Notes on Men-men
Men-men is my youngest's imaginary friend. At first I thought it was totally adorable, but Cassidy is far too clever a child to have an imaginary friend. I don't mean to say imaginary friends are a bad thing for a child, but in this case, where Men-men is responsible for her not eating her fruits and veggies, leaving large messes all over the house and forcing her to say things like "Peas taste like shit", one has to think Men-men's life on this earth may be coming to an abrupt halt.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, December 03, 2007
Le School
Just finished a big research essay on Liberia and "conflict" resources. What an eye-opener and how utterly depressing. What freaked me out is that people actually believe that if we didn't have a shithole in the world to plunder our lives would be way less cushy. Stupid humans. I thought that gun runners like Victor Bout would be more responsible for the problems, but it is foreign policy thats really messing things up. Even the UN used a known arms dealer for transportation as did humanitarian aids. The whole concept of "relief aid" is crap too. It is set up to appear to help, but in reality it is still designed to keep countries dependent. Most of that aid goes into infrastructure so multinationals can access resources. And yes, a lot of the governments are corrupt, but who helped these people get into power in the 1st place. Give a person just enough money to throw the country into civil war and any "help" you give goes a long way into filling the lining of your pockets with diamonds. If I ever become a very rich man I will set up a private militia to wipe out the evil empire in Africa.
Just finished a big research essay on Liberia and "conflict" resources. What an eye-opener and how utterly depressing. What freaked me out is that people actually believe that if we didn't have a shithole in the world to plunder our lives would be way less cushy. Stupid humans. I thought that gun runners like Victor Bout would be more responsible for the problems, but it is foreign policy thats really messing things up. Even the UN used a known arms dealer for transportation as did humanitarian aids. The whole concept of "relief aid" is crap too. It is set up to appear to help, but in reality it is still designed to keep countries dependent. Most of that aid goes into infrastructure so multinationals can access resources. And yes, a lot of the governments are corrupt, but who helped these people get into power in the 1st place. Give a person just enough money to throw the country into civil war and any "help" you give goes a long way into filling the lining of your pockets with diamonds. If I ever become a very rich man I will set up a private militia to wipe out the evil empire in Africa.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
A Wisp of Willow
Met my niece in person yesterday which totally rocks. Holding a newborn in your arms brings back so many memories. The next best part of meeting Willow is talking with my sis about the awesome power of creating life. Its an exclusive club this baby making and you can try to explain to a non-parent what the deal is, but they can't grasp it beyond a concept. When you talk to another parent about birth there is a connection and a knowing and you get the full effect of "holy shit we made this".
Met my niece in person yesterday which totally rocks. Holding a newborn in your arms brings back so many memories. The next best part of meeting Willow is talking with my sis about the awesome power of creating life. Its an exclusive club this baby making and you can try to explain to a non-parent what the deal is, but they can't grasp it beyond a concept. When you talk to another parent about birth there is a connection and a knowing and you get the full effect of "holy shit we made this".
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Mr Prime Minister
Recently I had to take part in an "re-enactment" of the 1968 French demonstrations that nearly saw the government of France toppled. It almost worked, but when crunch time came the protesters missed their moment with no clear plan of what to do next. I got to play Prime Minister Pompidou and scored one of the highest marks in the class. When asked how I accomplished such a high grade I answered "Easy. I said everything everyone wanted to hear without promising anything."
Recently I had to take part in an "re-enactment" of the 1968 French demonstrations that nearly saw the government of France toppled. It almost worked, but when crunch time came the protesters missed their moment with no clear plan of what to do next. I got to play Prime Minister Pompidou and scored one of the highest marks in the class. When asked how I accomplished such a high grade I answered "Easy. I said everything everyone wanted to hear without promising anything."
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Back....Maybe...Who Know
I have forgotten about my blog as some have noticed. And to those who have not noticed, you aren't reading my blog anyways and therefore not reading this now, so there is no point in addressing you further. You can always count on me to throw something nonsensical into the mix. I digress. School has pretty much taken over that other part of life not inhabited by family and my Eve addiction. I am full time at Laurier now and the workload is pretty heavy. It is a very depressing study that I find myself taking part in. The world is amazingly insane beyond that thin veil of ideology the majority of populations cling to. Maybe I should have gotten a trade after all, so I could have just gotten a good job and could have ignored the world around me or at least contained it a bit better. I miss being ignorant.
