Easy does not mean it is not fun

I am back. Once again, I had something funny to say, or sad and poetic. In any event, the thought passed without me writing it down. I am sure it will come to me.....of course, I will not write it down then, either. If nothing else, I am consistent or amnesiac/demented. Either way, it is hours of entertainment for the whole family.

Well, what is going on in the world? In some ways, it is the same old shit. I did have a funny exchange at Mayfair the other day and it was with a guy whose name I forget but I like the dude. They have renovated the lockers. Really, they have added more rental lockers and by removing some day "half" lockers. They painted and tore up the carpet and added new lockers (removed the green, wood locker fronts, circa 1994, and added gray, melamine fronts. They are also redoing the wet steam. Of course, they do not use proper wetproof materials so the tiles eventually bulge from the moisture so it has to be taken down and redone. Funny, it never occurs to them that in a wet steam there is a lot of moisture and proper materials should be used.

Anyway, they also replaced the shelves by the mirrors, but have yet to fix the baseboard/trim which was carpeted, so bare wood is exposed. It has a great finished look to it (he says rolling his eyes--yes, that is sarcasm, imagine that). Anyway, I am talking to this guy about the renovations/maintenance and he points out that could have put large mirrors at the end of each aisle of lockers (he is so correct, though it could mean a double shot of fat, naked dudes, so there is a downside. That does not include myself as I am not fat, so I figure I look quite good naked, as long as I am not naked and wearing socks, in which case, I look fucking ridiculous).

He mentions that issue and then says, "It is easy to complain." I have to answer him, "That is true but it does not make it any less fun." And that is the whole point here, and I do mean here, it is easy to criticize and complain and also a whole lot of fun. That appears to by my sole reason for being.

Man, am I cranky or what? Ciao!

Mexican Clown Conventions and other fun stuff

I am back. It was an interesting weekend but enough about that. I do recall what I had forgotten on Friday. There was a Clown Convention in Mexico City.

What a freak show that must have been. I mean clowns are creepy in singular but to gather a whole mess of them in the place where this Mexican flu, er H1N1, started, well, let the pandemic begin. I mean where is John Wayne Gacy now. He could be spreading the disease by doing is buggering best. Then again, he killed his victims and stuffed them underneath the floor boards (dead, buggered young men apparently are natures best insulation, who knew?) so maybe he would not be carrier of the great pandemic (unlike that French, I think he was French, gay steward, er flight attendant, who "brought" the AIDS virus back from Haiti and helped infect a whole generation, or two, of American gay males in the US and around the world).

I am wondering if the Mexican hosts used Canadian clowns as pinatas. It would seem fitting to do so.

That reminds me that a Mexican senator was here recently. She had words regarding Canada's visa restrictions on Mexicans and used some very strong language to describe it. She called it "humiliating".

Well, if you do not want to be "humiliated" then stop killing our fucking citizens for sport and clean up your corrupt justice system. Stop letting the drug king pins run the country, or ruin it. Get a handle on your domestic law and order and start seeing the big picture. Blame the victim or deny the crime so that tourism will not be hurt. Got news for you, tourism is hurting and will continue until YOU have the target taken off Canadians and get serious about the locals that commit crimes against tourists.

There, I said it. Ciao!

Happy Trails to Soupy Sales

I am back. It has only been 10 days since my last post. What can you do? I had some good stuff lined up for today but that has gone by the wayside.

I do have to mention that Soupy Sales is dead. Soupy Sales died the other day, or today, at age 83. The man may have taken more face shots than Jenna Jameson. Then again, his were pie shots and not jizz shots. There is a difference but both can leave your eyes glued shut.

There, how is that for a visual for you to ponder over the weekend. Ciao!

Government run by the television networks

I am back. Did y'all have a nice long weekend? Mine was just peachy. The weather was awful, rain all day Friday (though it was not a cold rain), a cold Saturday that was gray and a cold Sunday that was sunny. Yesterday it was cool and overcast. That is a great long weekend, weather wise.

Other than that, I have no complaints. The time off was nice and I did a lot of eating, which was pretty cool.

Now, back to the Obama Nobel Peace Prize nonsense. I am finding it funny that the Republicans, Glenn Beck/Rush Limbaugh wing-(nuts?) are on the same side as al Qaeda and Taliban in denouncing Obama's winning of the Nobel Peace Prize (I keep typing "Peach" by mistake...given past winners, and the current one, I am thinking that is more Freudian slip than mistyping). The Republicans are in bed with the "enemy". Will wonders never cease?

The biggest joke in US politics is that the Republicans are showing themselves devoid of ANY ideas or plans of action. It is opposition for oppositions sake. If the President proposes it, it must be "bad". If he says "black", they will say "white" (that would occur in any event, but you know what I mean). There is no fucking rational discourse. It has devolved into the playground (the same holds true here with the Liberals) which makes me wonder why we do not throw them ALL out...or lock them all in a room and deal with whomever comes out.

