So there i was out and about meeting and greeting the people of the world, sharing stories and good cheer... perhaps even for a moment coming off like some easy going fun loving average Hammerhead. The wife of the man trusting in me to be a rational and sane person to bounce their "difference of opinion" off of me. Apparently the wife thinks it prudent to throw out the man's Kennwood cassette deck and life collection of tapes because of course they are so like "yesterday". For a moment i was thinking of agreeing with her and offering to come and remove the deck that could serve as an emergency backup to my backup tape deck... but then i came to my senses and openly questioned the said woman's sanity in a colourful manor which really didn't go over to well... it probably didn't help that the Husband's eyes literally bulged out of his head in agreement with my sentiment.
women are insane... take it from me, i live with 4 of the weasels.
case in point: take the old Man and Woman sharing a toilet scenario... all you ever hear is this bullshit about the man leaving the seat up... what, like the woman is so dumb she would actually sit down on a toilet seat with out looking and if for some reason she plunges into the toilet it is somehow the man's fault? Totally insane of course, but you know the real thing here... when women piss in a toilet they get piss on the underside of the toilet seat which the man then has to touch when lifting the seat so that he doesn't end up getting piss on the toilet seat. But the men never say anything they just clean it an carry on to the next task... natural team players.
How many men out there have gone to take a piss and got a finger full of piss concentrate, cleaned up and went downstaris to have to then defend their right for their stuff to not be under the constant threat of becoming deemed obsolete.
I guess that's why they make those "horse shoe" toilet seats
The other real problem here is that we have lost our focus in the modern era... it's all about newer better buy more and not about really enjoying what you have, which of course you can't do because you are so busy "competing" to just exist that there is no time (or the time get's lost on wasteful procedures) to enjoy the things you love.
I was talking to another couple an older retired couple and they mentioned that their life quality has increased ten fold since they retired. As he said "people ask me don't you get bored not having to go to work and have a purpose"... this guy and his wife have a few good purposes... great people.
When you look at the raw facts it looks unlikely that i will one day be able to retire and have my own personal space where i can set up all of my stuff and enjoy it as it was meant to be enjoyed... but at the same time you have to "dare to dream".
Sunday, January 17, 2010
black and white
There was some discussion over the nature of blogs going heavy on the black and white text layout... very much like this old shit hole blog, so i was almost thinking of changing it but then when you open that can of worms you get windows that alert you to the fact that you need to re-format, because i guess the Internet has moved ahead and it wants to take you with it, but deep down you know that moving ahead equals more surveillance, tracking and consumer profiling... which is about as inspiring as the wait room in a vasectomy clinic.
you would think a guy like myself would be all over the vasectomy idea... being the confidence level i have in the idea that i do not want to have any more children... many other fathers in the neighbourhood have gone that route but i don't see me in that boat. I'm not a fan of the word "snip"... lets face it, it's a shitty word... four letters that have a zero positive factor. And of course the great lesson in life is to never give up all your cards in the game... not that there is really a game in the sense of a selfish person versus person angle, but rather you never really know what the future holds, and the minute you think you do you are wrong.
For example in the years ahead when fresh water becomes more and more scarce and Canada has to be invaded by foreign nations under security certificate ratification to make sure that the "earths" water for the "people" is in stable hands and not under the control of 13 term Prime Minister Harper, know for his aggressive attacks against the apathetic citizens of Canada. Being a port city, Vancouver could be one of the first places bombed and destroyed and then occupied... we might have to flee to the woods and live among the trees as rebel fighters... in a situation like this I could be called on as one of the natural leaders to donate sperm to help re-populate the rebel forces... clearly under these circumstances i would strongly regret any snipping that were to occur in my groin region.
Of course there are many other equally believable scenarios that all end in regret when the word vasectomy is used.
come to think of it... what a bad blog topic... I blame Mule... to take a page out of the Jefferson's
Damn Mule
what has mule got to do with it?
mule posted something on a network site, which got me thinking, which caused a distraction which then forced a simile and now we are visualizing testicular operations... damn Mule!
And he thought he had an eye problem!
