What about this?

This is actually a T-shirt that was designed
by my good friend, Maita, years ago.
And I am thinking of making it this site’s logo.

Or maybe, a cover for an album.
It could happen. I may make one.
It’s possible.

I actually wore that shirt on 2 of my Youtube Videos.

On here,

And on here.

I think it’s a great design.
Well, for me anyways.

I just don’t know how to edit the header image and incorporate it.
Or design it for an album cover.

Maybe someday.
What do you guys think?

Thanks again, Maits.

You see that thing on the sidebar that says “This Time Last Year?”
I added that plug in to see how things have changed since.. well.. last year.

I don’t know. I am trying more new stuff on this site,
to see if it’ll entice me to try … well.. new stuff.

Oh and I also added a category on here named Pictures.
That’s just to quickly query all the posts that I did with.. well… pictures.

I am not doing too good with writing new posts that much anymore,
so I will see if I can re-kindle my relationship with this site
and add more..well… writings.

Anyways.
Let’s see what more stuff I can add.
You just sit there and look pretty.
I’ll do all the work.

I would like to tell you about a process called
“Distributed Computing.”

I know its a little technical term,
and it has “Boring” written all over it.
But if I could just have your attention for a minute,
I would like to share with you how this can be a great thing.

(more…)

Have you ever known or talked to someone who just doesn’t get it?
I mean, I understand some people are just plain assholes,
but some people just don’t get it.

Now I know, I too am guilty of this from time to time.
But I blame that on alcohol, fatigue, stress or just plain stupidity.
But at least, I have a sense of humour.
(I spell humor with a “u” because we Canadians love to shove it in there)

Is it a difference in our upbringing?
Is it the way our surroundings influence us?
Is it just that some people have no sense of humour?

You know what I am talking about.
You have seen these types of people.

They are the anal-retentive ones at your workplace.
They are the ones who look so serious at the airport,
walking very fast like they have to be somewhere important.
They are the ones who talk throughout the movie and kick your seat too.
The ones who talk so loud on their cell phones,
reading each and every movie title at Blockbusters, like it’s a life or death situation.

The ones who think their job is so important and stressful
that they make everything miserable for you too.
Insurance people, Bank and Loan managers, the lady at the Driver’s License Bureau.

You know what I’m talking about.

Here’s a perfect example.

When we were in Philadelphia last week,
Walking down it’s streets like a Bruce Springsteen song,
We wanted to get ourselves some Philly Cheese Steak,
Because that’s what you do when you are in Philly.
(Well, that and run up Rocky Balboa’s famous steps)

So anyway, we found this little restaurant bar that serves them.
So “in” we go right? I rolled Tyler’s stroller towards the door.

But then the Server at the bar hollered at me and she said,
“I can’t have the kid inside here; you must take him upstairs to the restaurant.”

I looked up, and saw the spiral staircase that leads to the 2nd floor.
There is no way will I lug the stroller up there
with all these children toys and paraphernalia’s.

So I looked at her, then I looked at the stairs and looked at her again.
With a smile on my face, I said:
“Can the kid stay if he orders a beer?”

The lady looked at me like I was Apollo Creed disrespecting Rocky.
She just had that empty look on her face waiting for me to leave.

It was a joke! Geez!

Oh and here’s another one.

While on the plane back home,
Tracy and I were annoyed at how rude the flight attendants were,
like they are the ones who own the plane.

This airline shall remain nameless, due to confidentiality reasons.
All I can say is that this airline,
D elays E very L uggage T hrough A tlanta.

So anyway,
I won’t go through the details how they were rude to us because,
well, because it’s a long story and I am getting kinda hungry.
Just know that they are bitches to the highest degree.

Back to my story,
The passenger beside us was asking the flight attendant
where he can change his 11 day old baby’s diaper.

Of course, she was rude to him too,
saying that it’s impossible for him to do that since there are no changing area on the plane.

The guy was kind enough to understand and told her that it was not her fault.

Then the flight attendant said,
“See, these planes were made in the 70’s.
Not very many people fly with babies back then.”

Then she looked at us too, trying to give us the hint.

So I said,
“Well, the reason why not very many people fly in the 70’s,
is because most of them are already high.”

Then she looked at me like I shouldn’t be in that flight.
She probably wondered how I got past security.
While the guy beside me was laughing,
and tried to explain to her my little remark.
Still the lady didn’t get it.

These are just examples of my little rant.

Some people get it.
Some people don’t.

Just like what Dr. Phil said,
“Be the one who gets it.”

You know, I hope this world we live in is just a great big joke.
Because, I surely don’t get it.