It is so childish, petty and unnecessary. Then again, people get the government they deserve. That does explain Poland post World War II. So my American friends are going to have stop supporting the shrill, loud and ignorant. Unfortunately, they do make for good television.

Welcome to North America! Ciao!

What the fuck!??

I am back. This will be short and sweet. Barack Obama.....winner of the Nobel Peace Prize! You read that correctly, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize.

Not a knock on the man, but what, exactly, has he done....? What has he done in the name of "peace"? By my count, he is still presiding over two, TWO, wars (Iraq and Afghanistan).

Perhaps, he will be worthy of this award in the future, but certainly not now. Of course, this august body conferred this same honor on Al Gore (another "what the fuck" given his big-ass carbon footprint, and ass print), Yassir Arafat and Kofe Annan and UN (presiders over genocide in Rwanda AND now in Darfur, could be a great book about how an African can REALLY fuck up Africa).

Wonders will never cease! I need a drink to wash down the bile that I keep spitting up. Have a great long weekend be it Thanksgiving (Canada) or Columbus Day (Ohio, er United States). Ciao!

The Mayfair Freak Show Continues

I am back. I guess that is kind of.....obvious. I do recall what I wanted to recount from yesterday. The memory is not soooooo bad (it is better than most, I think).

I was at Mayfair on Saturday. When I got into the changeroom area, a man asks if it was still raining. It was not at that moment, but could have started up again at any time. In any event, I recall a different encounter with this gentleman some months ago.

I was going to say that the guy looked like an Oompa Loompa, without the orange skin coloring, but that is not really true. He looked more like Tony Clifton. Tony Clifton was Andy Kaufman's alter ego. He was a short, fat, obnoxious dude with moustache and glasses. A really cheesy individual. He also looked like Rupert Pupkin, Robert DeNiro's character in the Scorcese classic "King of Comedy" (with Jerry Lewis). You can see them both in the pictures at the top of the post.

Anyway, a number of months back, after I had finished working out and had undressed to shower, I left my wet gym clothes on the floor in front of my locker. This joker who was using the locker beside mine, says that he does not want to smell my gym clothes. Originally, I thought he was joking. I mean he had to put his fucking shoes on, go work out (or do whatever it is he does), I would shower and those clothes would be gone before he was back and spending any time near his locker. Well, he was not joking and the conversation escalated. It ended with me telling him that it was not my fault he was so fucking fat, short and could not tie up his shoes without having to put his head, with triple chins, on the fucking ground. Then there was the old "go fuck yourself" and I went on my way. Fuck him!

I guess he did not recall that incident. He was rather pleasant when he asked me about the rain. I answered as nicely as I could. Again, I am not sure what difference it made to him about whether or not it was raining at present as he was getting in his white shorts and shirts to work out, swim or get a massage (I soon saw him in the gym area) so as he was not going to be outside, who the fuck cares what the weather is like.

I finish my workout and I am changing to go into the shower. I see said fat, moustache man in his tighty whities (picture that image) with a white tee shirt on. He sits down, bends over and puts on his sneakers. I figure he is going into the shower, which I find a little freaky. I mean, who goes into the shower in underwear, undershirt and sneakers....fucking freak.

Then I see him take his jeans (Levi's) and put them on....over his sneakers. What the fuck!!!!! I spent a couple of years training the Lad not to do that as it is always a pain in the ass to get your jeans on over your shoes. Why fight it? Then I see this Tony Clifton looking motherfucker doing just that! What kind of fucking crazy world am I living in?

I do see the freaky side of humanity at that club. I am thankful for that, which makes good sense since we, as Canadians, are coming up on Thanksgiving.

Ciao!

Returning to a blog post near you.

I am back. I am more sporadic than I wanted to be. What can you do? I am back now. I have been busy. That will not change, though the type of busy will, so I should be able to post more frequently. That, of course, assumes that muse speaks to me and I have something to go on about. No guarantees there.

Well, we have come through the holidays relatively unscathed. The basketball season is upon us. I am coaching the Lad's house-league team again. It should be fun, assuming my co-coach, or am I the ass. coach (which does not sound very good but the smell is worse), joins me this season. There are issues outside of his control that must be dealt with, so it is up in the air, like a tip-off.

Of course, "tip-off" would be right at home for a Moyel. A moyel, for those who do not know, is the person that presides and performs the bris, the ritual circumcision for 8 day old Jewish male babies. Now, that is funny.

Well, that about does it for now. I just do not have much to say and I am playing basketball tonight, so I am excited. Ciao!