(lygenztia *234) Leafs.....here we go again. Ugh....

There are a few things that the Toronto faithful can look forward to this year.


1) The GM will be miserable, condescending and look to the media and fans like we are idiots that are not deserving of his time.

2) The Coach will be miserable, condescending and look to the media and fans like we are idiots that are not deserving of his time.

3) The Toronto press will grossly over-rate Toronto’s “top players”. Our “top players” are 2nd and 3rd liners on the NHL’s competitive, well built teams.

4) The Leafs will not make the playoffs for what feels like the 8000th year in a row.

5) The Leafs will remain “cup-less” since 1967. (to put that into perspective, 1967 was the year that Charlie Chaplin made his last movie, The “doors” released their first album, the body of U.S. President John F. Kennedy was moved to a permanent burial place at the Arlington National Cemetery, Martin Luther King, Jr. denounced the Vietnam War during a religious service in New York City, Muhammad Ali refused military service…and the entire player roster of the Toronto Maple Leafs had not been born yet.)

6) The Leafs will win 2 games in a row and the fans will be calling talk radio to promise the Leafs will win the Stanley Cup.

7) The Leafs will lose 2 games in a row and the very same fans will be calling talk radio to promise the Leafs will not make the playoffs.

Go ahead and try to prove me wrong. The real shame about it is, nobody cares. Leafs fans have gotten so used to losing that they accept it.

I am not that bright and I don’t know why they suck so bad, nor do I know what the solution is. However they do have a large staff that gets paid millions of dollars to get results and make the team better. They should be much smarter than me and be able to right this sinking (sunken) ship.

Fortunately, Leafs management will continue to remind me of that fact each and every time they speak to the media.

(lygenztia *233) Some helpful hints….

If you want to make absolutely certain that no-one will ever take/return your phone calls, never respond to your emails and text messages, then just simply follow these helpful hints.


1) Complain constantly when you are speaking/emailing someone. (Everybody just loves that uplifting experience.)

2) Pose mind numbingly complicated problems to people everytime you are speaking/emailing them. (Nothing a person wants to hear more than that)

3) Tell everyone you know the government, your boss, your sister, your neighbour, etc. etc. etc. are always out to get you. (Yep persecution complexes are what people really are into)

4) Talk badly about every single person you know or have had contact with since you were 9. (Because nobody suspects once they are done talking to you, you become the next person to be spoken badly about...nah, couldn't happen)

5) Tell them about how busy you are at work and how you wish you got more money for your job. (Because nobody else ever feels that way)

6) Refuse to do anything fun, spontaneous or different with people. (Yup, boring old routine is good for stress)

7) Decline the invitation for a drink. (Yes, much rather go home and wallow in worry and problems)

8) Interrupt pepole constantly when they talk. (This is a gauranteed method of avoiding future conversations with people)


So, if your social calendar is too full just follow those 8 steps.
Just so you know, following 2 or 3 steps will yield some results.


Follow all 8 and it's a lock that you will have all the free time you've ever dreamed of having.

(lygenztia *232) But how will I look for my fans???

Why does every outdoor activity now have to come with a professional calibre “outfit”? I’ve started doing a lot of kayaking and biking and I see the funniest things. When I kayak, I wear shorts, wetshoes, a shirt and a lifejacket. If I feel “fancy” that day, I wear a hat.


When I ride my bicycle, I wear shorts, shoes a shirt and a helmet. If I am going for a “distance”, I take my knapsack and throw a water bottle in it. I got my knapsack at a yard sale. It doesn’t match anything.

One of my neighbours recently started “mountain biking” as he puts it…in a very manly way. (which is odd, because the closest mountains are in another province) His outfit cost him more than the bike did. Fancy shorts, flashy shirt, hydrating backpack, goofy shoes, weird helmet and gloves. And EVERYTHING in the outfit matches, because that is important. ( I guess???)

