Epiphany

I came to a conclusion a long time ago... Mankind is intrinsically warlike. We walk, talk and breathe conflict. People who say we can be a peaceful species are deluding themselves.

Let me point out my reasoning:

• All blockbuster movies are about conflict: Pearl Harbor, Saving Private Ryan, The Great Escape... even Titanic!
• Computer games that have been the most popular are the war simulators, such as Warcraft, Diablo, Company of Heroes, and Microsoft Combat flight simulator.
• There has never once in recorded history been a point where there is no conflict (said combat) occurring somewhere on the globe. Usually it is happening in multiple areas at once.
• "Conflict Negotiators" for unions, marriages, police, and all the other areas are in high demand. Why? Because there is a ton off conflict all around us!
• Look at our sports! Soccer, football, hockey, basketball. What are they but the formalized rule governed battle? And don't get me started on professional wrestling. It's directly descended from the gladiatorial games!
• In the workplace, people circle like sharks, and when there's a bit of blood in the water (AKA a fellow worker who is somehow in trouble) they all turn on him or her, and kick them while they're down. You can respect a person even when you're sticking the knife in their back.
  
• What's the first thing a person does when we see a friend slip or fall? Laugh. Violence and pain is programmed in us as funny.

I haven't seen a single thing in my life yet that disproves my observation. Base instincts in humanity tend along the violent solutions. Accept it, control it, use it.

Summer marches on...

Summer is here. It has been for a while. I like summer, mostly for all the activities you can do in the yard and outside. At work it causes me headaches, mostly having to deal with people whining about how hot it is in the plant. I'd have to say summer is my favorite season.

Life decided to throw a wrench into the works for me again. Last week, I got out the lawnmower (which has been working fine) and tried to start it. I must of pulled on that damn thing for twenty minutes before getting frustrated and giving up. When I put it away the week before, ,it was working fine. Now, for some unknown reason, it's no better than a piece of junk.

I've had it. BRING IT ON! I spit in the eye of misfortune!

Life slogs on...

Well, blog entries are not coming as fast as I originally made them. This is mostly because I haven't got a lot to say. Normal life, normal guy, nothing special.

There was recently a $40 million dollar lottery winner in Ontario. They had won the lottery a few years ago, and won again. When they were asked what they were going to do with the money, they replied, "Put it in the bank with the rest."

Someone.. please tell me they have had the winnings taken away. Lotteries are the average and poor person's dreams and hope. I know I will NEVER be rich. I'll scrimp and save, and scrape through life with a few luxuries, and be happy for them. But, there's always the chance I could win a lottery and be able to taste what it's like to be rich.

Rich people don't get the same life experience the rest of us do. It's certainly easy to be a philanthropist if you never have to worry about where the next month's car payment, or grocery money is coming from. What happened in Ontario is insulting to the rest of the people who had tickets. If you win, and it's not a big deal, say nothing. If you get a sick pleasure out of sticking in a knife and twisting it about... then I hope you get incurable fleas. In your crotch. Don't dull the stars we have in our eyes. Hope is sometimes all that keeps the average person going.

Okay.. Now that the soapbox is put away, I'm going to go and make lunch for work tomorrow, have a glass of milk, and read a book before I go to bed to take my mind off of the totally normal and unremarkable existence I lead.

Raw talent is hard to find...

Paul Potts, a British man living in the U.K. was recently on Britain's Got Talent. He is amazing. All I have to say is this guy will be a star, regardless of whether he wins the competition or not. I've placed a link to the Youtube video of him singing on the left. GO and watch it...

Zounds!

I'm in shock!

There was a mountain of work, yes. I'm behind after my holidays, yes. Was there something that wasn't done that should have been... no?!

All of the items I left in my co-workers hands got completed. Properly, and on time. I need to mark the calender. this is the FIRST time ever this has happened.

You know, I was almost hoping I could be the "Wrath of God". It's nice to be let down on something like that. Those are the kind of let downs that I can learn to like!

End of holidays..

Today is the worst part of holidays.. the day before going back to work. I just know that no one did anything for me while I was gone, and I'm going to have it dumped on me about it not getting done.


I've had enough. If they try to dump it on me, I will simply put them on the spot. "Why didn't YOU do anything about it?"

As for my fishing trip, it was very nice. We caught fish, drank a few drinks back at the cabin, and enjoyed the time away from home. It's always nice to get home at the end though. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed!

Packing my bags..

Hmm.. Usually I make a list of all the stuff I'm taking with me on a trip. Mostly so I don't forget something important. This year... no list.

I'm tempting fate, and begging to forget something important, like clean underwear. Well, not that, but you know what I mean.

As it is, I've got almost everything (that I can remember) ready to go. Just a couple loads of laundry and then it gets stuffed into bags.

I was asking Dad the other day what time my brother-in-law wants to go. He said, "Early, but it'll probably be 11am before we leave. You know how he is."

I silently shook my head and glanced at my mother. She was looking back at me with the same expression. I'll let you in on a little secret: My brother-in-law is a very careful planner. When his schedule gets pushed back, he gets upset. It's like poking a bear with a stick. Fun until the bear rips off your arm and beats you about the head with the messy end.

Sure glad I'm not riding with him tomorrow!

I'll be back on Saturday or Sunday!