the figurative kind... some days it would be so nice to grab the cockroach and step on its neck until its squished and dead as a doornail... alas the world frowns upon such a thing... but one can dream...
on another topic, some ass made a comment about my parking a few days ago... he was trying to fit his abnormally long SUV into a spot behind my car that was about 4 feet too short, thus he commented on my parking abilities... the odd thing was, that of all the times I have parked badly, fully knowing my parking was bad and I didn't give a shit, this guy complained on a day when my car was so perfectly parked I could have taken a picture and used it in a "Guide to Good Parking" manual... my car was inches away from the curb (equidistant from the curb at both ends, I might add!) and lined up perfectly with the meter... I looked at my car, looked at him, gave him my most "I think you're out of your mind dude" look and got in the car and went on my merry way...
the sad thing is that I should have said something to him, because after I thought about it, he probably thinks he was in the right and that I parked incorrectly, but the truth of the matter is, the car ahead of me was parked wrong, it was about 2 feet ahead of its meter, leaving a huge gap in front of my car, making it look like I hadn't parked correctly...
the moral of the story is, even though I'm not a confrontational person, I should have made a point correct his impression, because next time, he'll still be thinking he's right and he'll smartmouth the wrong person and end up with a knife in his chest or something...
of course, as a person that has faith in karma, perhaps he'll just be getting what he deserves...
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
janitorial services
I suppose maintenance is the real word. I finally stopped being lazy and made a few technical adjustments to the blog portion of the site. The entire page layout is still piecemeal and patchwork, but at least I'm semi-happy with it. I added an RSS feed, which shows up in Safari automatically or can be accessed on the left hand menu. I fixed several links for images, that I had lazily ignored for a long time. I started working on a photo blog template, which I then got disgusted with and put on the back burner. Between paperwork for the office, ClanLord development, insanely hot weather and being away from home for two weeks, my plate is so full it's spilling on the floor. Ah well, it's good to have stuff to do when gaming and drinking gets tedious. *smile*
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
love
Oh, dear. She’s stuck in an infinite loop and he’s an idiot. Well, that’s love for you.
- Professor Farnsworth, Futurama
That's my love experience in a nutshell. Except I'm looped and an idiot. :)
- Professor Farnsworth, Futurama
That's my love experience in a nutshell. Except I'm looped and an idiot. :)
Friday, August 19, 2005
thank my lucky stars
Look at this, just look at it. Woosh!
Cillian Murphy
I saw him in Batman Begins, remembered him from 28 Days Later and now he's in a new movie, Red Eye. What a beautiful boy. If I had my birthday wish, he's pop out of the cake (sans clothing).
Sigh, I'm all aflutter.
Cillian Murphy
I saw him in Batman Begins, remembered him from 28 Days Later and now he's in a new movie, Red Eye. What a beautiful boy. If I had my birthday wish, he's pop out of the cake (sans clothing).
Sigh, I'm all aflutter.
Join the political party of the future: the BFG!
Enroll today in Canada's future, the BFG! Bigots For God promises to return this country to its Christian roots, the nitty gritty that made this country great! Pull up those grass roots and plant them firmly in the gaping maw of the infidel!
Well, well, well... I wrote a lovely sarcastic and satirical paragraph on what I thought would be a nice mock platform for my imaginary party. I reread it and decided it was a bit too nasty, even for an imaginary party, so I deleted it. What popped into my head was, "Yeesh, this lot really does get under my skin."
The lot I'm referring to is the CHP (Christian Heritage Party) who inspired my diatribe that has since been deleted. But I see a sign every so often for their party and I get annoyed... every Christian religion I am familiar with has in its primary tenets, Jesus taught that love was the most important thing... love god, love your neighbor, love yourself. Does it really have to be more difficult than that? Is it really that important to take, letter for letter, word for word, a document that has been around for thousands of years, translated and re-translated, re-edited and re-written by hundreds and hundreds of people, and wave it in the face of everyone that doesn't follow the same paragraph and subset of words that you do? Blargh.
I was raised Christian, I'm a baptized and confirmed Catholic that goes to church on a semi-regular basis and I believe in an undefinable and incomprehensible greater power in the universe that on some days I refer to as God. I'm quite happy with the idea that Jesus walked on the earth, was a pretty cool guy and told people that they can be better than they are and that love is a good thing. I'm also a fag, an evolutionist, an inter-religious believer, a believer that both plants and animals are just as important as humans (if not more) and I'm convinced I'm immortal. A slightly paradoxical situation, but not enough to hang myself over. Or, more importantly, hang someone else.
Each and every day I run into people whose views differ from mine... some of them even piss me off enough to write stuff down. But at the end of the day I don't hate them, I don't tell them they are wrong and that I am right, I don't go out of my way to plan on how I should change the world so that it fits my vision to the exclusion of anyone's that disagrees with me...