He looks like he’s going out to tackle the Himalyan mountains. But he rides to the ravine and back. And that oh so rough ravine trail is actually paved and is smoother than the crack filled sidewalk. I don’t have the heart to tell him that he looks ridiculous.

Same for kayaking. Where I mostly go, the water is about 1-2 feet deep. I still wear a life jacket…..but all in all, pretty tame, peaceful and serene stuff. Which is what I enjoy about kayaking. This one guy that uses the same creek has an ocean going kayak with the accompanying outfit and gear that would make a cross ocean sailor jealous. Like dude, what do you think is going to happen? Are you going to get lost in the vast expanse between the 401 highway, the local park and the adjacent subdivision? Gonna get overtaken by 7 foot waves in a creek that is 9 feet wide and a foot deep? Gonna sink your boat and have to set up your survival gear because you are a half a kilometer from “civilization”?

Give me break….you look like a goof.

What’s next? Matching sport thongs?

(lygenztia *231) A momentary lapse in reading….

Was reading a book on the train a little while ago and an older gentleman sitting beside me was trying in the worst way to start a conversation. I was polite enough, but made it obvious I was really enjoying my book, without being rude. He persisted, so I relented and listened to him talk, pretending to be interested.


He started talking about the “Ex” (CNE) and how he couldn’t wait to go this year. Seemed odd to me, as he wasn’t exactly what you would call a youngster. He talked about the good times he had there years ago, with a glint in his eye. He complained about the food building. “ya know….it sure as hell ain’t what it used to be…”. I nodded as if I understood, but really didn’t.

Then he started to tell me about how he was really looking forward to taking his grand-daughters to the Ex this year. He smiled and told me all the stuff they were going to do…but he had an odd, serene look as he told me about the “plans”.

The train was coming to his stop and he got up for the door. Still talking about the Ex, he mentioned casually “ya, this will probably be my last one”.

I said “Oh really? Grand-daughters growing up and getting too cool to go with Grandpa?”

Then he said words I will never forget…..”no son…… I’m dying”. With that, the doors opened, he looked at me and said “good night” and then got off the train.

Haven’t seen him since…but do I hope he had the time of his life this year at the Ex.

(lygenztia *230) I wear my sunglasses at night.........

What’s up with these indoor sunglass wearing nitwits? We went back to school shopping (which is a whole other blog) and I couldn’t help but notice how many of these fools were traversing the mall aisles.


Wearing sunglasses inside? So, that’s the new “in thing”? Am I that far out of the loop? I can’t tell you how many of these pretentious, self absorbed fools that I saw. Wow, I guess those mall lights can really hurt your eyes. Are they trying to re-live the movie “Grease” or do they want to look like Corey Hart in the "sunglasses at night" music video? Is that it?

These guys looked absolutely ridiculous. Greasy, silly and just plain foolish. OK, you get a pass if you’re just running in to get a drink or use the bank machine. But when you “wear” them indoors while shopping you look like a goof.

(lygenztia *229) A small percentage of people......

Why are we so fascinated with percentages? Everybody knows that 84% of the people that cite percentages are only making them up. People do this all the time at social gatherings and places of general congregation. 77% of the time if you ask them the source of their "scientific" percentage, they can't tell you.

Why can't they tell you? Because they made that crap up, that's why.


50% of all people think percentages are valid. (Well, but only 53% of the time.) I like 80% of my relatives, except at weddings and funerals, when it inceases (or sometimes drops) to 94%.

21% of pro sports teams participate in yoga or pilates. Of those that do, 57% of the athletes say it was a factor. The other 43% say it wasn't. So, if the team wins 66% of the time then yoga or pilates helped 31% of the time. Or is it the other way around?

Statistics and surveys show that 61% of all people can think for themselves and do not need to follow the other 38%. (1% refused to answer) 98% of people are capable of independent thought and their own opinions aren't swayed by others 77% of the time.

