Oh That’s Just Gay

So on the same news show last night as the big Jew story I asked about yesterday – they were also talking about something that kind of rubbed me the wrong way.

Apparently a while back, a gay couple won some kind of court ruling over the province of British Columbia when they argued that text books in public schools painted a purely heterosexual point of view and made no mention at all of any gay or lesbian couples in any of the text books, or children’s books for younger grades.

Their point was that for perhaps an 8th grader who was having trouble realizing their own sexual preference, it might be helpful for them to know that there were great figures in the past who accomplished great things while living a homosexual lifestyle. Or that perhaps it would be easier for them to come out if all kids had read stories as younger children where the parental or adult figures were 2 men or 2 women as opposed to the traditional man and woman.

That, in and of itself is an interesting point of view that may or may not be correct. And, really, I had no problem with the story until they continued.

The court ruled that this couple would be given the chance to go through all texts uses in British Columbia school’s searching for prejudice to homosexuals and examples of favouring heterosexuals. They would have the authority to change and alter texts to include more “homosexual content”. (whatever that means).

Again, I thought for a minute not really sure what to think. I mean I’m not really against the idea of having examples of gays in the texts – but it’s a point that was made by a parent at a protest that brought up something I hadn’t considered before that made me upset.

This parent brought up that there is now 2 people, not elected by ANYONE from the public determining what his children would learn in school. These men did nothing but win a court ruling that said the text were wrong – and suddently they’re qualified to re-write them? Whether you’re gay, straight or somewhere in the middle – if you weren’t elected by the public or appointed by someone who was or hell! even don’t have kids – you have no right to be putting your opinions in text for the children of the province to learn. PERIOD! It’s that simple. You’re nobody. And make no mistake. That’s all this is – their opinions. When these things are put together they go through countless different people to make sure it’s alright. Writers, editers and educaters all have a say in it – and now it’s been boiled down to what? Two gay men who happened to disagree. The point of whether or not the books are too gay or not gay enough is not even an issue if you have no right to be re-writing this stuff.

The most disturbing point of all of this – the reporter came on at the end to comment on the protests and petitions that were flooding in to the provincial government’s office. She said that no matter how many protesters and petitions sat at the government’s door – it wouldn’t change anything. These changes were coming no matter what. Why? Because a court order is legally binding between these 2 individuals and the government since they were the ones involved in the court case. That’s just infuriating to me. If 100 per cent of the population was against this, it still wouldn’t matter because one judge said these men were right – and everyone elses kids were the ones to be affected.

Bullshit. Just bullshit.

So What’s Up With This Jew Thing, Anyway?

So I’ll start this post by making it VERY clear that this is a post of ignorance – and not meant to be an attack of any kind – simply a question.

tonight on the news was an interestion story on a very talented young hockey player entering the Quebec Major Junior League. But – he’ll only play about half the games.

You see, ever since he started playing as a child – he has never ever played a Friday night game – and won’t start now. It’s something to do with the Sabbath.

What is this? What does it mean? I mean I know a few people who are Jewish, and at least to the best of my knowledge, don’t miss school or work on Friday’s. So, from what my very limited understanding tells me, it doesn’t really have much to do with the day itself. Is it the night? Is it just that some Jews don’t practice it as much as others? I mean I know in any religion there are varying degrees of seriousness in how much some people will practise their religion.

One last comment, though. I think it will be interesting if this kid ever becomes anything. I mean right now he’s just a highly touted prospect. But I mean if he ever gets good enough to make it to the NHL – it would be interesting to see if anyone would draft him. Even Quebec City now is getting criticized by their fans for drafting a player, who is to be on one of their top lines, who has made it very clear he won’t play Friday games – and the team has made it very clear that they will not stand in his way. I know it’s just junior hockey, but how do you sell tickets to every game for the same price while readily admitting you’re allowing a top player to not be there.

In the same instance though – if he makes the NHL – it’s now professional, not amateur, which, I would think, means that he would have some sort of legal action (if he can prove that he’s qualified for the league) by saying something along the lines of it being discrimination. I mean, they’re basically telling him they won’t employ him because of his religious practises. That’s pretty hairy. I know it’s all hypothetical – but it’s interesting nonetheless. If he gets drafted by the Leafs, and I pay 200 bucks for a front row seat, I expect to see the entire top line unless someone’s hurt. I don’t know how understanding I’d be.

I Hate This Computer!