The funny thing about the ideology of the CHP is that our country's population is constantly growing. And it's not growing with Christians, it's growing with faiths and religions from other countries. The true basis and backbone of our country is its multi-culturalism; it's what makes us special, it's what makes us strong. One hundred years ago when the first roads were cut through the forests joining the huge land mass we call Canada with trains and wagons and automobiles, there was a bigger Christian population. Not so anymore, so trying to say Christian ideology is the way to go when your audience is a mish mash of many religions and differing ways of thought is ludicrous.
Fundamentalists. They are a pet peeve. It seems like I'm picking on Christian fundamentalists, and they do seem to shine in Canada, but fundamentalists can come in any shape, colour or flavour... there are queer fundamentalists, science fundamentalists, cooking fundamentalists... etc etc etc... the term fundamentalist is traditionally used for the crazy radical religious groups, but fuck that! There's lots of other fundamentalist groups that should get the same crazy radical stigma stamped on them too. And they all get under my skin.
Live and let live, people. Intolerance is injustice.
My last thought is that we tolerant people should round up all the fundamentalists in the world and ship them to Moon Base Alpha, where they can happily fundamentalize each other into oblivion and leave the rest of us in peace. The sad part is, it would never happen, because the tolerant people generally leave the others alone. :)
Well, well, well... I wrote a lovely sarcastic and satirical paragraph on what I thought would be a nice mock platform for my imaginary party. I reread it and decided it was a bit too nasty, even for an imaginary party, so I deleted it. What popped into my head was, "Yeesh, this lot really does get under my skin."
The lot I'm referring to is the CHP (Christian Heritage Party) who inspired my diatribe that has since been deleted. But I see a sign every so often for their party and I get annoyed... every Christian religion I am familiar with has in its primary tenets, Jesus taught that love was the most important thing... love god, love your neighbor, love yourself. Does it really have to be more difficult than that? Is it really that important to take, letter for letter, word for word, a document that has been around for thousands of years, translated and re-translated, re-edited and re-written by hundreds and hundreds of people, and wave it in the face of everyone that doesn't follow the same paragraph and subset of words that you do? Blargh.
I was raised Christian, I'm a baptized and confirmed Catholic that goes to church on a semi-regular basis and I believe in an undefinable and incomprehensible greater power in the universe that on some days I refer to as God. I'm quite happy with the idea that Jesus walked on the earth, was a pretty cool guy and told people that they can be better than they are and that love is a good thing. I'm also a fag, an evolutionist, an inter-religious believer, a believer that both plants and animals are just as important as humans (if not more) and I'm convinced I'm immortal. A slightly paradoxical situation, but not enough to hang myself over. Or, more importantly, hang someone else.
Each and every day I run into people whose views differ from mine... some of them even piss me off enough to write stuff down. But at the end of the day I don't hate them, I don't tell them they are wrong and that I am right, I don't go out of my way to plan on how I should change the world so that it fits my vision to the exclusion of anyone's that disagrees with me...
The funny thing about the ideology of the CHP is that our country's population is constantly growing. And it's not growing with Christians, it's growing with faiths and religions from other countries. The true basis and backbone of our country is its multi-culturalism; it's what makes us special, it's what makes us strong. One hundred years ago when the first roads were cut through the forests joining the huge land mass we call Canada with trains and wagons and automobiles, there was a bigger Christian population. Not so anymore, so trying to say Christian ideology is the way to go when your audience is a mish mash of many religions and differing ways of thought is ludicrous.
Fundamentalists. They are a pet peeve. It seems like I'm picking on Christian fundamentalists, and they do seem to shine in Canada, but fundamentalists can come in any shape, colour or flavour... there are queer fundamentalists, science fundamentalists, cooking fundamentalists... etc etc etc... the term fundamentalist is traditionally used for the crazy radical religious groups, but fuck that! There's lots of other fundamentalist groups that should get the same crazy radical stigma stamped on them too. And they all get under my skin.
Live and let live, people. Intolerance is injustice.
My last thought is that we tolerant people should round up all the fundamentalists in the world and ship them to Moon Base Alpha, where they can happily fundamentalize each other into oblivion and leave the rest of us in peace. The sad part is, it would never happen, because the tolerant people generally leave the others alone. :)
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
realize
some common definitions of the word realize:
- To comprehend completely or correctly.
- To bring into reality; make real: He finally realized his lifelong ambition to learn how to play the violin.
- To make realistic: a film that realizes court life of the 17th century.
- To obtain or achieve, as gain or profit: She realized a substantial return on the investment.
- To bring in (a sum) as profit by sale.
i like to combine the first two definitions to get:
realize: to understand by making something real
how do we realize things in our life... like dreams, ambitions, love, friendship, environment (non-tactile)... and how do we realize god, how do we make god real, how do we comprehend god, something that is, by definition, undefinable.
now that is a great paradox.