Anyway, what's really in a number? A percentage is the same as a part. And the part makes up the whole, but doesn't always define it.

And as always, I am 100% correct.

(lygenztia *228) Looks like "el toro" went postal......

Hmmmm….so 40 spectators were injured recently when a bull jumped into the crowd in a rage at a bullfight in northern Spain.

Tsk tsk, how awful. Well maybe not quite. If you want to go watch bloodsport, then so be it. I have my own opinions of “bullfighting” and the sickening, senseless display of brutality.

But, don’t try to cry me a river when the bull actually manages to exact some revenge from the screaming throng of bloodthirsty fans. You paid your money, you took your chances. Yep, “el toro” got a few licks in of his own before going down from the matador’s sword and the lancer’s pierce.

Good for him.

http://www.thestar.com/videozone/849722--bull-charges-spectators

(lygenztia *227) Mosquitoes must die (NOW)

OK, at what point are these bloodsucking little bastards gone? As I sit outside at the end of another beautiful August evening, I am being devoured (AGAIN) by these annoying little bastards.


I have not been able to sit outside one evening this summer without being attacked by these rotten little #+*:**'s.

This summer was impossible to enjoy an evening in the backyard, the little buggers were that thick.

I wish all mosquitoes a slow and drawn out demise. (Which coincidentally I also wish for the summer.)

I guess the good with the bad. With the summer, comes the mosquitoes. But I really wish they would screw off, at least for August anyway.

(lygenztia *226) Poop-oop-pee-doop....

Ever borrow someone's cell phone? Well maybe think twice next time before asking. I'm just saying....


It kinda came to me the last time I was texting on the toilet. I'm thinking, if I do this, for sure most other cell phone users do too.

And you cant wash your hands while you're in the stall holding onto your phone, can you now? Which means by default, some fungi is making its way to that little phone. And, most likely, that fungi is hanging around a good little while on that phone, isn't it?

Because really, who washes their cell phone? Aside from germaphobes? Probably nobody.

So….the way some of our beaches are declared as “unsafe” for swimming, maybe cell phones should be declared “unsafe” for sharing.

And by the way, does the 5 second rule count for borrowed cell phones?

(lygenztia *225) A Tiger by the tail?

Is anyone else as sick of Tiger Woods as I am? I enjoy golf, but I can hardly to stand to watch or follow it anymore. No matter where Woods is (or is not) on the leader board, he is all that the announcers talk about.


If he is shooting horribly, they follow his every shot. If he is shooting well (which is increasingly uncommon) they follow his every shot. It must be so frustrating for the other pro golfers. It just seems like every time they do something deserving of attention or make a great shot, one of the announcers will somehow tie it back to Tiger Woods.

I guess that is what the golf fans want, but damn it is getting tiring. If I want to watch a damn soap opera, I’ll change the channel, but the last time I checked golf on TV was supposed to be about “golf”. It has become “Days of our Lives” mixed with pro golf….....

Will it ever end?

(lygenztia *223) Avon catalogues are cool, but.....

Really, is there anything better in the local paper than the Canadian Tire flyer? I love it. It is the male equivalent of the Avon catalogue. When the Canadian Tire flyer comes with the paper, it’s the first thing I look at. How can’t you? It’s got everything a man could want.

The funny thing is, most weeks it’s more or less the same stuff. (except the seasonal items…..and they are always beauty stuff) Maybe there is some security in the predictability…..who knows?

I’ve tried looking at the flyer on-line. Sorry, it’s just not the same. Gotta have it in my hands, feel the pages and smell the ink. It’s pacifying in a strange way. Like Greenwich standard time, it keeps the male earth on an even axis.

I think everyone should read the Canadian Tire flyer. Just don’t ask to borrow my flyer or my Canadian Tire “money”. Some things, a guy just can’t share.

(lygenztia *222) Ashley, Ashley, Ashley..what were you thinking?

