The Spot

I've forgotten *everyone's* birthday. Ugh, I hate it when that happens.
Honestly, this is crazy. I forget my own birthday sometimes. It certainly isn't as important to me as it is to everyone else. More an excuse for a good party. But if your friends aren't around, or if you're looking for apartments in New Brunswick, well, no big loss, right?
Well, Mom doesn't see it that way. She reminded me tonight that my grandmothers' birthdays passed a week and two weeks ago, respectively. Sh*t.
[Why didn't I get the reminder before the dates? "You're a young adult now. That means remembering". Double wammy: I'm inconsiderate and immature].
*sigh*. I guess I'll get some cards tomorrow and send them late.
On an unrelated note, Halifax is the most corrosive city ever. My bike chain started seizing after a weekend of mist. I noticed it needed oil, what, a week ago? The rust here works fast. No worries, it's happy and squeak-free now.
Back to Criminal. Did you know that any one may arrest without warrant
a) a person whom he finds committing an indictable offence ; or
b) a person who, on reasonable grounds, he believes
(i) has committed a criminal offence, and
(ii) is escaping from and freshly pursued by persons who have lawful authority to arrest that person.
section 494, subsection1, Canadian Criminal Code.
That means... if I see you comitting treason (section 47) or alarming Her Majesty (section 49) or any of the other serious [aka indictable] offences, I get to arrest you! Without a warrant! Ooh, the power is going to my head.

PS: Name the literary allusion! My subject comes via my painful Orientation To Law lectures, what has one sole redeeming feature: random inside jokes.
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