I’m a Basketballer But I Can’t Stop Wishing I Was a Hockeyer or a Footballer

It’s winter in Canada and we can’t help but walk down the narrow paths shovelled out of the snow. So grandstanders are a problem.

In summer and the other warmer seasons, grandstanders aren’t so bad. If they take up the whole sidewalk while lost in conversation with each other ignoring passersby, the passersby can move to the grass or otherwise move around the obstructing grandstanders. But in winter this is no longer an option.

I take a page out of basketball when those grandstanders approach in winter. I suddenly stop completely when they don’t move over on the sidewalk as expected. If they hit me and complain I’ll just ask, “Do you avoid walking into posts?” They’ll have no good comebacks to that one.

And mostly it works. After all we’ve all grown up playing basketball where if you move into someone who is still, the foul is against you. Most North Americans have an unconscious understanding of this. Still I wish I could just willy nilly pick up the rules of other sports rather than basketball.

Hockey would be fun. Imagine giving a full body check to someone who wasn’t conscious of their environment like these grandstanding pedestrians. Or football when they’re walking two abreast ahead of you and you can’t pass even though the grandstanders are walking very slowly. Wouldn’t it be fun to do a full tackle of one of the grandstanders?

Of course to do this in real life you should be big and strong enough to handle a fight with these two or more offenders.

So, despite my dreams of football and hockey, I’m just a basketballer. That sport’s approach has provoked zero sidewalk fights in my lifetime. If only there were a better, more satisfying way.

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Yearly Roundup – 2013

First let me tell you this is my 368th post. So now there is a rant for every day of the year.

I did something I haven’t done before. I added to the main content of two posts this year. The one post was Mountaineers in Space. I only added a sentence to this one. But it contains more jokes. The second post I added to was The Right is Right, But the Left is More Right: the Mathematical Proof. I added a full two paragraphs to this one. It contains a new mathematical proof.

All that’s left to do is to mention some of my favourite posts of the year if you didn’t have a chance to see it the first time.

Johnny Fish Spawn adds a new but familiar mythos to North America. The Insulting Clock Radio goes beyond its initial schtick and into a whole reincarnation thing. Pieing Lou Ferrigno just sounds like fun. Too bad it’s not 30 years ago. Are Plants Drunk Off the Excess Carbon Dioxide? is a different perspective on global warming.

Is the UK a Suffix Snob? sees logic to the mishmash of naming each country’s citizens. Vlad the Neck Biter is this year’s addition to my vampire series of rants. If this keeps up I might write a decidedly different story of vampires someday. Finally, last month’s The Masked Asphalt Chewer carefully walks the line between Superhero and Supervillian.

Hopefully the next year will see more posts I want to spread far and wide. Have a great new year!

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Kiss in Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

kiss1kiss2Congratulations Kiss.

Now with any luck, Yes will be added next year at the proper time.

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Walking on Water: Too Easy

Walking on water is one of the premiere miracles in the bible. But summing up the miracle by using that stock phrase makes it just too easy for anyone to meet or exceed that deed.

If you have dared to walk on a floor that has that ubiquitous “caution wet floor” sign, congratulations. You too have walked on water.

Now you may argue that the film of water you walked on might not be complete. Fine. Just live in a country with below freezing weather in winter. All you have to do is walk on snow. Sure your foot sinks in but it doesn’t completely sink in all the way down to the grass or sidewalk. You too have walked on water.

Maybe that’s why we like figure skating and hockey. These people are fancifully moving on water and not just walking. So too with skiing, snowboarding, bobsledding, tobaganning etc.

But wait you say, what about water 10 feet deep and 50 feet across? Walk on that water. In summer when it is a pure liquid.

Well maybe I can’t. But if I could skip across that water, isn’t that even more fanciful? According to this article the important facts to know for stone skipping are spin, angle, speed and shape. If I were to put a human in a suit that was almost flat with rounded edges (the stones that skip most easily across water are this shape) and throw and spin them just right with a proper machine, the human in the suit should skip across the water. No word on whether the spin will make them puke thus nullifying the awe factor.

Indeed people now have a need to surpass walking on water in order to get a reaction. That is why George Lucas named his hero Luke Skywalker. And trust an ex gospel singer like Katy Perry to try to one up Jesus with the song Walking on Air. (If you haven’t heard it yet, I’m betting it will be a single in a month or two). But aren’t these artists just saying something that might not be real?

Indoor skydiving is the sport of floating on the updraft of a vertical wind tunnel and fan. It looks like it is very fun and safer with less to know than with actual skydiving. I’ve seen it on television so I’m sure visuals would be available somewhere on the internets.