How sad is this whole Ashley Kirilow debacle? The girl is obviously messed up. She messed up, BIG TIME, and she will pay for it (in more ways than one) for years to come. Society’s generosity, compassion and charity have been abused and taken advantage of.


That’s when society really gets pissed off.

But what is one of the saddest parts? Her parents have “disowned” her. This girl hasn’t got one single person left in the world and her parents have turned their back on her. I am not saying they should be defending her and I’m not saying they should be judged either…but she is their daughter. Their “little girl”.

She obviously has some serious issues going on in her head.

C’mon mom and dad, Ashley is about to pay the piper. The scorn and derision she is suffering and will continue to suffer for years to come is going to be punishment o’plenty.

You don’t have to make excuses for her. You don’t have to agree with her or defend her. Be angry at her. But for goodness sakes, show her some love.

(lygenztia *221) Choices, choices...i'll have extra blue cheese for my buffalo wings.

Oh goodie! The NFL will be playing in Toronto. I absolutely love the NFL, but bringing it to Toronto will be about as much fun as going to your mother-in-law’s during Stanley Cup game 7 to help her pick paint colours for her living room.


Why?

1) NO tailgate parties. Well, they have a “tailgate party” in Toronto, if you can call it that. About 28 parking spaces, but be careful about barbeques and liquid refreshments. Not allowed, too much fun.
2) Concession costs. Only about a zillion dollars for a drink and a bag of peanuts.
3) Ticket costs. Only about ten zillion dollars to get in. (for one person)
4) NO atmosphere AT ALL. Just the usual stare down and warning from security guards if you start to actually have fun. (plus, they guy beside you will ask to you to “hush” because he is trying to read messages on his cell phone.)
5) You can't buy real buffalo style chicken wings in Toronto.

So, you can take a bus to Buffalo, have a rip roaring great time tailgating, taking in a football game with REAL fans. Or, go to Toronto and relive memories of your kindergarten teacher following you around the whole time reminding you to “be careful”, “don’t eat too much” and “use your inside voice please”.

Did I also mention it’s actually cheaper to take a bus to Buffalo, than it is to see a game in Toronto?

Ya, that’s a real tough choice.

(lygenztia *220) "beans, beans, the magical fruit..."

Do some people have fart ESP? Are there psychic flatulence detectors? Do they exist? I think so.


The other day, I was on the subway platform and really had to “let one go”. Well studies have shown that it is dangerous and unhealthy to hold your farts in, so I figured it was all for the best if I just relaxed and let nature do, what nature does. Better on the windy platform, than on the subway car. (that’s me, always thinking of my fellow man)

It was a long fart, but silent. Totally silent. But here is the weird part.

Just as I was farting, an older person looked right square at me. I was busted! They were upwind from me and probably 20 yards away. How the heck did they know? There was NO WAY they could have heard it and NO WAY they could have smelled it. So, they obviously have fart ESP, or some kind of super fart detection senses.

Kinda like Spiderman.

For more “fart facts” check out this link:
http://www.heptune.com/farts.html

(lygenztia *219) Real peanut butter lovers prefer crunchy

Pretty pumped this morning. I have toast and peanut butter every day for breakfast. But today, my friends, well today was different. Why? Because I had Jif brand crunchy peanut butter, with my toast that’s why.


No cheap, crappy no-name, bargain brand peanut butter for this kid. No sir, I’ve got the real freaking deal……..Jif brand peanut butter.

Found it in the store this morning, didn’t even know you could still get the stuff. Let’s be honest here folks, Jif is only the best peanut butter in the UNIVERSE.

Been under a lot of stress lately, but Jif just made it all better. Sometimes, when you’re under stress it’s the little things that can help open up our body’s pressure release valve.

(lygenztia *218) No way, like you landed it dude...uh, no way!

Why do middle aged men wear skateboard shoes? Is it because they idolize Tony Hawk? Are they actually skateboarders in their spare time?


