Dangerous Readers!

So as this is a relatively new thing for me I have, throughout the weeks I have done this blog, check the statistics. A little while ago I was browsing through all the great data that Google gives you. An interesting service, I thought, was the one that shows the sites that have been sending readers to the blog. So I see a web domain that isn't Google or another search site. I click on it.....Trojan Horse infection...fuck offf!

So, I guess this might explain my strange popularity and daily visits from Russia. Is some Russian fucker trying to give me a virus everyday by visiting my blog? I don't know.

All I do know that it is fucking ridiculous that someone is out there visiting blogs from some fake site in order to spread viruses. How stupid and...just vile. Do these assholes cheer ambulances as they go by? Do they throw rocks at cars as they go by? What other vile things to they do all day? Get a fucking life.

Anyway, I got the trojan off of my computer and I will never again be so inquisitive about where blog visitors are coming from.

Just ridiculous.

Sidewalk Gift

Hey dog owner, thanks. I appreciated your gift this morning on my walk to work. There really is no better way to start off your day that to almost step into some dog shit on the sidewalk. I must say it was an impressive log. Your dog must have some special breeding. It was perfectly rounded on both sides and uniform. A better piece of shit I cannot recall. All that being said, I would rather not have to deal with it.

So anyway, fucking asshole, would you mind picking up after your fucking dog? I know you don't think anyone outside of yourself and your dog is important. Perhaps you might consider shaking your head and opening your eyes to reality. You are a self obsessed fuckhole. If you want a dog, deal with it, get your fingers around its shit.

Ridiculous!

A Child for Every Woman

Ran across this item today regarding Antonio Cromartie. Dude has 10 kids with 8 different women. I thought Shawn Kemp was bad. The 'ridiculous' possibilities are endless. Where to begin? I think this deserves a...let me count the ridiculous ways.

1.Dude can't find the condom that many times

2.Child support payments...ouch

3.Geographic coverage, from the west to the east to the south...no love for the north? He's still got time.

4.He has a wife that doesn't think he's going to cheat on him?

5. Even after a long NFL career this guys is going to the poor house with that many kids.

Antonio might just be going for the record held by Travis Henry. This list is a bit old but AC would be close to the top.

Exercise?

It has been relatively nice outside over the past few days. With the nice weather brings an increase in the number of walkers, runners, and other people just enjoying the parks and seawall in Vancouver. With this weather I have been struck, once again, by truly bizarre behaviour. This particular behaviour seems to be most prevalent with middle aged asian women. Though I have seen similar behaviour from middle aged asian men, it just doesn't seem as prevalent.

So there will be these middle aged asian women out walking or jogging. Which I think, by the way, is awesome. Exercise is for anyone is a great choice. However, for some reason something takes over them after a little while...they begin to flail their arms back and forth like wild person. It is the strangest looking thing. It is like they lose control of all good sense in them.

It has been suggested to me that these people seem to think that this is burning more calories which is why they do it. Well, that would be like me voluntarily convulsing  to 'get some exercise'. If that is really the reason the they fail around, I have only one word in response...ridiculous.

Suburb Hell

Was in the suburbs today...fuck...where to begin.

I don't know what the deal is out there but it feels like I've been in a time warp. Why is it that simple things that take seconds in the city take minutes in the burbs. Even getting coffee is...like...a whole morning event. I don't want to spend my morning in there I just want my cup of coffee. Yet everyone else seems to want to spend the day there. This is an event that is an after thought in my daily activities but in the burbs it seems like its the focus of their morning.

I had to go into a grocery store too. Again, you get to the check out an its like a cocktail reception. Lets hang out and all chat and get to know each other. Uhhh, no. Ring my shit through, tell me the price, bag it and let me the fuck out of there. Are you all that bored out there? Actually, now that I think about it...I would be.

Still...ridiculous.

Transit Anxiety

I am not an every day transit user however, on occasion, I will take the train for work or shopping. Etiquitte in the train can be interesting. The amount of people looking down you would think that there are gold coins hidden in the floor. I get it, its like a big elevator. Don't make eye contact. Whatever.

What I am continually awestruck by are the people who will push their way to the door while the train is running. Then there are those who try to get on the train before they let people off. Do these people really think the doors are going to close on them? Have this many people never taken transit before?

I have taken to openly chuckling about these RIDICULOUS people as they push their way to the towards the door minutes before we reach the next stop...just so stupid.

Food Truck Groupies

There has been something of a revolution in North America, a food truck revolution. In cities across Canada and the United States there are street side food carts. There is even television programs that have been developed. Now with anything new there is a transition period as the public learns how to deal with an act in regards to this revolution. Over time social norms are developed.



One such norm that I would think is obvious hasn't quite been set. There seems to be some people that are clearly excited about this new phenomenon. Some that feel as though the experience of just ordering from the truck just isn't enough. Some that feel that they need to remain very close to the truck for as long as they can.

So today I am waiting for my food and I notice this guy. Who just feels a need to keep standing in front of the truck while he is eating and after he is eating. What the fuck is that? If you want to work there drop off a resume. If you want to fuck one of the women in the truck drop her your number and start by asking her out for coffee. Why these people are so enamored with the food truck that they feel they need to stay within a foot of the truck prior to eating, while eating, and after eating is beyond me.

I can simple suggest they are RIDICULOUS.