But this is just floating. Sure you can lock and unlock positions to go up or down. But maybe here, walking on air is more fanciful.

Well how about skipping on air? We have this nice explanation and graphic for a potential spaceship to skip off Earth’s atmosphere upon reentry. The big players in space like the US, Russia or Europe haven’t tried this yet. So to India or China perhaps this would be a way for you to make a name for yourself in space travel.

Learn about the Hypersoar airplane that could travel from Chicago to Rome in 72 minutes, by (what else?) skipping off the atmosphere. It’s in the middle/end part of this article about stone skipping.

As you can see from all of this, walking on water now seems to be a little primitive.

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National Boss’s Day

I’ve only heard of National Boss’s Day over the last little while. At the time of writing this, it is nowhere near that special day and I refuse to promote it to you. Since I am between bosses right now allow me to offer an unbiased view of this special day.

First of all, according to this Wikipedia article, it was first registered as a special day at the Chamber of Commerce. Were you expecting it to be registered at a union? And the woman who registered it first worked for … her father. Maybe that’s not quite incestuous but it certainly is nepotism.

In my humble opinion every day is boss’s day. Some might work hard but others don’t. Some are competent but some are not. Some raise the level of their business. Others run it into the ground. And many bosses are ogres. Remember you cannot spell boss without SOB.

Some of you want to remind me that it’s not necessarily the boss’s fault. Many bosses have their own bosses. I say let’s go right to the top. How about the CEO or COO or whoever is running a big business? These high placed individuals constantly remind us that their bosses are the shareholders. Let’s start the giving of National Boss’s Day there. I say that all CEO’s should give flowers or candy or at least a card for every share of their company.

Let’s not stop at the private sector. The public sector enjoys the presence of bosses, too. The top of my federal government is prime minister Stephen Harper. And he says that the voters are his bosses. If he wants a gift for National Boss’s Day he’d better be sending out his own gifts to all the voting aged people in the country.

Oh and I challenge Stephen Harper and the CEOs or COOs to do all of this with their own money. After all, that’s what your staff is forced to use.

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The Lottery in Babyl- er- Ontario with Apologies to Jorge Luis Borges

Some of you may have heard this lottery story. A Hamilton woman will be 50 million dollars richer next month. Not because she proved she had the winning ticket by handing it in for the claim, but because the lottery corporation hunted her down.

The woman lost the winning ticket and to this day doesn’t know where it is. The corporation knew which retailer sold the winning ticket. There are cameras in the store showing who came in at what times. I’m going to ignore the big brother aspect of this for the remainder of this post. The retailer was paid for the winning purchase by the odd dollar value of $16. The winner’s credit card showed a $16 charge on that day by that retailer.

Now, if I’m clear that you no longer need a winning ticket to win the lottery, doesn’t that mean that someone who didn’t play can now win, too? If so, I’d like to have my name put down for the next lottery draws, too. Of course if the regular lottery players find out I won without paying, they might question why they even paid. I think this makes it even more exciting. The buyers of lottery tickets are thus being punished by the lottery corporation. The very next lottery they will not pay for.

So the lottery will have to become cashless. Perhaps the winners can get high ranking positions with the lottery corporation. To make it more interesting they could keep punishments as part of the lottery. Perhaps losers could get a pie in the face. How exciting.

I bet the lottery would become more exciting with even more ways to win or be punished. If you want to see what form the lottery will take in the end, I suggest you read Jorge Luis Borges’ The Lottery in Babylon. If you’re impatient and wish to see a summary, then follow this link.

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The Masked Asphalt Chewer

I came up with this post while I was thinking more destructively than normal. I thought, ‘what kind of car/truck design might destroy the very asphalt the driver was riding upon?’. My first instinct was to have wheels (titanium of course) that went to a point where they touched the road. And then, maybe if the vehicle was a pickup truck you could add mass to the back of the vehicle that would help it chew up the road.

But, if the titanium wheels are like razor blades, they will cut through the lower strata of the road as well, not just the asphalt. In fact the wheels will keep spinning until the vehicle is up to its axles on the road.

But I just wanted the vehicle to chew up the asphalt and keep moving. This is where years of mechanics training allows me to suggest simple flanges two inches from the edge of the wheels would stop the wheel from sinking in at that two inch mark.

