(lygenztia *247) The 2 week gym rat

Ah yes, the return of the 2 week gym rat following the Christmas season. Everyone coming with brand new shoes, brand new athletic wear, top of the line headphones.....yep, they will last two weeks.

My absolute favourite are the middle age men that wear tiny shorts (they still have from high school) and "muscle shirts". Yep, looking pretty cool there dude.

By January 15th, i'll have my gym back. Maybe one of them will sell me their 200 dollar shoes.

Happy New Year!!

(lygentzia *246) They're human after all....

I have never been what you would call a "fan" of the monarchy. For me, it just "is" and I never really paid much attention. The royal family always struck me as pompous, disconnected, overly ceremonious tight asses.

Wow, did Will and Kate ever change that impression. What an amazing couple. Unbeleivably touching how Kate showed such an outpouring of affection for the little girl (who sadly is ill) on the runway tarmac.

Folks, you just can't fake that kind of reaction or show of genuine concern and affection. It was as real as their visit and for both, I wish to send my thanks.

(lygentzia *245) If it's "style", it sure as hell isn't cool.

What is up with people wearing wool toques in the summer nowadays? Don't get me wrong, I think toques are awesome, I own about 20. AND, I am not talking about rastafarian hats, or religious hats. I mean plain old Great White North Canadian wool toques.

Did I miss the memo? I am pretty sure it's summer.

Is doing this a fashion statement? It's silly and gross, that's what it is..all sweaty and stinky and icky.

NEWSFLASH: It's hot out, you don't need to keep your head warm, which is what a wool toque was designed for. Not a fashion accessory. If you wear a toque in the summer months, you sure don't look cool and you sure as hell don't feel cool.

Try a visor, you might be surprised.......they are actually comfortable and don't make you look like a MAROON.

(lygentzia *244) Just a quick look..it'll only take a second.

I was at Yonge/Dundas Square in Toronto recently enjoying a well deserved break at the patio tables. It really is a wonderful spot, call it "Times Square North".

While sitting there I noticed an electronic billboard ad for bikini's and holy jumping, it was pretty racy. (and hot) The models would come out of the water, and pull at their bikini's, it was pretty erotic actually. Problem was, the lady beside me (who I was not with) kept giving me the stare down for watching. She was looking at me like I was some kind of weirdo for watching. Damn, sue me for looking!

If they didn't want people to watch, they wouldn't put it up there. I wasn't watching for the bikini's anyway, just admiring the artistic creativity put into the production, that's all. So stop staring at me, when i'm staring at something. I'm allowed.

Happy summer...

(lygenztia *243) Vancouver screams "Hey Canada, look at us! We're assholes!" (and we look)

The Vancouver riots were just brutal. A bunch of assholes taking advantage of the hockey situation to create mayhem, damage and terror in the streets.

Then, the real kicker, listening to talk radio yesterday to the people from Vancouver calling in. They were all patting themselves on the back for “pitching in” to help with the clean up.

How ironic. “Hey Canada; we wrecked our city, but aren’t we just the best for putting it back together?” Only Vancouverites could wreck their own city and then tell the rest of the country how great they are for cleaning it up the next morning.

Its not like this is the first riot, either. Stupid assholes.

There should not be any more major or national events held in Vancouver. It just makes the rest of Canada (which is civilized) look bad.

(lygenztia *242) At the risk of being repetitive..spring may have sprung.

I just couldn't stand it anymore and got my kayak out today. As far as i'm concerned, spring is here. It's official. (winter sucks, but i've said that before)

When I got to the water, the local fire department was doing some training and watched me unload my kayak. One of the guys I used to play hockey with saw me and said "are you nuts"? I looked at him standing in freezing cold water with his funny boots and asked the same question of him. We both realized it was a mexican stand off and laughed.

Moving on to the actual paddling, even with my cold water equipment on..... I froze. I don't care. My fingers went so numb, they may have been permanently injured. I don't care. It struck me as I paddled that everything was so "brown". It's that weird time period between winter and spring and the breif seasonal transition before we go "green".

No snow, no winter...but no green, no warm. Yet.

About that, I do care. Make it spring NOW. Please.......

(lygenztia *241) Get over yourself..Mozart was cool. YOU aren't.

Music can be a strange thing. Some people get very defensive about their choices in music, which in some ways is cool, because that shows how much the music touches you.

However, on the "un-cool" side of the spectrum is the pompous, condescending, classical music lover. Most are the same, they look down on anyone that doesn't appreciate classical music. I was recently challenged by one of these pompous nitwits about my taste in music.

Music was brought up in the conversation and I merely stated that I do not really care for classical music. I don't think there is anything wrong with it, it just doesn't suit my ear. Well! One would have thought that I insulted the very notion of civility in society. Classical music lovers, almost exclusively, are pompous, insecure dolts that are doing their best to appear more intelligent than the rest. (if you don't agree, reference Major Charles Winchester from M*A*S*H)

Classical music lovers, please, don't judge others based on your archaic, boring, insecure, phony tastes. Live and let live, Beethoven would have. (if he hadn't been dead for about 7000 years)



-NEWSFLASH- Music can also be fun. Music can also be inspirational. Music can also be just a temporary escape from the humdrum of life. There is a reason classical music lovers sit alone on weekends, sip cognac and listen to Bach..it's because nobody else can stand to be around them!