Well that looks like a boring title. But that’s all I could think to call this post. Today, I have to take this stupid computer back to the shop for more repairs. So far, I’ve had to replace a regulator that blew after having it for only a few months, a sound card because the original sound chip was the horror of horrors, and now, who knows what I’ll have to replace. Let’s see. Now, my computer squeaks at random, one of the speaker jacks in my sound card stopped working, and it randomly turns itself off, I assume because it’s overheating. So who knows..the whole inside might be shot? Let’s hope not, but I’m going to find out today. So if I’m low on blog posts, it’s because Steve and I are sharing one computer again, for who knows how long.

Efficiency Expert

A man entered a restaurant and sat at the only open table. As he sat down, he accidentally knocked the spoon off the table with his elbow. A nearby waiter reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a clean spoon and set it on the table.

The diner was impressed. “Do all the waiters carry spoons in their pockets?”

The waiter replied, “Yes sir. Ever since we had an efficiency expert out, he determined that 17.8% of our diners knock the spoon off the table. By carrying clean spoons with us, we save trips to the kitchen.”

The diner ate his meal. As he was paying the waiter, he commented, “Forgive the intrusion, but do you know that you have a string hanging from your fly?”

The waiter replied, “Yes, we all do. Seems that the same efficiency expert determined that we spend too much time washing our hands after using the men’s room. So, the other end of that string is tied to my penis. When I need to go, I simply pull the string to get my penis out, go, and return to work. Since I don’t actually touch myself, there’s no need to wash my hands. Saves a lot of time.”

“Wait a minute,” said the diner. “How do you get your penis back in your pants???”

“Well, I don’t know about the other guys, but I use the spoon!!”

Famous Just For Being Famous

It never stops amazing me how infatuated our society is with the famous. Never at any time in history of their been so many magazines, radio shows, and ET style tv shows all dedicated to just celebrity gossip. It boggles the mind. And we’re all guilty, some more than others, but in our own way. I can’t say I’ve ever bought one of these magazines, but I have in the past while caught myself asking my sisters “both regular gossip readers” whether or not I heard correctly that Nelly Furtado is dating Steve Nash. I mean, who cares? It affects me …. in no way. But it’s just interesting.

Aside: If anyone knows the answer to that question though – it’d be great. I thought I heard it somewhere and then she mentions him in her single which could have just been a shout out to another Canadian making it huge, but I’m curious. Now back to your regularly scheduled uninteresting blog.

Anyway, the people that bug me the most are the ones that are famous, just for being famous. The best example is of course Paris Hilton. Who the hell is she that we should give a shit about? I mean I know she’s the daughter of and heir to the Hilton fortune – but so what. She’d never done any big movies or albums or anything. she was given that retarded show “The Simple Life” just because she was famous for being who she is – and it made her more famous. Well that and a certain tape that you may have heard about.

Irregardless, the point of this entry is not to hate on Hilton or the celebs’ but actually to give credit. (whoa, curveball).

I’m sure most of you have heard Hilton’s new single, or at least that she is releasing an album. I’m actually going to post here, believe it or not, that it’s not terrible.

I’ll give you a moment to recover.

Is it something I would spend money on? No. Of course not. Does it demonstrate a huge talent for music that will see her reach the heights of past divas for their musical contributions? No. I mean she may reach their heights, but it won’t be due to accusations that she can hang with Whitney, Celine and Mariah in terms of great talent. But the song, in and of itself, is not terrible.

It’s certainly no worse than the rest of the pop shit that’s been pumped out over the last 15 years. It has a neat little tune to it that can get stuck in your head, the lyrics are relatively harmless and radio friendly and it’s just in general a kind of happy go lucky sound.

As for Paris’ singing. Well no it’s not great. But it’s not offensively bad either. Now I”m sure our friends in the studio with their awesome computers did quite a bit to help her out in that regard – but again – that’s no different than half of the untalented hacks being shoved down your throat right now anyway.

Paris has been slammed by every media outlet and music reviewer for putting her nose where it doesn’t belong (in music) and I just think that it’s more because she’s an easy target than because the song is overtly terrible. There are much bigger pieces of crap by much more annoying assholes being played across the airwaves right now – and anyone of them would be a better target in my opinion. K-Fed, anyone?

For the record, though. Don’t PAY to get the album. It’s not that good.

Wish me luck!