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After coming up with this breakthrough, I tried to make my design more societally friendly. My driver would become the Masked Asphalt Chewer and would only rip up certain roads. You know the roads that he would target; the ones that the city or county or province or nation is waiting so long to repave that it wrecks the suspension of every other car to drive upon it. The Masked Asphalt Chewer would drive on those sections of road, forcing the government’s hand and making them repave it sooner rather than later.

Of course this means the Masked Asphalt Chewer would cause your taxes to go up, either by getting away with his crimes or forcing the government to lock him up.

But the neatest thing about the Masked Asphalt Chewer is that he could use only one of his cutting, flanged wheels and with the other wheels being tires, thus be able to sign his name in cursive. Or write whatever he wants. He could point out corruption in the mayor’s office for instance. He could become the world’s first asphalt graffiti artist.

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Novel Writing Month Winner

I participated in National Novel Writing Month again this year. Last year some of you may remember I won the challenge of writing over 50 000 words in the month of November. I tried not to brag too much because some of you noticed that I wrote 50 000 words of short stories so what I succeeded in doing was being a Writing Month Winner.

 

This year I tried completing a novel (my first!) and I succeeded so now I can claim the title of Novel Writing Month Winner. As proof, below is my badge.

 

 

 

 

But I live in Canada and the contest is put on by people headquartered in the United States. So for next year Canada’s prime minister Stephen Harper is going to have to declare war on the United States and win. Then if I complete the contest I can truly call myself a National Novel Writing Month Winner.

 

I know that some of you are disappointed by my willingness to start a war when in sports, the National Hockey League has both American and Canadian teams as well as the National Basketball Association. Even the National Football League has one Buffalo Bills home game played in Toronto. So why can’t I make an all inclusive definition of national the way jocks have embraced it?

 

Well I’m not a jock. I’m a writer so sometimes I hang by technicalities. So next year it is really up to Stephen Harper.

 

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Who Needs a Surname?

Queen Elizabeth II of the British commonwealth does quite well without a surname. She has enough variety in her full name to almost never be in need of another name. Allow me to guide you.

I think the name Elizabeth has more variety than any other English name. You might even call it the “queen of names”. From it, one can derive: Eliza, Elle, Ellie, Ella, Liz, Lizzie, Liza, Abby, Beth, Bette, Betty, Betsy, Bess, Elsie and Libby. That’s 16 total different names.

Her next name is actually a number. It is II. Now everyone knows this can also be written 2. As well, Toots and Tootsie can be derived from this name for a full 4 different names.

Her next name is Alexandra and it also has a lot of derivations: Ally, Alex, Lexi, Andy, Sandra and Sandy. That’s a total of 7 different names.

Her final name is Mary which has the following derivations: May, Mamie, Maria, Marie, Marilyn, Marion,Maureen, Meg, Miriam, Molly and Polly. This is a total of 12 different names.

So the queen can be called by 16 x 4 x 7 x 12 = 5 376 different names. As the title asks, who needs a surname with that amount of latitude in your given names?

I know some of you are probably thinking I went too far afield from the original names such as in Polly for Mary. I assure you that some of the most far afield names, I got from my Websters’ New World Dictionary (1979). I could have insisted on putting Marj or Marg and all their myriad variations in, after all they only differ by one letter from Mary. I didn’t because that same dictionary told me not to.

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Are Farmers Fowl Racists?

All the turkeys I’ve ever seen on farms (in real life, pictures, or video) are white. All the geese I’ve ever seen on farms are white. All the ducks I’ve ever seen on a farm are white. The majority of the chickens I’ve see on farms are white, too.

How can this be? Wild turkeys in my area are brown or black. The geese in my area are Canada Geese so they are mainly black with patterns of white. The ducks are almost all Mallards and brown for the females with more brightly coloured males. Can chickens even survive in the wild? The breeds from a century ago might but since they’ve been over bred to produce white meat, their chests have gotten huge and their legs have gotten tiny.

Are the farmers favouring white fowl for some reason? If Daffy Duck came along to some farm, might he be prodded away with a pitchfork and told “We don’t tolerate black ducks in these here parts”?

With the new science of epigenetics, traits caused by genes can be turned on and off for generations if given the right trigger. Perhaps this whiteness is a common gene in fowl that is triggered by farm life. Maybe the epigenetic trigger is one of: lack of exercise, confinement, the same feed day in and day out, or a lack of sunlight.

I live in North America. Maybe farm fowl were shipped over from Europe during colonization. Isn’t everything in Europe white?

Or maybe fowl know a thing or two about humans. Perhaps they are waving the only white flag they have – themselves. “We give up,” they are saying. “We want a truce. Have the land, just don’t eat us.”

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