I Only Have Two Eyes...And they Aren't On The Back Of My Head

Today started out like every other. I woke up (sort of anyhow), showered, drove to the train station and took a Toronto bound GO train. Forty minutes or so later the train came to a rest at Union Station. As usual, I let most of the car empty before I disembarked and started my short hike to the office.

Just for those who might not know the layout I will try to quickly explain. I exit track level on the west end where there are stairs heading down to street level. The stairs are joined with the stairs from other tracks and become three sets that open on to a very large walkway leading to two rows of doors and the outside world. These doors consists of three sets each, a single door situated on the either end with a set of double doors in the middle all exiting to the same street.

I used the middle set of stairs and once I hit the walkway I headed straight for the double doors in the middle (by using the middle stairs, one would logically assume they should also use the middle doors right?). I continued towards the exit and just before I stepped through the first doorway, I saw a figure emerge from my right and bully his way through the door in front of me. Well, since I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, his body managed to make it through but unfortunately, being so early in the morning, my brain didn’t process this fast enough and his backpack went through the door at the same time I did slowing the man down. End result, I walked on his shoes and possibly even up his leg a bit. He got through the next set of doors with me on his heels (literally) and decided it would be a good idea to stop. Of course he was in too big of a rush to stop before the first set of doors and prevent a scene like this from occurring but he all of a sudden found time to stop now. Anyhow, I kept walking, pushing the man out of my way and continuing on my way. Unfortunately the man was heading the same way I was and he said something to me that I couldn’t hear since I had my ipod blasting in my ears. I yelled something back to him (again with headphones on the voice seems to amplify a touch) hoping to end the “discussion” but he continued to waste my oxygen by trying to talk to me.

"'When you leave these walls, you will come upon the many pillars of violence.' - Kan
'May not a man one with nature seeing such pillars avoid them?' - Caine
'Other men stumble in the way. They go in idlest search of peace.' - Kan
'Must I then tumble down these pillars?' - Caine
'Seek always peace. Wear no path for the footsteps of others unless the soul is endangered. We are all linked by our souls. To endanger one endangers all.' – Master Kan

Foreseeing only bad things happening from there and having the above words of Master Kan (Kung Fu) drowning out my music, I turned and walked the other way avoiding any ugliness.

Professional Athletes??

This past weekend I sat back and relaxed in front of the television and watched whatever sport was on at the time, which was primarily baseball. So I am watching these so called professionals playing a kids game and getting paid millions of dollars supposedly doing it in a professional manner. I would like to know MLB’s idea of professionalism.

First of all, there is the rag tag bunch from Boston, the Red Sox, and World Series Champions two years back. On first glance they look more like potential actors auditioning for a modern Bad News Bears team movie than members of a championship winning professional sports team. Hats on slightly askew with hair protruding from beneath at odd angles, pants with the crotches at the player’s knees and the legs dragging behind them and, no doubt, some arms covered in ex-wives/girlfriends names or the latest in barbed wire designs. Some other players throughout the league are just as bad but they seem to be scattered more so than the Red Sox players.

The player’s actions themselves are not much better than their dress. Helmets and bats flying everywhere after a strikeout, f-bombs being dropped equally as frequent, and managers and players alike throwing tantrums at every bad call made by the umpires (which seem to be increasing) with no apparent punishment. These “professionals” don’t really seem to be very professional now do they? What would happen if a lawyer called a judge a cock sucker because he didn’t agree with a decision? He would be thrown in jail for contempt. Or if a manager told a director he made a boneheaded decision? The manager would likely be fired.

It’s time to bring the professionalism back to professional sports. If these multi-million dollar players can’t respect the hand that feeds them, then it’s time to replace them with those who will.

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For the past few days I have been wanting to write something worthy enough to post but as you may have noticed I haven’t been able to. I haven’t even come up with anything at all, let alone something worthy. But then who am I kidding I’m definitely no Stephen King; nothing I write is really worthy of anything.

I do have some ideas but they are just complaints about how fucked up society is or how stupid governments are. Everyone already knows these things and instead of doing anything to fix it they just laugh it off like some punch line to a joke. They laugh and then continue on their day like the fish really are suppose to have three eyes and the rain is really suppose to burn when it hits the skin. Or that it is okay that the Government wastes our money on some third world country when we have numerous needs for it right here, in our own country.

I must end this post now since it has turned into what I was trying to avoid: an endless rant about something dumb; something that will never change; something that no one really cares to change. To make matters worse, I don’t fell any better; no weight has been lifted from me at all. The skies haven’t suddenly opened up to a cloudless abyss, with the sun shining its golden rays of happiness over the land. Let me leave you with this final thought:

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown,

The dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

-Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb

Baby Update # 2

Another doctor’s appointment has come and past for baby my son. He has gained weight nicely since his last visit and is now 8 pounds 4 ounces. The doctor is finally pleased with my son’s progression so my son’s trips to the doctor’s office have been cut in half; he only has to go once a month now, much to Mrs. Shuster’s relief.

My son is still two weeks behind where he should be but he seems quite content as the picture shows. It is quite amazing at how much my son has grown in a relatively short time, from being merely a handful ten weeks ago to having his head alone filling a hand. I’m really looking forward to the next couple months as my son will start “talking” more and will hopefully be able to sit by the end. I think he is going to be moving about causing havoc by the end of the year.

Crikey!

Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter
1962 - 2006

They say the good die young, and Steve is no exception. He was truly a great man that put his knowledge and skills to use to educate people, better his country and to protect those that could not protect themselves.

Rest in Peace Steve.