I go by our local skate park all the time and I don’t see any gown men there “boarding”. I do see young men there, hanging out and performing their little “skateboard tricks”, but that’s another story. I mean, what the hell possesses a 20 something year old to spend his hours doing “skateboard tricks”? Like, are they planning on making a career out of it?

Anyway, I notice a trend where middle age men are wearing these skateboard shoes. So, for the middle age men, I give you the following advice;

Fashion tip # 1-If you wear skateboard shoes, you look like an idiot.
Fashion tip #2-See Fashion tip #1

(repeat)

Please, get some proper shoes and show the rest of the world that you can actually bend over to tie them up. Unless of course you’re trying to avoid bending over, to hide your plumbers crack…

HEY! I think I just figured out why some middle age men wear skateboard shoes….

(lygenztia *217) No wonder Jesus overturned their tables....

Someone hit wrong key? You have got to be kidding me!

One of the biggest stock market crashes in history last week and we are told "it might have been because someone pushed the wrong button" on a trade? Ya, right.

A quick look at my bank statement shows I am no financial wizard, but c'mon.

It's no wonder people are so apathetic and cynical anymore. We get fed constant BS and we're supposed to just say "d'uh..ok" These magical financial wizards that control our investments, pensions, and the future well being of our economy "pushed the wrong button" causing a massive market crash? Yes, how very likely.

Funny how that same "button" never resulted in any pension or investment over payments. So bloody careless with other people's money and futures.

Its disgusting.

(lygentzia *216) Any Hulkamaniacs out there?

Hulk Hogan can wear sleeveless t-shirts, 'cause he's boasting 24 inch pythons. However..........

Its funny when overweight men wear t-shirts that have the sleeves cut out. I used to think it was a comfort issue, but now i'm not so sure.

Maybe, its to show off those "big arms". But, its easy to have big arms when everything else on you is big. (Gut, arse, legs, chins) Its only natural, actually.

So, why do they do it? Is it because they think people will be so overwhelmed with their "big" blubbery, gubbery arms that people wont notice that their gut is 2 weeks ahead of their arse?

Or maybe a distraction? So that people won't notice that their chin(s) has powdered sugar sitting inside the folds?

Listen up "big arm" guys, you may not get recruited for the cover of a fitness magazine, but try some sleeves. At least they'll keep your shoulders from getting sun burned.


Big arm man says to his buddy "-did anyone call a plumber?
Buddy-"no, why?"
Big arm man flexes his arms and says to his buddy-"because these pipes are about to burst!"

(lygenztia *215) I'm just saying....

I have to go through 7 intersections on my way to work that have traffic lights. Every single morning and every single evening, all are “RED”.


Did someone do this to me on purpose? Is it a practical joke by a Municipal Planner that I have never met? Am I part of a clandestine CIA experiment that is testing commuter patience?

I mean, inquiring minds want to know.

It’s not really that frustrating, it really doesn’t bother me. I’m fine with it. Really.

I just want to know why every friggin morning and every friggin evening, every friggin damn light is “RED”.

I’m not angry!


I’m just saying…….

(lygenztia *214) It can be a tough pill to swallow.....

Have you ever noticed that pharmacies and drug stores have a magical half hour preparation time for all prescriptions? It just doesn't seem to matter what you need, it's gonna take "half an hour" to get ready. I think that's absolutely magical.

You drop off your prescription and, you guessed it, that's going to be half an hour. (Oh, and while you're at the drug store, feel free to do some shopping.)

Antibiotics? That'll be half an hour.
Anti-inflammatory's? That'll be half an hour.
Topical ointment? That'll be half an hour.
Class 3 narcotics? Yep, that'll be half an hour.

So, every pill, container and the label maker is exactly laid out in such a way that they all take exactly "half an hour" to prepare?

Guess that kind of preparation is why Pharmacy is a 4 year University program.

(lygenztia # 213) Why do some people bother????

