Rage Barber

You see i was out with a few of the other fathers in the neighbourhood, at an event that was put together by one of the more gregarious guys in an attempt to get to know each other... and i guess get out. I had been out ever night that week, which is oddly not unusual for me, a father of 3 kids... there was a show and a supper show and then a hockey game and then this night. Shortly after this night i became deathly ill and put out of commission for a week and counting. Anyhoo, I'm getting way off topic here... The guys are swell fellows who have a similar outlook on the state of our city as i do. We are all parents and homeowners, and will be ill affected by bad decisions for a long time as we see Vancouver as our home. There was talk of the Olympics and the insane rhetoric that the various Yahoo's are yelping and then we got on to the new "Mount Pleasant Community center" and the planned demolition of the old one and of course the well used outdoor swimming pool that works very well thank you very much... again another story.

Aparently at the new center that they have been building for the last decade, or so it seems, they put the brick up... but apparently it was the wrong brick so they chipped it down and are starting again... not really out of the ordinary... but the real nugget of information i got was that one of the guys goes to the barber on main between 7th and 8th and apparently this barber gets really wound up about these events... and apparently if you ask him about the local coffee shops he really gets going.

This is great news... i mean i always cut my own hair but i think i might have to go for a trim and a nice dose of rage... which is a bit odd... most people probably would try to not help induce rage in their barber as they are getting their hair cut, but yet me... that is why i will be there.

I think the other fathers became concerned when i became so excited at the opportunity to get buzzed by a "rage barber"... "but watch out he likes the clippers" was the last thing i heard as i drifted into my rage barber dream sequence. I have never been one to give a rats ass about my appearance with regards to fashionable haircuts... i think it stems from a "never judge a book by it's cover" philosophy even though the rational person inside of me knows that it never works to be obviously weird. I have always thought of paying for a haircut is a waste of money... but a person in a controlled rage is like a small private play, more real than any fringe festival piece that might attempt a re-creation of sorts.

I am hoping it will be as good as my favourite "rage taxi driver" from years ago when i had walk 86 at the post office. This guy was no George Bush fan, that's for sure and he wasn't about to be force fed any of that horse shit that was being shoveled through the mainstream media back in 2002. Often times he would get going so hard he would have to pull over... "when i was in India we drove to a gas station and waited 2 days for the petrol truck to show up"... he would say pointing at me "that is a gas shortage!... this is not a gas shortage!"

One haircut coming up.






to be a rage barber
with scizzors and clips
looking out at the harbour
at the sinking ships

First rage of the new year

First off i have to say the 2008 was pretty good... no doubt i worked like a bastard but we got some things done and there were many good days. Even the collapsing of the economy and the housing market was like a vindication of sorts... Are people really insane... yep. Also i don't know how you could be a decent person and not feel good that that chimp of a president, the self proclaimed king of the world is in his last year in his role as a power abuser.

Well I guess the first rage of the year occurred when Emily and Hailie
screamed their fucking heads off all morning... But tonight we were going to do something fun, yep we were going to Willingdon Avenue to go to Eileen Davey Pool because there is a really fun water slide. Luckily for Kaiya, who was a large child we could lie about her age and she has been riding that slide (with me) for a few years now.

But no more... you see the B.C Safety Authority (1 800 566-7233) has come in and deemed that the slide is not safe for tandem riding = some some incompetent klutz took their whinny brat down the slide and caused an incident, and now we all can't do anything anymore.
If it was me and just our family was there i would have no hesitation to go down it with the twins who are 18 months old... one at a time. You can imagine Kaiya's disappointment after we got there and excitedly got up to the top of the tower and were turned around and had to walk back down... her favourite slide that we have ridden hundreds of times over the past 2 years... no worries in 4 years she will be able to ride it again "safely". Where to start... in all seriousness. Perhaps we should call our province Wimp Columbia.

Safety- the most dangerous thing you can do is get in your car and go driving on the street (getting to the pool)... Pure percentages folks. Does anybody have any ideas on what country i should move to? i can't even sign a consent form so that we can use the facilities properly. I guess my suggestion of getting a bar in the pool won't be considered too seriously.

I have nothing else to say
again i am disappointed in humanity
Safety... my new most hated word

and i was going to start this year off with a nice positive blogaroo about the few thing i was going to work on (slowly) to make myself a better person this year. i guess i need to get on the safety council and start reversing some decisions... i can see a Province cover story... "Risky Robertson threatens the lives of the average consumer".