- To comprehend completely or correctly.
- To bring into reality; make real: He finally realized his lifelong ambition to learn how to play the violin.
- To make realistic: a film that realizes court life of the 17th century.
- To obtain or achieve, as gain or profit: She realized a substantial return on the investment.
- To bring in (a sum) as profit by sale.
i like to combine the first two definitions to get:
realize: to understand by making something real
how do we realize things in our life... like dreams, ambitions, love, friendship, environment (non-tactile)... and how do we realize god, how do we make god real, how do we comprehend god, something that is, by definition, undefinable.
now that is a great paradox.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
that grass is awful long, you crazy fucking tart
I surrender to the whims of the crazy people I live with every day.
I had to do training in Great Village today, it's off the beaten track by a little bit... quaint but backroadsyishtick. In order to get where I was going, I had to take a detour down a road with a few houses along it.
As I drove up the road, I had to slow down to let a lady and her lawnmower move over. She was mowing the road. I stopped and waited as she mowed the road. This was freshly paved ashphalt she was mowing. I was perplexed.
I looked a little closer and I guess she had mowed the roadside, but had the mower output pointed at the road, so all the grass clippings were on the new ashphalt. So what she did was mow the road, effectively blowing all the clippings back off onto the side.
I guess it was clever, but I think she was slightly touched. Wierd shit goes out of its way to get in my path.
Not that I don't enjoy every minute of it. :)
I had to do training in Great Village today, it's off the beaten track by a little bit... quaint but backroadsyishtick. In order to get where I was going, I had to take a detour down a road with a few houses along it.
As I drove up the road, I had to slow down to let a lady and her lawnmower move over. She was mowing the road. I stopped and waited as she mowed the road. This was freshly paved ashphalt she was mowing. I was perplexed.
I looked a little closer and I guess she had mowed the roadside, but had the mower output pointed at the road, so all the grass clippings were on the new ashphalt. So what she did was mow the road, effectively blowing all the clippings back off onto the side.
I guess it was clever, but I think she was slightly touched. Wierd shit goes out of its way to get in my path.
Not that I don't enjoy every minute of it. :)
Thursday, August 04, 2005
"Call the kids? WTF?"
I was working in Amherst yesterday. It's a nice highway drive of about two and a half hours and yesterday we had beautiful weather. I put the windows down, hit the gas and flew there enjoying the entire drive. It's days like that you just have to go fast.
I had finished my training session and was walking down the street to my car, when I saw someone putting a note under my wiper. Automatically I assumed someone had bumped my car, so I had mixed emotions of annoyance (ie. "fuck, someone bumped my car") and apathy (ie. "fuck, the things a heap of shit and can't be hurt, who cares as long as its still drivable"). I was still two blocks away as she put the note under the window and walked away. Apathy won and I walked up and read the note rather than trying to get her attention. The note was this:
As I read "call the kids" I had more mixed emotions of shock (ie. "kids? no fuckin' way...") and disbelief (ie. "how drunk/stoned was I when this happened"). Since I was expecting something about bumping the car this threw me for a loop for about half a second. Then reality checked itself and I rationalized: I don't know a Chantelle from Amherst, I've never seen her before in my life, and I'm almost positive I've never slept with her. At that point I laughed my ass off.
So I hopped in the car and as I pulled away, I saw the girl walking down the street in my direction. I was in traffic and as I passed by she gave me a blank, slack-jawed stare and as I pulled away she blurted out, "Wrong car!"
Wrong car? You don't say. I smiled and waved as I drove away.
Chalk another on up on the bizarre adventures in rural Nova Scotia list for me.
I had finished my training session and was walking down the street to my car, when I saw someone putting a note under my wiper. Automatically I assumed someone had bumped my car, so I had mixed emotions of annoyance (ie. "fuck, someone bumped my car") and apathy (ie. "fuck, the things a heap of shit and can't be hurt, who cares as long as its still drivable"). I was still two blocks away as she put the note under the window and walked away. Apathy won and I walked up and read the note rather than trying to get her attention. The note was this:
As I read "call the kids" I had more mixed emotions of shock (ie. "kids? no fuckin' way...") and disbelief (ie. "how drunk/stoned was I when this happened"). Since I was expecting something about bumping the car this threw me for a loop for about half a second. Then reality checked itself and I rationalized: I don't know a Chantelle from Amherst, I've never seen her before in my life, and I'm almost positive I've never slept with her. At that point I laughed my ass off.
So I hopped in the car and as I pulled away, I saw the girl walking down the street in my direction. I was in traffic and as I passed by she gave me a blank, slack-jawed stare and as I pulled away she blurted out, "Wrong car!"
Wrong car? You don't say. I smiled and waved as I drove away.
Chalk another on up on the bizarre adventures in rural Nova Scotia list for me.
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