I have forgotten about my blog as some have noticed. And to those who have not noticed, you aren't reading my blog anyways and therefore not reading this now, so there is no point in addressing you further. You can always count on me to throw something nonsensical into the mix. I digress. School has pretty much taken over that other part of life not inhabited by family and my Eve addiction. I am full time at Laurier now and the workload is pretty heavy. It is a very depressing study that I find myself taking part in. The world is amazingly insane beyond that thin veil of ideology the majority of populations cling to. Maybe I should have gotten a trade after all, so I could have just gotten a good job and could have ignored the world around me or at least contained it a bit better. I miss being ignorant.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
When My Especial Lady Gets Tired
Theo: I just watched a new episode of *insert home decor show name here* and it was amazing. They did this kitchen up so nice. I want to get a kitchen in my window like on the show.
Braids: A kitchen in the window huh.
Theo: Ya and the bedrooms. when they redid those they looked so much more facious.
Braids: Oh more facious. Very nice.
Theo: Ya and what a deal the people got on their new home. They got the song for a house.
Braids: Wow the song for a house with facious bedrooms and a kitchen in the window. Sounds like a great deal.
Theo: Oh it totally was a great deal. *Pause and then turns beet red* You goof.
Theo: I just watched a new episode of *insert home decor show name here* and it was amazing. They did this kitchen up so nice. I want to get a kitchen in my window like on the show.
Braids: A kitchen in the window huh.
Theo: Ya and the bedrooms. when they redid those they looked so much more facious.
Braids: Oh more facious. Very nice.
Theo: Ya and what a deal the people got on their new home. They got the song for a house.
Braids: Wow the song for a house with facious bedrooms and a kitchen in the window. Sounds like a great deal.
Theo: Oh it totally was a great deal. *Pause and then turns beet red* You goof.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
When I grow up...
Braids: Eat your carrots, hon.
Cassidy: Ok daddy I eat my carrots so I grow big like mommy?
Braids: Yes.
Cassidy: *cupping motion on chest* And I will grow breasts?
Braids: Yea sure.
Cassidy: Yea, I grow breasts like mommy and wear boulder shoulder holders.
*Mrs. Braids turns beat red*
Braids: Maybe not as big as mommy, kid. But, eat those carrots for sure if you want any chance at those puppies.
Braids: Eat your carrots, hon.
Cassidy: Ok daddy I eat my carrots so I grow big like mommy?
Braids: Yes.
Cassidy: *cupping motion on chest* And I will grow breasts?
Braids: Yea sure.
Cassidy: Yea, I grow breasts like mommy and wear boulder shoulder holders.
*Mrs. Braids turns beat red*
Braids: Maybe not as big as mommy, kid. But, eat those carrots for sure if you want any chance at those puppies.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Oh no. Oh no no no.
Some friends from Toronto visited us recently and stayed 3 days fully enjoying themselves. When it came time to leave I drove our friend and her 5 yr old daughter to Hamilton to catch the GO train back to Toronto. As we neared the GO Centre in Downtown Hamilton we were treated to a grown man deficating on the sidewalk. You might think this is too gross a thing to post on the blog, but it wasn't the act that our dear friend and I were upset about. It was that our society completely underfunds mental health which this poor soul truly needed. Can anyone make a case for our health system in this instance? Go a little unbalanced temporarily and you never live it down. Be a little unbalanced for life and be mostly ignored.
Some friends from Toronto visited us recently and stayed 3 days fully enjoying themselves. When it came time to leave I drove our friend and her 5 yr old daughter to Hamilton to catch the GO train back to Toronto. As we neared the GO Centre in Downtown Hamilton we were treated to a grown man deficating on the sidewalk. You might think this is too gross a thing to post on the blog, but it wasn't the act that our dear friend and I were upset about. It was that our society completely underfunds mental health which this poor soul truly needed. Can anyone make a case for our health system in this instance? Go a little unbalanced temporarily and you never live it down. Be a little unbalanced for life and be mostly ignored.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
My Scholastic Clusterfuck Experience
I deleted the long version because nobody would read it. I know I wouldn't if I weren't me. Long story short: I got rejected, felt very upset, called to question decision, all spots filled, I demand appeal, no appeal allowed as spots are full, I demand to know why I was not accepted, application is checked and am told incomplete, I say it was complete, they say no, I say yes and prove it, they say uh oh I will give this to my manager, 3 days later I am told I have been accepted (But I thought all the spots were full) and they are accepting all my transfer credits. That's it. A happy ending for us all.
