Ok, first we have seventeen-year-old boys going to jail for consentual sex with 16-year-old girls, and now we have 15-year-old boys going to jail for pantsing a girl. Isn’t this a little over the top? Can we not find a middle ground?
The Babs Journal: Day 4 (May 12, 2005)
I don’t have long to write in this, have to go again and take her for busy and then go for another half-hour stroll.
Let’s see, didn’t do much last night except be amazed by her good behaviour as I fought with the computer and the dialup internet, at least it feels like dialup here…spent longer waiting for a page to load than sending emails. Oh well, emails got sent and she was as good as gold.
So today she woke me up with a nuzzling and a lick. What a doll. Still didn’t sleep on her dog bed even though I took it off the frame like instructor Tim said. Oh well, didn’t get into any trouble, had breakfast and we all ordered things from the shopping volunteer. She goes twice a week and gets stuff for us that we need…we give the money and that’s it. Poor Anka tried to understand what we meant, English is her second language you know. And so Sharon asked for dove soap, and she wrote dove soup! Good thing instructor Tim came along and straightened her out.
WE went on another walk, and he showed me how to put the harness on. That’s gonna take a bit to get onto. Lots of intricacies.
I look at that now and go “what were you smoking?” But it is kinda tricky at first, because you have to make sure you don’t hit the dog in the head with the heavy part, and all that stuff.
Went for a walk and she crossed the street and didn’t even freak at the parallel traffic.
Past self, do you honestly think a guide dog would graduate and be freaking at parallel traffic? Honestly? You are such a complete newb. I understand being amazed by a dog knowing what to do if a car went in front of us, but *parallel* traffic? Hell, probably even pet dogs get used to parallel traffic!
Trying to get onto knowing when she’s sniffing, or distracted. They say sniffing for any distraction. Starting to get it. Came back, took her for busy, then groomed her, that was fun. She just loves it. She just loves it to death. had lunch, yeah I said that, then I just read and she slept. Gotta get her up now and we’re going again. Later dudes.
Well we went on the afternoon walk. That was fun. Let’s see. Figured out more of when she’s sniffing. She was a little more stubborn, but oh well.
A little more? I think that was the day that she insisted on running like a mad beast, I thought this was normal and I had to adjust to it, and instructor Tim said nooo! That is not the way this goes! And kept madly giving her a leash correction back to heel. It made a horrible snapping noise, and I cringed and cried out that we must be hurting her! He said nooo! This doesn’t hurt! Do it! But I was too afraid.
I was able to help Margery. Two of her fingers have gone numb from some surgery, and so she can’t read braille, so she had no idea which bills were which that came back from the shopping lady. So I did that and helped her set her radio station…and helped her with the payphone. That made me feel good and useful.
Oh instructor Tim went and got us lottery tickets, we bought them but he went to get them. Margery and I are planning, and trying to get the others in on it, to get instructor Tim something and Anka something.
Let’s see. Oh, I called home and talked to mom. She’s all happy that I haven’t had a bad day yet. I braced her for the worst because people told me there would be good days and bad days, they could never explain what that would entail, but I told mom this would be stressful, so she’s happy I was having no really bad stuff so far. I told her all the stuff that’s happened and stuff.
Oh I talked to instructor Tim about grad. He’s a bit nervous, which makes me nervous.
And he was right to be nervous, past newby self. A guide dog doesn’t come home completely ready for all situations. You have to make them feel all secure and good before you can march them across a stage that you’re not familiar with. But you had to learn that the hard way. Actually, thank god you decided to leave Babs at home for grad, but you had to learn that lesson through other means.
That was about it for today. Yes, she finally slept on her dog bed! Later, hope you’re not too bored. Although it sounds like you’re having fun reading the insides of my silly brain.
Hey! Policeman! Leave Those Kids Alone!
Ok, let’s put another reason on the British kid misery pile. Now, Gary Pugh of Scotland Yard thinks it would be a good idea to get the DNA of early-offending little brats so we can lock ’em up before they commit serious crimes.
That’s just too creepy. And he thinks he can figure out which little brats are going to turn into full-fledged criminal assholes. Good luck with that, and put the lancets away. I don’t think you’re that good yet, and you don’t need kiddy DNA.
Money? I Wouldn’t Count On It.
You know what would be great? If somebody could explain to me what it is WWE is trying to do with this Big Show Floyd Mayweather angle. As things stand after that totally useless episode of Raw last night, I’m so confused it’s not even funny.
Let’s recap what’s happened since No Way Out. Try to follow the bouncing ball if you can.
- Big Show returns to WWE after being away for over a year.
- He cuts a promo about how much he’s missed wrestling and how soon he’ll be a champion again.
- This promo makes him an instant babyface.