I don't know what else to say... it could possibly be that this here blogaroo is "un-recoverable"... there is no saving it... the ships hull had been destroyed and the tiger sharks are just slowly cruising around knowing that the end is a foregone conclusion. Speaking of that last sentence... actually it's not even a proper sentence but the word "cruising" i had a hard time spelling... i was trying to throw "e" in there and then a "w". On thing i have been trying to challenge myself on is to try to spell the word right without going to the spell check that will give you the right answer... unless of course you try to spell colour or neighbourhood.
you would think a guy like myself would be all over the vasectomy idea... being the confidence level i have in the idea that i do not want to have any more children... many other fathers in the neighbourhood have gone that route but i don't see me in that boat. I'm not a fan of the word "snip"... lets face it, it's a shitty word... four letters that have a zero positive factor. And of course the great lesson in life is to never give up all your cards in the game... not that there is really a game in the sense of a selfish person versus person angle, but rather you never really know what the future holds, and the minute you think you do you are wrong.
For example in the years ahead when fresh water becomes more and more scarce and Canada has to be invaded by foreign nations under security certificate ratification to make sure that the "earths" water for the "people" is in stable hands and not under the control of 13 term Prime Minister Harper, know for his aggressive attacks against the apathetic citizens of Canada. Being a port city, Vancouver could be one of the first places bombed and destroyed and then occupied... we might have to flee to the woods and live among the trees as rebel fighters... in a situation like this I could be called on as one of the natural leaders to donate sperm to help re-populate the rebel forces... clearly under these circumstances i would strongly regret any snipping that were to occur in my groin region.
Of course there are many other equally believable scenarios that all end in regret when the word vasectomy is used.
come to think of it... what a bad blog topic... I blame Mule... to take a page out of the Jefferson's
Damn Mule
what has mule got to do with it?
mule posted something on a network site, which got me thinking, which caused a distraction which then forced a simile and now we are visualizing testicular operations... damn Mule!
And he thought he had an eye problem!
I don't know what else to say... it could possibly be that this here blogaroo is "un-recoverable"... there is no saving it... the ships hull had been destroyed and the tiger sharks are just slowly cruising around knowing that the end is a foregone conclusion. Speaking of that last sentence... actually it's not even a proper sentence but the word "cruising" i had a hard time spelling... i was trying to throw "e" in there and then a "w". On thing i have been trying to challenge myself on is to try to spell the word right without going to the spell check that will give you the right answer... unless of course you try to spell colour or neighbourhood.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Went to the gym tonight to catch the third period of the Canucks game on the cardio machines... not since Wayne Gretzky high sticked Doug Gilmour have i seen such insane officiating.
Tonight there were some phantom calls when the game was on the line, and the calls changed the game... I would be more enraged if i had paid top dollar to see the game live... which of course would never happen (me paying top dollar to see a sports event totally geared for television). I believe i went in to that concept a few times so you can sift through the archives if you care.
I went to see Avatar on Saturday Night... I'm not a movie guy, but there was a "woman's" meeting in my house that night... where women talk about spirituality and goals and do tarot card readings, which is too much of a kook show for my man blood, so the options were drink and watch the Flames douse the Canucks or go to that other side of life and see a very popular 3D movie at a Cineplex Odion.
My friend had a "herbal remedy" that we sampled before going into the conglomerate complex of noise and lights... we had our tickets... my friend is very organized and he got them online in an effort to lessen the stress on our poor hearts. To make a long story mid-length we were there with our tickets a good 45 minutes before showtime.. we were actually outside listening to the end of the Flames Canucks game on our trusty portable radio thinking time was on our side... but we were wrong.
we went to our gate (gate 5) and they sent us to gate 10 on the other side of the building where there was a massive line up and people yelling at people... the crowd control people were shouting orders at the crowd... it was most degrading, and i was thinking that they are really wasting an opportunity here... they have all of us "consumers" here there should be screens on the wall or a designated waiting room hitting us with "cool" advertising rather than some middle aged troll barking at people not to sit against the wall but rather stand in an orderly fashion for the next 40 minutes waiting to hear some teenage jackass yelling have your tickets ready... as you can imagine we were rather traumatized by these events.. i just covered my ears when they started yelling as to shut out the bad energy. When the line finally started moving it looped into this strange hallway and back out
this was me in the hallway:
it was around this time i decided to ask anybody shouting for a pen... i had a bunch of ideas and the pen talk seemed to put them off their game and shut them up for a bit.
