(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.