- For some reason he then decides to attack Rey Misterio.
- Going after one of the company’s most popular characters after that character has just been beaten and is legit injured makes him into an instant heel.
- Floyd Mayweather, who we know from earlier in the evening is friends with Misterio, will not stand for this and confronts Big Show.
- Big Show mocks him and tells him to bring it on if he’s so damn tough.
- Mayweather does in fact bring it on, mashing the crap out of Show’s nose with some frightening punches.
- This makes him into an instant babyface.
- The next night, Big Show apologizes to Mayweather because he was told to.
- Mayweather cuts a promo in the style of the arrogant prick he portrays in the boxing world.
- this makes him into a bit of a heel, at least more of a heel than Big show is at the moment.
- Big Show then decides that he’s not done with young Floyd, and proceeds to challenge him to a match at Wrestlemania.
- Show and Floyd trade promos on the following episodes of Smackdown and Raw.
- Floyd’s annoyed me so much that he’s either a heel or the worst babyface in the history of ever.
- On last week’s Raw, the official weigh in takes place.
- Mayweather is playing heel and Show is back in total babyface mode, going so far as to bring out most of the locker room to combat the entourage that Floyd has with him.
- It ends up with Big Show press slamming Floyd to the outside of the ring and the wrestlers and boxing folks getting into a pull apart.
- It’s announced later that Floyd has hurt his elbow, putting him at even more of a disadvantage come Mania.
- Steve gets confused as to why the heel is the one having to fight against the odds.
- On Smackdown, Big Show has a 2 on one match against 2 babyfaces and squashes them quickly.
- I’m pretty sure this would make him a heel, but I don’t know anymore.
- Which brings us to last night and Big Show’s guest spot on Chris Jericho’s Highlight Reel.
- Show, the babyface, starts insulting Jericho, who is also a babyface.
- A match is made between the 2, and Jericho’s newly won Intercontinental title is on the line.
- The match is a short one, because babyface Jericho gets frustrated and heelishly clonks babyface? Big Show with the belt to get himself disqualified.
- For his trouble, newly heel? Jericho gets knocked out by a Big Show right hand and then chokeslammed to death.
- the announcers inform Floyd Mayweather that based on what we’ve just seen, he is unquestionably going to die in a couple of weeks.
Got all that? Yeah, me neither.
But here’s the icing on the cake. All of this nonsense is being done to build interest in something they haven’t bothered to announce yet. Are they having a boxing match? A wrestling match? An MMA fight? All 3? It’d be nice if they’d tell us, because they only have a couple weeks left to make me care, and so far they’re failing in spectacular fashion. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that WWE secretly rehired Vince Russo and put him in charge of writing this storyline, because not many people would be capable of coming up with something this confusing and stupid.
Diary Of A Snow Shoveler
I heard this years ago, but I got it again, and thought it was very fitting because of the winter we just had.
DIARY OF A SNOW SHOVELER
December 8:
6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window, watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!December 9:
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snow plow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!December 12:
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such a nice man. I’m glad he’s our neighbor.December 14:
Snow, lovely snow! 8″ last night. The temperature dropped to *20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn’t huff and puff so.December 15:
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife’s car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.December 16:
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.December 17:
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to her. God I hate it when she’s right. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.December 20:
Electricity’s back on, but had another 14″ of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day. freakin’ snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.December 22:
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white stuff fell today, and it’s so cold it probably won’t melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to pee. By the time I got undressed, peed and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he says he’s too busy. I think he’s lying.December 23:
Only 2″ of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she…nuts??? Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she’s damn well lying.December 24:
6″. Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the person who drives that snowplow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was busy watching for the freakin’ snowplow.December 25:
Merry Christmas. 20 more inches of the @#$%^& slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she’s an idiot. If I have to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” one more time, I’m going to kill her.December 26:
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She’s really getting on my nerves.December 27:
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze.December 28:
Warmed up to above-50. Still snowed in. THE BITCH is driving me crazy!!!December 29:
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave-in. That’s the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?December 30:
Roof caved in. The snow plow driver is suing me for a million dollars for the bump on his head. The wife went home to her mother. 9″ predicted.December 31:
Set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling!January 8:
I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
Gold Medal Ass Clowns
What’s wrong with this statement?
The national Olympic committees said others should stand up instead of athletes.
“Sports should not carry the burden,” said Togay Bayatli, president of the Turkish Olympic Committee.
“Our countries are doing business there. Everybody is going there,” Bayatli said, adding it was up to businessmen and politicians to take the initiative.
This, of course, is in reference to the idea of a boycott on the upcoming Olympics in China, and the answer to my question above, as should be obvious, is everything.
Why shouldn’t sports carry the burden? Just because it’s not as simple as passing the buck and being part of the problem while raking in billions of dollars?