Golf, is a funny thing. All golfers think they are better than they really are. (myself included) I was at the driving range the other day and overheard and watched the funniest thing. This guy beside is me is getting a golf "lesson". Well, at least he paid for a lesson.

The guy spent pretty much the entire lesson arguing with the Instructor. You could see the Instructor had to work hard to keep his cool, it was actually quite entertaining.

The Instructor would try to help him with his stance and the guy would come back with some weird thing he read in a magazine. The Instructor would try to help him with his grip and the guy disputed what he was saying. It went on and on....

I thought to myself, why in the hell did you pay for a lesson? Just to spend an hour arguing with someone? Now there's an hour well spent.

I'm thinking the Instructor thought the same thing.....but at least he got paid to put up with the guy.

(lygenztia # 212) Big brother says.."you all must look"

Like every other Canadian, I have a cell phone. (2 actually, but that's another blog) One thing that has always amused me is the "mass check" and "double check" of the cell phone. Read on....

A group of people are together, whether they are gathered socially, on a bus, in a meeting, whatever. One of their cell phones rings. What is funny is, everyone will check their phone to see if it was their phone that actually "rang". That's fair enough, but what's even funnier is...when the person who was being called actually answers, some people still continue to check their phone. (to see if theirs rang)

So, what is the thought process there? "Oh, that must be a mistake that other guy was called, pretty sure that call was for me." Like c'mon, you know if your phone was ringing (or vibrating) or not. Maybe it's a pavlovian evolution that we are now compelled to check out phone if one rings anywhere within ear shot?

Perhaps the cell phone companies have engaged in mass "classical conditioning" to keep us addicted? (and paying monster bills in comparison to Americans for the privilege)

Whatever they are doing,...it worked.

(an an aside, the exact same holds true for text messaging)

(lygenztia # 211) Coincidence....or ????

Last weekend, I was at the local mall grabbing a few things. On my way out, I noticed this security guard. He only caught my attention because of where he had parked in close proximity to me and he still had his uniform on. Other than that, i'm not sure why I noticed him.

So, what's weird about that? Nothing except...

The very next day, I was working in the city and I saw the same guy again. He was working for one of those armoured car outfits and I watched him, as he got back into his truck at the Eaton's Centre.

OK, so it's not a conspiracy of JFK proportion, but it is weird how things like that sometimes happen....

(If coincidences interest you...read the Celestine Prophecy, gaurantee you'll love it)

(lygenztia *210) Tim Horton's, why do you hate me so?

Said it before, gonna say it again. I LOVE Tim Horton's.

I go into Tim's this morning and they have this new donut..they call it the (and I quote) "candy bar supreme topped with M and M's". The problem is, I am into this whole working out, healthy living thing. So, I go into Tim's to get my coffee and I see one of these little beauties and I think to myself...I just gotta have one.

Because, I am a man of excess, therefore I must have one. I am a man with limited ability to moderate. Dammit Tim, I can resist a chocolate dippped. It took me about 9 months to muster up the strength to resist the pecan danish. (which are scarily delicious and decadent)

So, what do you do? You introduce the "candy bar supreme topped with M and M's" donut, just to stick it in my face.

Tim Horton's, you are without mercy. (but as long as nobody is looking, I think i'll have just one...)

(lygenztia *209) There's an old saying....

"those that are closest to church, are furthest from God"

There is some logic to that parable, in an albeit general sort of way. I am not by any means, "anti-church", if spirituality gives you comfort, then knock yourself out...fill your boots. (also parables, but somewhat less profound ones)

The other day, I discovered that some inconsiderate, jackass, jerk, idiot, etc. etc. taped a biblical passage to my vehicle (John 3:16) and in doing so damaged the paint. The passage also invited me to his church. What a method to pave the way to salvation and present a positive image of your church! By taping something to my car. Yes, this is definitely the type of people I want to spend my sunday with...the kind that "advertise" by damaging other people's property. (insert sarcasm here)

Marketing 101-Don't piss off your potential consumer base..like d'uh

I'm pretty sure that even Jesus would agree that the person that did this was an idiot. Now, he'd still love them mind you...we're all God's children. But, he would agree that the person was an idiot.

