Homey don't play that

I was walking towards the train this morning at the Broadway-City Hall Station and the usual fare checks were not in place but one of the Canada Line employees in her tacky green jacket was accosting an elderly man with a bunch of trash bags full of cans. I was walking side by side with a woman who was about the same age as myself and she just happened to be Black. We both slowed down to see if the woman was going to ask to see our transit passes but she didn't so we kept walking towards the train. About 2 minutes later, the employee was huffing, puffing and all red-faced demanding to see my pass. I showed her the pass and said that perhaps if she had just asked me for it, she would not have had to 'chase me down' for it. She then came at me with total attitude, enough so that everyone was now watching this show down on the platform and I asked her "what about the girl who was walking with me, did she evade you as well?" The Skytrain lady got all fidgety and started staring at the ground which is when the girl that I was walking with piped up "Yeah, I didn't show you my pass either" and the Skytrain lady was saying, that it was fine, she didn't need to see it. The girl said really loudly "Oh I get it, it's because I'm Black and you're scared...racist!" Ha ha, nothing like a little 7am confrontation to get the day going!

Suck it Critical Mass

I seriously hate Critical Mass. If you want my sympathy for the perils of riding your bike through the mean streets of Vancouver, then you are barking up the wrong tree. I, unlike most of you cyclists, actually live in the City of Vancouver and I pay taxes here for your precious bike lanes and such. When you decide to clog traffic, drink alcohol in public, disobey signs and blow through traffic lights almost killing pedestrians in the process on a Friday afternoon after a long week of work, don't be surprised when everyone in the city turns against you. These stupid hippies ruin it for the real cyclists in the city who are just trying to commute as peacefully as possible and make it to work and back in one piece. Shove it Critical Mass.

I am so in love

...with my new hair straightening iron. I am not sure what took me so long to finally go out and buy a decent hair straightening iron but I finally bit the bullet and spent a few hard earned dollars on a kick ass iron and to say that I am thrilled would be a massive understatement. I used to go to Blo as often as I could to have them straighten my hair for me, but after them being consistently late and not taking the time to do my hair as I had requested (because they were running behind!) I decided that enough was enough and that I could do this myself. I am a happy bunny...with perfectly straight hair and zero frizz, WOOT!

Talk nerdy to me

What is with nerds and their Medieval fascination? Dungeons and dragons, role play, speaking with a fake British accent, sword play, etc. I mean, you already stand out enough, which is fine, but then you go and make things worse for yourself by playing your games in a public park and wandering up to people (like me) in your fake accent asking me if 'I'd fancy a joust.' Sorry that I spat out my coffee and laughed but seriously, come on!

Nicotine litter bugs

Hey, I don't care if you smoke, I'm not judging your habit, but why do you think that it's ok to throw your cigarette butts all over the sidewalk, in beautiful flower planters and in the parks so that curious little kids can pick them up? You don't finish your cup of coffee and just throw the cup on the sidewalk and carry on your merry way, do you? I was walking from the train station to work today and was looking around at how beautiful it is here when it's sunny when my view was ruined by a discarded cigarette butt careening past my head from a woman jumping onto a trolley bus, nice.

Get your hate on

I hate a lot of things. People are always telling me that “hate” is such a strong word and that I should say “dislike” for everyday things and save hatred for things like Hitler, genocide and people who kick puppies. Well you know what, I think that some of you need to broaden your horizons and get your hate on.

Hating things is pretty awesome. Also, it's really easy. It doesn't take any more effort to hate something than it does to be completely indifferent so why not go full hog? Besides, indifference is boring; arguably, indifference is a great indicator of a weak character if you ask me, like people who always say “I dunno, whatever you want to do” when you ask them what would they like to do today. At least hatred is passionate and not wishy washy.

Here's the thing: I'm not an optimist but I'm not a pessimist, either. I like to think of myself more as a realist, like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. In general, people who want to believe that everything is all sunshine and rainbows are ultimately going to be disappointed and hurt whereas people who want to believe that everything just plain sucks will generally find out that they are indeed right and won't be crushed when things don’t work out cause well, duh, that’s what always happens.

I wake up in the morning hating the day, mostly because I seriously HATE my alarm clock and the noises that emit from it. I hate everybody on the train and those that I pass on my commute. I hate picking out an outfit, I hate figuring out what to eat for lunch. I basically hate everything.

BUT - and this is key - BUT I stay flexible to allow myself to be pleasantly surprised when something I expected to hate turns out to be awesome. It means I end up appreciating the awesomeness of it so much more than the average sunshine and rainbows person.

Sure, of course it's totally rare that I get to be pleasantly surprised when something I hated ends up being completely awesome. Most of the time, I just keep on hating everything. Of course, then, I was right to have hated it all along. And the only thing that I enjoy more than hating everything is being right.

All Levels of Connectivity

I know, another hobo story but what can I say, I like talking to people! I was wandering up Crescent St. in Montreal earlier this evening and came across a homeless guy around my age holding a sign that stated ‘Too Ugly for Prostitution.’ I couldn’t help but laugh and I said that if he let me take a picture on my BlackBerry, that I’d give him a buck. Well he was all over that plan and happily mugged for the camera. He wanted to see the picture and he said “I look good there, can you please e-mail it to me?” Since when do homeless people have e-mail addresses?