Get out of my seat...please!

Okay. I realize that the following might sound petty or too possessive, but I've noticed something over the years that tends to truly bug me.

This weekend during a softball tournament it happened...again. Not for the first time, and definitely not for the last. You see, I have this really nice nylon chair that I bring to outdoor event, such as the softball tournament. It folds up nicely and is extremely comfortable. It has a head rest, the back reclines slightly, and the arm rests come out in a V-shape (as oppose to a U-shape). In other words it is one comfy chair. I looked far and wide to find this chair. And it cost me a pretty penny.

So...what's the problem?

Unfortunately, other people think it's a great chair as well. As a result I often find people sitting in it. What's really interesting are the people that brought their chair and just find mine more comfortable...so they take it. Hey, just because you don't like your chair, doesn't mean that you should sit in mine...and thereby forcing me to sit in your chair.

Aren't these people the ones that are being truly selfish?

Rage on Public Buses

In the past few months I've started taking public transit to work. However, I'm not going to complain about the transit system...too easy. What I'd like to share with you is my observation on a certain type of people that take these buses.

Before I start, I want to explain...for those of you that don't ride public transit during peak hours...how things work on a busy bus. In order to pack the bus with as many people as possible, the bus driver usually asks people to "move to the back". This way, more people can get on. This is fair and civilized. However, for some reason people tend to bunch up at the front - leaving the back fairly empty. Why? I don't know.

But these are not the people I have a problem with...well actually I do but hey there's too many of them. The ones I want to talk about are actually quite the opposite. If you've spent enough time on a packed bus, you've probably felt them pushing their way past you.

As soon as they get on a crowded bus, they start their voyage or perhaps in their mind a crusade. With a look of discontent and superiority they push their way to the back of the bus. Now I know they are kind of doing the right thing. Because of them people at the next stop will be able to get on...but boy do they really bug me.

These are probably the same people that not only raised their hand in class to every single question, but also had the right answer!

Don't get me wrong. I'm not about conformity. I believe people should take action against injustice...but, I still don't like these people. Maybe it's the way they aggressively move through the bus without a single "excuse me" or "pardon me". Perhaps it's the look of smugness that they get ones they reach the back.

Grrrrr...I just don't like them.

Speaking of Irony

Below is a link to a site that has some amazing facts about Lincoln's and Kennedy's life and assassinations.

For example:
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners.
Both successors were named Johnson

...oh, it get's much better! Website

And, some what reluctantly, here is a site for all those people that tend to usually suck the life out of every party or conversation. It's a website that tries to convince you that these facts are nothing impressive and are just "superficial coincidences". Website

Never for Dinner

There's an old saying, "Every time we make plans, God laughs". As I grow older, I realize how true this is. I once had a friend that said that she would never date someone with a kid. A week later she started a two-year relationship with a guy that had...you guessed it...a kid.

I’ve eaten a lot of “nevers” over the years.

I don’t know if there is truly a God. But, if there is, I’m convinced that he/she is highly entertained by irony.

About two years ago, I mentioned to a female Chinese friend of mine that I have never dated an Asian woman. Jokingly I added, "Why would I do that. Never!" Literally a few days later I met my now fiancée...she's Chinese.

Irony...get use to it.

If you have any ironic stories, please share.

Trying to Make a Point

I'm guessing the monks at this temple in Thailand are tired of people sitting on their monuments. Good old barbed wire.

Bin Laden Goes Fishing

Last week I visited a remote and primitive village in Thailand. It's an old Muslim village built entirely on stilts.


One thing that I thought would be too cliché to happen...actually happened. In this primitive, all muslim village, in the middle of nowhere, I actually saw a kid wearing an Osama Bin Laden t-shirt. What are the odds!

Synopsis of Bush's Acceptance Speech

Oh that little rascal.

Video footage

What Would Jesus Do?

Today, a 46-year-old man in Taiwan lept into a lion’s den at the Taipei Zoo in an attempt to try to convert the lions to Christianity. “Jesus will save you!” shouted the 46-year-old man at two lions resting a few meters away. “Come bite me!” he said with both hands raised.

The man was bit on his right leg before zoo keeper drove the male lion off with water hoses and tranquilizer guns. Newspapers said that "the lions had been fed earlier in the day, otherwise the man might have been more seriously hurt ... or worse".

If you're interested in seeing the actual video footage click on the link: Video

Bathroom Mirrors in Restaurants

Okay…I want to briefly talk about a very serious and devastating phenomenon called Ugly Bathroom Face Syndrome. Do you know what I’m talking about?

At some point in our life we have all been exposed to our reflection in a restaurant’s bathroom mirror. If you haven’t already, you'll soon probably walk into a restaurant washroom, do your business...and then…you will look into the mirror. It’s as if somehow between your table and the bathroom sink you’ve managed to age 17 years and attracted some rare form of scurvy. You’re now staring at a face that not even your dog could adore. Even unconditional love has limits. It will suck every bit of self-esteem and confidence you’ve ever had in virtually seconds.

Here’s what I don’t understand: architects have built structures that can withstand a point-7 earthquake and reach 100 stories high. Yet I still manage to look like a leper in every Red Lobster washroom.

Why is the lighting so bad in there? What are they worried about? Is the aroma of urinal pucks so conducive to good conversation that we’re going to start congregating there in masses? I can understand one or two of them being badly lit…but all of them!

Noisy Tree how could this be, you ask? Five little letters my friends: N A A P S. North American Assoc. of Plastic Surgeons.

Now, I have no credible proof or evidence, but I’m positive that the NAAPS is systematically bribing our architects to do this. Think about it. Who else would benefit more from a society of mongrels? The only reason Michael Jackson looks the way he does is because he likes to eat out a lot.

It's time for a change!