And speaking of passing the buck, when has it ever been a good idea to leave such an important ethical decision to businessmen and politicians? Businessmen are among the greediest, most unscrupulous pieces of worthless shit on the planet, and many of our politicians are/were part of that culture. Saying that they should be the ones to start the ball rolling towards doing what’s right is akin to saying “why yes, I’m fine letting these NAMBLA folks watch my children, they seem like a fine influence.”
The choice to boycott the Olympics and for that matter China in general isn’t a matter of money or politics or even some guy who can throw a hammer really, really far. It’s a matter of right and wrong, more specifically human rights and government wrongs. It’s about standing up for your fellow man and showing some humanity rather than suckling from the teat of an emerging market because it makes sound financial sense. If, as stated
here,
sport is a tool of dialogue, why not get one started by making the Chinese ask “hey, where’d everybody go?”
Chris Benoit And Other People With Severe Brain Damage
Do you think Chris Benoit’s demotion to ECW led to his double-murder/suicide? Top stars who ended up in ECW seemed to have treated the brand as an exit point from WWE, such as Kurt Angle and Big Show. Angle’s attitude backstage seemed to have gone down the toilet once he moved to ECW. Big Show also left the company after his ECW run. King Booker did a radio interview expressing displeasure in the revived brand, even though he was a SmackDown! wrestler. Benoit was heavily rumored to end up on Raw from SmackDown! Instead, he moved to ECW. I would think Benoit was surprised with this sudden swerve. This was a man who commanded a lot of respect from the boys in the back and even from the fans. Did Benoit interpret the move to ECW as a sign of disrespect that he wasn’t used to? With the very negative aura surrounding the brand, is it possible that he snapped and unleashed his frustration onto his family? Would he and his family be alive today if he ended up on Raw as originally planned?
Believe it or not, what you just read was an actual question asked by what I assume is an actual human being in yesterday’s
PWInsiderXtra Q&A.
Seriously.
It’s no secret that I love my wrestling, and I freely admit to wasting way too much energy thinking about it at times. But as much as I make fun of myself for
living in a bubble,
there’s no way that I could ever, in my wildest imagination, even as a joke, come up with something so utterly twisted and retarded.
I never met Chris Benoit. Never had a conversation with the man. But to suggest that a booking decision in a worked business was the soul reason for his choice to end 3 lives is downright fucking insulting. Not only is it insulting to he and his family, but it’s insulting to good sense in general. Chris Benoit, because of the years of abuse he chose to put his body through, was a mentally disturbed individual. The mentally disturbed, though they try to hide it, will eventually find themselves unable to do so, sometimes with horrible consequences. That, unfortunately, is exactly what happened here. Nothing more, nothing less.
And while we’re on the subject of the mentally ill, I don’t know who asked this question. Only the folks at PWInsider know for sure, and in this case that’s probably for the best. But whoever you are and wherever you are, next time you feel the need to say anything about anything, please, for the love of God just keep your mouth shut. Folks like you are the reason why the rest of the world, by and large, has such a low opinion of wrestling fans. You’d do well to step away from the tapes and the internet for a spell and investigate something called the real world. It’ll be strange at first because it doesn’t always revolve around angles and swerves, but give it time, you’ll get used to it. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll realize in the process how stupid you made yourself look yesterday. Perhaps not, but I can dream.
You Still Have To Wait, Now You Just Wait Outside
Here’s another reason you should not go to Britain. If you get sick enough to warrant a trip to the ER by ambulance, there is no priority system that says patience arriving via ambulance jump the queue, and if hospital staff don’t believe they can see you within four hours, as required by law, you will be kept outside in the ambulance, sometimes for an hour, so the clock doesn’t start ticking.
What? In what world does that even make sense? If you come to the hospital by ambulance, you’re in need of care ASAP. You might be having a heart attack or stroke or seizure or other event where time is of the essence. But 43000 patients were told to please wait, and please wait in an ambulance that might be needed to pick up other people…to add them to the line.
Hmmm. If Britain is anywhere as lawsuit-happy as the states, the hospitals had better get ready for trouble.
American Airlines: Something Special In The Hair
Yuck! Imagine getting settled in your seat on a plane, going to sleep and waking up to find that the man sitting next to you is masturbating and has jacked in your hair! Ug! Fucking disgusting! I don’t know if I’d sue American Airlines, the airline with which she was flying, unless I knew for sure that they saw it happening and didn’t do anything, but I hope the jackoff, har har, gets a large punishment.
The Babs Journal: Day 3 (May 11, 2005)
Well, after she actually slept in my room, not on her dog bed I might add, but on the floor, she gave me a morning greeting of a sniff and a lick. We got up, I had a shower, we busied, don’t know if she actually busied, I fed her, she busied again, well I don’t know…then I got dressed etc.