I deleted the long version because nobody would read it. I know I wouldn't if I weren't me. Long story short: I got rejected, felt very upset, called to question decision, all spots filled, I demand appeal, no appeal allowed as spots are full, I demand to know why I was not accepted, application is checked and am told incomplete, I say it was complete, they say no, I say yes and prove it, they say uh oh I will give this to my manager, 3 days later I am told I have been accepted (But I thought all the spots were full) and they are accepting all my transfer credits. That's it. A happy ending for us all.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Paradise Lost?
Where I live is an eden. I have little cottontail bunnies roaming around. Squirrels hopping over my feet as I rest on a chair near the pool. Robins who just left the nest on our deck a month ago chirping on our fence. Grackles grabbing drinks of water from our pool when it is unattended. And that my friends is the beautiful fantasy. The reality? Cottontails are eating our garden. Squirrels run around on our roof and make all kinds of racket. Robins who like to chirp at your window just before dawn. Grackles who crap in your pool. I tend to lean towards the reality most times.
Where I live is an eden. I have little cottontail bunnies roaming around. Squirrels hopping over my feet as I rest on a chair near the pool. Robins who just left the nest on our deck a month ago chirping on our fence. Grackles grabbing drinks of water from our pool when it is unattended. And that my friends is the beautiful fantasy. The reality? Cottontails are eating our garden. Squirrels run around on our roof and make all kinds of racket. Robins who like to chirp at your window just before dawn. Grackles who crap in your pool. I tend to lean towards the reality most times.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Fare Thee Well, Charles
Charles Nelson Riley passed away last Friday at the age of 76. I grew up watching him on tv Saturday mornings on the kids show H. R. Puff 'N Stuff. With his openly gay persona he was years ahead of his time and most likely his career suffered due to this. Over the top sporting big glasses and ascots he was never without a double-entendres for his audience.
Charles Nelson Riley passed away last Friday at the age of 76. I grew up watching him on tv Saturday mornings on the kids show H. R. Puff 'N Stuff. With his openly gay persona he was years ahead of his time and most likely his career suffered due to this. Over the top sporting big glasses and ascots he was never without a double-entendres for his audience.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Geriatrich Wisdom
See, we are having company over this long weekend. Mother-in-law, brother-in-law with his girlfriend and the dogs. Seeing as how my wife's family isn't all that enamoured with me anyways, I thought this would be a good time to build that addition to the fence. I am picking up my building supplies shortly and should be busy most of the weekend and my wife won't say a thing because she's getting her fence extended. As I get older I begin to understand why men love their workshops and garages. Believe me it has nothing to do with any actual work. We much prefer playing with our toys and being as lazy as possible. Still, sometimes work can be a salvation.
See, we are having company over this long weekend. Mother-in-law, brother-in-law with his girlfriend and the dogs. Seeing as how my wife's family isn't all that enamoured with me anyways, I thought this would be a good time to build that addition to the fence. I am picking up my building supplies shortly and should be busy most of the weekend and my wife won't say a thing because she's getting her fence extended. As I get older I begin to understand why men love their workshops and garages. Believe me it has nothing to do with any actual work. We much prefer playing with our toys and being as lazy as possible. Still, sometimes work can be a salvation.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Troubled Youth
My wife, being a teacher, keeps me in the loop about the goings-on of today's youth. Yesterday she told me about a teen boy who was found in his garage dead hanging from a noose. It was first thought to be a suicide, but it cam to light that this boy and his friends often played "pass-out". Not the drinking game I played in my youth. No no. This game consists of cutting off airflow until the person passes out. So, they think this boy was just playing pass-out alone. Maybe he thought he could cut himself down before he passed out. Who knows? A teacher friend from Toronto calls this sort of thing "culling the heard". I can't argue with his cruel outlook. I can only feel for the kids family and wonder at the need to play such games. Another anecdote was that it has become quite common for girls to give oral pleasure to guys in groups of kids. Grade 8, 7, high school. It's seen as no big deal apparently. Just getting high and letting off steam. Relieving the boredom. I often see parents pointing fingers at teachers and blaming them for all matter of things, but little accountability on their side when it comes to raising their children. I understand the days of having a parent at home full-time is not as viable in today's world, but even so you have to take an interest in what your kids are doing. Where they are going. Who they are playing with. Also, you have to look at media and how they bombard kids with negative messages from appearance to attitude to life choices. They are selling sex to pre-teens and getting away with it. Unfathomable. Seems everybody just passes the buck on these issues. Little to no accountability seems to be the rule of the times. Wow.
