowledgement or reflection about what I shared with you and without any sign you were remotely interested in what I said, you tell me about something you thought of while I was talking. That is not listening. That is what I heard so beautifully described once as "competitive talking". Then, every few minutes you put the competitive talking on hold so you can look something up on your smart phone about a subject I did not express interest in and couldn't care less about and then you tell me about it. You seem like a nice person. But when I spend time with you I end up feeling frustrated, ignored and steamrolled. Maybe you just lack empathy. I don't know if it's something you can change or even want to change, but I thought you should know. —Game Over

"Uhh Uhh Uhh Gotta giddit gotta giddit uhh uhh gotta giddit" You mixin on repeat or wut breh? —Keep the day job brother

Why is it so hard for people to wrap their minds around the fact that when people love each other—or are straight-up fucking each other—they like to smush their junk together? Its a thing. —Trib life

I moved back east to a "small town" thinking that I would not have to deal with  shady contractor handymen carpenters. Boy was I wrong. I am amazed at how many of these "professionals" can barely start a project on time, let alone finish one.  This is my chosen profession, to be a contractor, and I am continually running into  clients who have been given the short end of the stick when it has come to their  home reno projects. In a town of 38,000, I have come across seven "companies" who did not have the skill to bid a project properly, did not have the skills to complete a project completely, or the will to complete a project completely (let alone do it within a set time frame). Your home is one of your largest  long term material investments  Stop cheaping out and hiring contractors  for $10 an hour and expecting the work to be perfect.
The customers are also to blame for this. They hire people without transportation— first sign you’re not dealing with a professional. They get major projects started with out a written contract. So no set price, no written scope of work, no payment schedule and no time frame to complete said work. Then they wonder why they get ripped off or the "contractor" disappears when the wallet seems to be empty. Then expect me to come in a rescue them for $10 an hour. Screw that. I would rather work at a fast food joint—at least there I am inside and they buy the uniform. Thankfully I have the skills, tools, truck and will power to compete jobs and every single client I have done work for since I’ve been here has used my company for second and third projects and/or have referred me to friends and co workers.
For people wanting to hire someone: look for little things in your next contractor; has business cards professionally done; has signage on their WORK TRUCK not their mom or wife's geo metro; takes their shoes off when in your home; has a website or Facebook page that shows work they’ve actually done (not from some generic  stock photo); check the date the website/Facebook page was created and that will give a better indication on when they  started the company; look for date stamps on photos; BBB look for bad reviews (if they are listed, that does not mean they are a bad company—it means they don't need or want to pay for a high grade); will provide a written contract or a written estimate for small or large jobs. If they want you to get a second and third quote for a job, it means they are confident in their work and price. If you do not feel comfortable with them don't use them. Don't rely solely on review websites. Search "BBB scam,” "angies list scam," "Yelp scam," or fill-in-the-blank review website scam. You will find that any one can pay for a better rating or for fake reviews. —Tired of cleaning up other peoples messes

To the inadequate management of this poorly designed apartment building undergoing a full-blown foundation makeover: FUCK YOU. Maybe let your tenants know about construction before you start a six-month long JACKHAMMER job. We work from home, and this is our hell. —Pissed off thesis student