(lygenztia *208) Chips are one of the 4 major food groups. (along with pop)

Was at the arena this weekend and went to the snack bar to get a coffee. Ahead of me in line was a parent with their child, who looked to be around 5.

The youngster was surveying the snacks and the parent said...(and I quote)..."no junk, get something healthy". The child couldn't decide, so the parent says..."oh get some chips...that'll be good. Ketchup or Sour Cream and Onion".

I nearly broke into open laughter. Wow, now that is one healthy choice. Yup, the nutrition in that bag of chips is staggering, especially when you compare it to a donut, or chocolate bar or snack cake. Oh ya, wash it down with a nice can of pop and that's better than some fine home cooking like gramma's!

A one ounce serving of potato chips has a staggering 10 grams of fat! (google it, if you don't believe me)

I'm thinking they probably had some chocolate cake as an appetizer.

(lygenztia *207) Make it a damn double double and get the hell out of the way

Coffee bars. You know, the little "station" where they have the cream/milk/sugar after you buy your coffee?

Worst idea ever.

To make the line quicker, you fix your own coffee at the "coffee bar". But, you never get your coffee actually "made" quicker. People get their coffee from the server, then go for the cream and sugar and that's where it all breaks down.


Coffee bar idiots are as follows:

Type 1
Gab, gab, gab while they make their coffee...

Type 2
Then there's the type that take 4-5 minutes to make their coffee, looking at the cream and sugar like it's all so foreign and new to them.

Type 3
Gab, gab, gab AFTER they make their coffee and stand in the way of others and think nothing of it. (These types are always smokers. Smokers by nature, are rude)

Type 4
Cell phone talkers...need I say more?

Naaah, didn't think so.

(lygenztia *206) Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got Tim's in my tummy..

Ok, first off, I love Tim Hortons and most Canadians share my point of view.


I endure the line ups, cause I love the coffee...and to feed my caffeine craving. Here's what I don't get though...why do people wait in line for a juice, or water or beverage othen than Tim's famous coffee?

Especially when they could just walk across the street to a convenience store and get their drink quickly with no wait?
Anyone have a theory?
-Do they just want to be part of the craze?
-Do they have nothing else to do?
-Are they just trying to see what the fuss is all about?
-Do they enjoy lineups?
-Are they practicing for concert ticket lineups?
-Do they feel they are being unjustly excluded if they don't join the line?

I dunno, I just don't get it and I see these types at Timmie's all the time.

Stand in line if you want, but if you're doing it for a bottle of water.....then you really should consider a hobby.

(lygentzia *205) Global warming look out! I turned off my basement lights.

What a joke, Earth Day. Possibly, one of the most hypocritical events on the planet.

I practice conservation everyday, and so does our household. So tell me again what the significance of sitting in the dark with lit candles (and flashlights) singing  "kum by yah" is? I love the earth as much as the next guy..but even I know turning off my lights for an hour really doesn't mean anything.

Bunch a people tonite told me they turned off their lights, and had a block party. BUT, they ran around with flashlights (cause those little"C" and "D" cell batteries are so good for the landfill) AND turned on their car lights. (cause idling cars doesn't cause any harm to our planet)

Look, it's a good gesture. OK? All i'm saying is..don't be stupid about it. Don't think that turning your lights off for an hour makes a difference.

Conservation, and kindness to the Earth should happen the other 364 days, 23 hours of the year.

duh...

(lygenztia *204) Oh ya, like that’s gonna happen….

What the heck is it with these people that win millions of dollars and say…”oh, I’m going to keep working”? You know what, that’s OK, if you make say…millions of dollars a year.