As far as the pompous classical music lovers go, I defy you to show me one single attractive, socially balanced, interesting and exciting classical music lover on the face of the planet. Cause that person, doesn't exist.

(lygenztia *240) It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time

Trying to remember some things can be like trying to squeeze a marshmallow through a key hole without scraping any sugar off of it.

I was watching a fellow recite a speech from memory the other day and got to thinking about memory. Just what the heck is your "memory"? You can't touch it, you can't see it and you can't really show where it physically exists. I mean you can point out the general area in the brain that is responsible for memory function, but the last time I looked I didn't see a tiny shelf of encyclopaedia's stored there.

Our memory is just a notion, or idea, kind of an abstract piece of brain function that can't really be truly explained.

Your memory just "is".

Why do we so easily retain some memories, while some are so quickly "erased"? And are they really "erased"? Think about it, we don't know if our memory has an actual storage capacity, so in theory we have the capability of remembering every single thing that has happened to us.

It's not like it keeps me awake at night, but if you really think about it, human memory is a fascinating concept. (but if you do ponder the question....don't forget to remember why you were thinking about your memory, or that will really twist your brain.)

(lygenztia *239) I think it happened last week..."you know you're old when..."

We've all seen those "you know you're old when" jokes and wise parables about old age, but for some of us "getting old" hits us like a ton of bricks.

For me, it was a Tim Horton's epiphany. I was walking by Tim's the other day and stopped for a coffee. As I waited in line, I thought to myself "man, I spend more money per week on Timmy's now than I do on booze."

And THAT is when it hit me. I am officially "old". I mean, i've heard it..i've been told it, but I never quite accepted it. Took the damn double/double to drive it home.

(lygenztia *238) When did we get so busy?

I don't get it...when did we suddenly get so busy? I don't mean me and you, I mean all of us. It really is amazing...think about the response that you get when you bump into an acquaintance and ask "How are you?"

The response is almost always...."oh my gosh, we are so busy". I just don't remember what changed or when exactly we became so busy. My parents raised a very large family and did a great job, but I remember they always had down time on the weekends, to sit by the pool, visit or just "do nothing". Remember going for a drive with your parents? Can you imagine doing that now? NO WAY! There wouldn't be time, or if there was, there would have to be mapped out destinations, designated lunch stops, internet researched routes...etc, etc, etc. The fun would be completely driven out of the drive. (pardon the pun)

The point is, people never used to be ridiculously busy like we are nowadays. So, when did it happen? It had to be between now and then. Life seemed so much more relaxed up until the 80's...maybe it was then.

I don't know, but I sure wish it could go back.

(lygenztia *237) Philatelist's are sooooo cool.

What kind of freak collects stamps? Serioulsy, what the hell is up with that?

How can anyone possibly find this interesting? if you really have nothing interesting going on in your life and you have nothing better to do, then I kind of get it, but not really.

But to say stamp collecting is "fun" or "interesting", is kind of like saying that listening to static on a radio, just in case a station suddenly comes in...... is "fun".

Basically, drop 397 little pieces of paper on the table (don't forget the glue on the back half is made from dead horses) and then try to find an interesting stamp. Yep, that's how I want to spend my friday night.

(lygenztia *236) Its called a "scanner" S-C-A-N-N-E-R

At the local Megalow Mart the other night, patiently waiting in a long line. There's always a line at the Megalow Mart, that's just the way it is. Fortunately, they now have Krusty Burgers in their stores, if you get hungry waiting in line.

Anyway, the guy in front of me has a plastic spatula in his cart. The thing probably cost about $1.59 and it also does not have a UPC sticker anywhere on it. Now, the Megalow Mart probably has 50-60,000 items for sale in the store, but this guy expected the cashier to know the price of the item.

He actually did.

Now, in this day and age you KNOW that every item is scanned at the cashier at the Megalow Mart. Sooooo, if you want an item make sure it has a UPC sticker on it and if the one you want doesn't have one, then just find an item that does. BEFORE you go to the cashier. (dummy) If you don't know that, or can't figure it out.....then you should not be allowed to shop, or go in a store....no spatula for YOU!

(lygenztia *235) Back...with even fewer pearls of wisdom

My my,

How difficult it is to find the time to compose with any form of consistency. How's that old saying go?
"life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans"

Anyway, I am going to do my best to write at least once a week, so visit me and hopefully I will have some meaningless drivel here that you can waste a few moments with.

For those of you that asked me why I quit writing, thanks for thinking of me. I didn't quit composing, I just didn't take the time to do the transfer from brain to blog.

Here's to an early spring!