And there lies the problem of free busy. How in the blue bloody hell are you supposed to know what your dog is doing if they’re out frolicking and peeing and pooping, and you’re not even out with them. You should feel their prancy dance on the end of the leash, even if you don’t touch their back or pick it up yourself at first! Dumb dumb dumb!
And then we came down for breakfast, and she was pretty damn good at breakfast I must say. Then we came back and I took her for a busy again. Then we had a big meeting in the lounge and we talked about obedience exercises. Grooming and obedience, those are two things we gotta do every day. don’t know if I can remember it all. Now we’re going out for another handle walk..and then lunch and then in the afternoon, we go out to the city on our first woofer puppy walk.
Holy crap. These days I have this constant headache. It must be a sign of brain strain.
Did I say yesterday that my hands have leash burn? Well my left hand sure does.
Well she’s having a real good snooze, groaning and moaning and sighing and sstuff. she’s quite the vocal puppy. growl groan moan. I wonder if she wants to go for a busy. Probably a good idea.
We went for a busy, a handle walk and I had to leave her here. She was so happy to see me. Oh it’s beautiful to have a reunion with my puppy.
In the handle walk I learned about what to do if she doesn’t go where I want her to go. We also had van practice. That’s interesting for sure. But she’s coming. Good little woof woof. Then I ttook her for another busy, and before that I got her some water because she was lapping at the empty bowl. Poor thirsty pooch. and now I’m just sorta sitting here with her as she snoozes and we wait for lunch. She’s such a good dog. Babs and I are gonna be best buds.
I tried. I really did. But the problem was I was trying too hard to be her best bud and not her boss. I really did love that dog, although she put me through the wringer.
Oh yeah, the first day back we’re going to have to go to the disability pension place to get the service dog allowance, and I have to remember to get her registered with the city of Guelph. Tags for my woof. I still have to get my train ticket fixed because I’m being driven back by mom and dad. Man the first grocery shop with her will be interesting. Oh she’s sitting here, so relaxed. So calm. So awesome. 20 minutes to lunch. I could eat a horse. I’m a hungry hungry hippo. I’m gonna miss all this babying. Have to remember to ask Tim about the grocery store, grad ceremony, that lump on her chest,
Stop the bus! Right there! That lump on her chest was the beginning of the end for us. If only I’d known.
it looks like she’s missing a boob, but what the hell do I know about lab boob structure? Candy, the pet dog I had as a kid always had like 6 boobs, 6 or 8 if ya count those other two lumpy bumpies on her chest. It looks like Babs only has 5. Weirdness.
It’s so cute to watch her get so excited when I grab her leash, it makes me think of that song misty takes me walking. God I sang that in like grade 3 in the festival.
How funny that I picked that song. That song is about a dog dragging you along when you take it for a walk. Foreshadowing, anyone?
Puppy was woofing in her sleep. Woofing and growling at some unseen enemy. That is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
I get to go in like 5 minutes to lunch. mmmm…lunch. I’m a hungry mamma. I’m gonna go in a second. I’m just gonna let Sharon walk with Charity so we don’t collide. That’s her dog’s name. She got Charity, Tim got Willow, and Margery got Amy. Glad I didn’t get the name Charity. I wouldn’t mind Amy or Willow, but charity. eeewww. I said to her, as a joke, when she said she’d have to register her dog, it would be a registered charity, ha ha ha har har har.I keep thinking I must be missing something. But I don’t think I am. Maybe I’ll start making my journey. journey to the feeding trough.
The afternoon was beautiful. I read part of my book while petting Babs. She lay there and moaned and groaned and slept like a log. I don’t think she got much sleep last night with my clock chiming on the hour. Silly clock. But anyway, after that we went on our first harness walk! Oh! that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She was as good as gold! We walked past these guys on a bike and she didn’t even so much as flinch. She is oh so beautiful. Then I made her sit right plop right in front of a property with a barking dog on it, and she did! It took everything not to just bend down and hug her! We walked for a good half hour. It was the most amazing feeling. Sure instructor Tim still had one leash on her, but he didn’t have to do much. She’s awesome. Awesome I tell you.
She had the potential to be awesome, but only when instructor Tim was there. He had the leash on her for so long during training that I never felt truly like we were an independent team. More to come on that later.
I brought her back and we took her for a busy and then fed her and another busy and then we ate and had a little meeting about the classes to come. Lots and lots of walking. Fun fun.
Past self, um, duh! What else did you think you’d be doing at *guide dog* school?
Then I came here to write and she’s been good as gold. I gave her a good rubdown. That was fun. She just loves it and I wanted to give her the best one possible after she’d been such a doll. Well I should probably take her back for a rest. Later dudes.