However, if you are the “average Joe/Jane” making the average wage, just what in the hell is wrong with them? Are they mad? Has the money made them go into a state of delusion? Have they completely lost it?

Get out there and see the world, it is an amazing place. Start your own business. Volunteer in the community where you could really make a difference. Start up your own charitable foundation, travel, help family…for goodness sakes, the list goes on and on with what you could do with your new found millions to occupy your time.

But no, some people would rather continue to get up at 4:55AM to catch a subway, or work midnight shift on New Years Eve. Like, give your head a freaking shake…

I’m going to start a petition proposing that people like this shouldn’t be able to allowed to buy lottery tickets. Well, unless they give the money to some deserving person. (like me)

(lygenztia *203) You see, the problem is...

The problem with problems, is that they tend to create even more ......problems. And let's face it, we all have problems. Some problems are rather insignificant in magnitude, others are big daddy "oh my gawd" problems. (I hope you have more of the former, than the latter)

Drove my daughter to work and my son to the gym tonite. It was a 9 minute drive. In that time, they presented me with 29 problems. (I counted when I pulled out of the driveway, just for shits and giggles)

To be fair, most of my daughters weren't really "problems" per se......more like statements. My son on the other hand, well he lays the biggest, weirdest, most out of my control big daddy problems that he can think of right square on my lap. Every single time I talk to him. (which is why I often hide in my room, with the door closed) I swear to goodness, he lays awake at night and thinks of improbable scenarios for me to unravel.

And that, in a nutshell, is kids. Problems. And I guess, so is life in many ways.

And every night I thank God that their problems no matter how many they have (at least to me) fall into the "rather insignificant in magnitude variety". I've been there, that's why i'm here.

(lygenztia *202) Parka? Ain't happening...no sense, no pain.

We had record temperatures last week, which for the 3rd week of March is pretty exciting. Problem is, when you get nice weather that early in the year, you really do get spoiled.

Ergo, my winter coats. I have "officially" put them away for the winter of 2009 to 2010. So, for my part I am only going to wear spring jackets from here on in.
Minus 20? Doesn't matter. I will simply ignore it.
Freak spring snow storm? Doesn't matter, again, I plan to ignore it.

Winter coats are now put away. No more gloves, no more toques, no more scarfs..no more wearing long johns under my hockey equipment. (most importantly, no more frozen beer in my hockey bag)

I refuse to accept anymore winter and I must insist that spring 2010 has arrived,  at least in my reality. Now, go ahead and say the winter of 2009-2010 wasn't that bad. But as far as i'm concerned..... anything under 20 degress celcius is simply unnaceptable.

Which way to the pool?

(lygenztia *201) Aww..suck it up (and get used to it)

Why do city commuters get angry when they drive in the city? I just don’t get it. Taxi drivers, couriers, commuters…whatever.


You KNOW the following is going to (and will) happen:
-you WILL get cut off
-you WILL get delayed by a pedestrian crossing illegally
-you WILL get the finger from someone
-you WILL have a hard time getting a parking spot
-you WILL have difficulty merging into traffic if you are considerate
-you WILL encounter major delays from construction at least once per day
-you WILL encounter major delays from an “accident” at least once per day
-you WILL see someone smoking, talking on their cell, eating a snack, tuning their radio, talking to the person in the seat beside them and watching the small video monitor they have attached to their dashboard (all while driving, of course)
-did I mention, you WILL get the finger from someone?


So, really, in the grand scheme of things...........what’s the big deal? You know what’s coming your way.

So, suck it up buttercup………...you’ll live longer and your heart will love you for it.

(lygenztia *200) Back in the saddle again...

Had to take some time off from my creative fiat, not for lack of ideas. Rather, a respite of genuflective proportion.

I shall continue to write, I have decided......but perhaps a tad less "salty". I am going to do my best to write twice a week. I hope you enjoy my ponderings and meaningless jibber-jabber.

So, please come back and visit.....i'll be here.