Well, today could be a very interesting day. I’m trying again to get a guide dog, and I’m going through another interview, and I’m nervous as hell. I’m nervous because this is an important part of their deciding to accept me. But more importantly, I’m nervous because this will be the second time I’m seeing this same interviewer guy, and the last time he saw me, well, I didn’t do too well.

Long story time. Right after I lost Babs because she got sick and had to be retired, I, your resident bull-headed moron, decided I was ready for another assessment from another school, even though I was still grieving Babs, Babs’s retirement wasn’t completely settled, and I’d just started to get into the swing of life after a month away.

I remember the day. It was drizzly and rainy. I was nervous. The brochure said the walk I was supposed to take this guy on so he could see that I was a competent traveller was to be four-eight blocks one way. But I lived downtown and everything I needed to find was less than four blocks away. He showed up, and couldn’t find my entrance. I came out to get him, but left my cane inside. Of course, he didn’t recognize me. So I had to go back inside and get my cane before he realized, oh that’s her.

After talking a while about the program, and him getting mad that Babs’s situation wasn’t completely resolved, we left for the walk. Of course, when I reached my destination, it was too short a walk! So, he had me turn down another street, and cross another street. After a few loopdy-loops and crossings of streets I’d never crossed before, in downtown where the traffic lights are weird, I was lost, confused, and frazzled! Then, it started to thunder and lightning! We had to duck in and out of buildings, which made me even more confused…so needless to say, I bombed the interview!

A year later, here I am, moved to a new part of town. I’m starting to get to know my area, and purely by accident, I end up learning about a perfect route for the interview. I’m just starting to learn it, and bang! He calls and offers to come up and assess me, and if I don’t take it, he won’t be able to come back to this area for another two months! This wouldn’t be a bad thing, except it would push my trip down to train until January, which would have me and fido come back to the land of the great white north…when it’s very white, as in covered in snow, which might be a bad time for Fido to be learning about his new home, especially since he’s from California.

So I take a gulp, take a gamble, and say, sure come up here. I start madly practicing the walk I’m taking him on, and most of it is all cool, but there is one scary street that I need to go practice because it’s psycho and hard to figure out and I want to have it down. And I see on the weather network that it’s supposed to rain today! So wish me luck, hope it doesn’t thunder and lightning, hope I can get this street straight in my head this morning, and hope I don’t bomb all over again! Better yet, I hope I have good news in about a week to post up here!

I’m Sure She’s Very Proud

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Crosses are What Now?

Matt’s post the other day talking about the poster showing a cross o corpses got the wheels turning. I agree that that poster would be a horrible thing to hang in the living-room, but then I got thinking about the cross itself, and I can’t figure out how people can look at it and think good, happy thoughts.

Think about it. Sure it’s a symbol of religion. But it’s also a symbol of death! They nailed a dude to it, broke his legs and waited for him to die! But people have no problem wearing cross necklaces and decorating their houses with cross-related things. To me, that seems wrong. That would be like the guillotine being a symbol of freedom in France because of its role in the French revolution, and people having replicas of it in their houses and yards. Or, wouldn’t it be considered morbid if relatives of people who died in a plane crash wore pendants of mangled planes around their necks to mark the sacrifice their relatives made? Isn’t that just a tad sick? So how is that any different than having crosses on display? Maybe it’s just hard for me to get my head around since I’m not religious, but the whole thing seems a little twisted.

Sex With Old People

Well not really. But it got your attention.

Am I the only person tired of hearing and old hag tell young people who to get off? Anyone in Canada knows what I’m talking about. That fucked up Sex with Sue Johanson show that’s on all the time. It’s not even just the show anymore – she tours and does speechs and Q&A’s at college and university’s and stuff. It’s just disturbing to see someone that old talk about this kinda stuff.

Besides – how can someone that old still know what’s relevant in sex today? Last week I happened to be flipping by and caught her giving advice on giving head. But I mean is the advice “slowly get down on your knees, favour your bad hip and encourage him to play with your one remaining breast” really relevant to people watching? I mean telling young people “just remove your teeth to give a real smooth blowjob” just isn’t helpful.

And no one really wants to hear about how President Taft’s mustache used to tickle your thighs back in the day. But I suppose the advice of no matter how in to it you get, don’t give away the allies strategy as they storm the beaches of Normandy is useful. I mean you never know when you’re shipping out.

And who can’t use some advice on sex talk? “to get her really riled up, be sure and whisper something dirty in her ear like ’23 skadoo'”.

Time to get this antique off the air, though.