My wife, being a teacher, keeps me in the loop about the goings-on of today's youth. Yesterday she told me about a teen boy who was found in his garage dead hanging from a noose. It was first thought to be a suicide, but it cam to light that this boy and his friends often played "pass-out". Not the drinking game I played in my youth. No no. This game consists of cutting off airflow until the person passes out. So, they think this boy was just playing pass-out alone. Maybe he thought he could cut himself down before he passed out. Who knows? A teacher friend from Toronto calls this sort of thing "culling the heard". I can't argue with his cruel outlook. I can only feel for the kids family and wonder at the need to play such games. Another anecdote was that it has become quite common for girls to give oral pleasure to guys in groups of kids. Grade 8, 7, high school. It's seen as no big deal apparently. Just getting high and letting off steam. Relieving the boredom. I often see parents pointing fingers at teachers and blaming them for all matter of things, but little accountability on their side when it comes to raising their children. I understand the days of having a parent at home full-time is not as viable in today's world, but even so you have to take an interest in what your kids are doing. Where they are going. Who they are playing with. Also, you have to look at media and how they bombard kids with negative messages from appearance to attitude to life choices. They are selling sex to pre-teens and getting away with it. Unfathomable. Seems everybody just passes the buck on these issues. Little to no accountability seems to be the rule of the times. Wow.
Monday, April 30, 2007
A Bligh Upon Humanity
I can talk movies all day long. You want to talk contemporary film, I can do that, although my fave era is that of the black and white film. Bogart, Bacall, Hepburn, Tracy. Flynn, Turner, Stewart, O'Hara. Grant, I can go on for a lot longer. I tend to give directors more importance in film over the last 20 years than I do prior whereas I tend to celebrate the celebrities of the b&w picture over today's picture. So, let me celebrate yet another film star of ago, Charles Laughton. Bigger than life, a ham if you will. Overbearing, loud, boiling, somehow convincing. As I sat watching "Witness for the Prosecution" a few nights ago I was amazed at how much Laughton overshadowed the other actors. No easy feat considering the stars were Marlene Dietrich and Tyrone Power. His portrayal of Captain Bligh in "Mutiny on the Bounty" can never be duplicated. He was/is Captain Bligh (sorry Sir Anthony Hopkins). More of a character actor than a leading man, Laughton starred in a variety of genres and never looked out of place in any of them.
I can talk movies all day long. You want to talk contemporary film, I can do that, although my fave era is that of the black and white film. Bogart, Bacall, Hepburn, Tracy. Flynn, Turner, Stewart, O'Hara. Grant, I can go on for a lot longer. I tend to give directors more importance in film over the last 20 years than I do prior whereas I tend to celebrate the celebrities of the b&w picture over today's picture. So, let me celebrate yet another film star of ago, Charles Laughton. Bigger than life, a ham if you will. Overbearing, loud, boiling, somehow convincing. As I sat watching "Witness for the Prosecution" a few nights ago I was amazed at how much Laughton overshadowed the other actors. No easy feat considering the stars were Marlene Dietrich and Tyrone Power. His portrayal of Captain Bligh in "Mutiny on the Bounty" can never be duplicated. He was/is Captain Bligh (sorry Sir Anthony Hopkins). More of a character actor than a leading man, Laughton starred in a variety of genres and never looked out of place in any of them.
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