we got into the theater grabbed some decent seats and spent the next half hour being the suckers i wished we were when we were in line having fools yell at us. We sat comfortably and were the victims of some aggressive advertising. This is where i was thinking that a band would be a nice touch... i mean we are all here paying top dollar taking hit after hit... you could give us something... I'm sure i stand alone.. loud commercials me swearing for a mute button and then i remembered that i had to take a shit... now was my time to rid myself of that long skinny fecal matter that had been barking at my sphincter for some time... eventually that was over and i made it back for a few thousand previews and then our movie started.
the movie was pretty good... i liked the fact that it was low on the love scenes... the 3D was pretty good... i kind of wish i saw in in Imax but i imagine you would have to be in a line for hours with people yelling at you, which is worth nothing in this world.
but i guess the movie is about another world and it sure was that.
The other thing about the Movie was that one of the main characters, a woman scientist was chain smoking in sealed chambers where the humans had to live becuse the "gas" on the planet didn't jive with human breathing. She was smoking away and they really played up the "she is strongly addicted" card, which from what i have read is one of the primal bases of unconscious smoking addiction... ie: the smoking fetish.
good that our hero Mr. Cameron didn't pass up the opportunity to get in bed with the smoking industry in 2010. some things never change.
Tonight there were some phantom calls when the game was on the line, and the calls changed the game... I would be more enraged if i had paid top dollar to see the game live... which of course would never happen (me paying top dollar to see a sports event totally geared for television). I believe i went in to that concept a few times so you can sift through the archives if you care.
I went to see Avatar on Saturday Night... I'm not a movie guy, but there was a "woman's" meeting in my house that night... where women talk about spirituality and goals and do tarot card readings, which is too much of a kook show for my man blood, so the options were drink and watch the Flames douse the Canucks or go to that other side of life and see a very popular 3D movie at a Cineplex Odion.
My friend had a "herbal remedy" that we sampled before going into the conglomerate complex of noise and lights... we had our tickets... my friend is very organized and he got them online in an effort to lessen the stress on our poor hearts. To make a long story mid-length we were there with our tickets a good 45 minutes before showtime.. we were actually outside listening to the end of the Flames Canucks game on our trusty portable radio thinking time was on our side... but we were wrong.
we went to our gate (gate 5) and they sent us to gate 10 on the other side of the building where there was a massive line up and people yelling at people... the crowd control people were shouting orders at the crowd... it was most degrading, and i was thinking that they are really wasting an opportunity here... they have all of us "consumers" here there should be screens on the wall or a designated waiting room hitting us with "cool" advertising rather than some middle aged troll barking at people not to sit against the wall but rather stand in an orderly fashion for the next 40 minutes waiting to hear some teenage jackass yelling have your tickets ready... as you can imagine we were rather traumatized by these events.. i just covered my ears when they started yelling as to shut out the bad energy. When the line finally started moving it looped into this strange hallway and back out
this was me in the hallway:
it was around this time i decided to ask anybody shouting for a pen... i had a bunch of ideas and the pen talk seemed to put them off their game and shut them up for a bit.
we got into the theater grabbed some decent seats and spent the next half hour being the suckers i wished we were when we were in line having fools yell at us. We sat comfortably and were the victims of some aggressive advertising. This is where i was thinking that a band would be a nice touch... i mean we are all here paying top dollar taking hit after hit... you could give us something... I'm sure i stand alone.. loud commercials me swearing for a mute button and then i remembered that i had to take a shit... now was my time to rid myself of that long skinny fecal matter that had been barking at my sphincter for some time... eventually that was over and i made it back for a few thousand previews and then our movie started.
the movie was pretty good... i liked the fact that it was low on the love scenes... the 3D was pretty good... i kind of wish i saw in in Imax but i imagine you would have to be in a line for hours with people yelling at you, which is worth nothing in this world.
but i guess the movie is about another world and it sure was that.
The other thing about the Movie was that one of the main characters, a woman scientist was chain smoking in sealed chambers where the humans had to live becuse the "gas" on the planet didn't jive with human breathing. She was smoking away and they really played up the "she is strongly addicted" card, which from what i have read is one of the primal bases of unconscious smoking addiction... ie: the smoking fetish.
good that our hero Mr. Cameron didn't pass up the opportunity to get in bed with the smoking industry in 2010. some things never change.
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