Okay, so you’re a superhero, let’s say. Your super abilities are not really important to this discussion, except that they must include an ability that comes into play in the scenario below. Also, because of the nature of your abilities, and the community you live in, it’s somewhat important that your secret identity remain secret.
Let’s say that you’re on the bus back home, after a long day at work. By work I mean the “normal” job you get paid to do in the real world, where your superhero abilities don’t *necessarily* come into play.
Okay, so you’re on the bus back home. The bus is moving along at a good clip. All of a sudden it stops short, causing people on board to lurch forward. Most passengers are able to compensate to the shifting physics. The eager newspaper reporter, with the camera at the ready, has compensated. So, too did the girl or guy upon whom you have a secret superhero crush. But one passenger, a young child, a young boy, let’s say, a happy young boy, he cannot compensate in time. He’s sitting in such a seat on the bus that causes him to fly out of his seat, fly forward, towards a pole on the bus. A dangerous, hard metal pole. Now, because you have the ability to suss out the situation, you see that he’s going to fly face first into the pole, and probably do some serious damage to himself. You also know that if you act quickly enough, you can use your abilities to catch him. You can stop him from smashing face first into the pole. Problem is, if you do, your quick action will more than likely cause people to wonder how you did this. Some of the more clever passengers will likely piece together that you’ve got superhero abilities. If they do, then it may very well become more difficult for you to perform your superhero obligations (whatever they are for you).
So, the question is: Do you save the child and risk revealing yourself? Or do you let the child suffer the accident and save your identity for more *important* moments?
Personally, I allow the child to smash his face into the pole.
All morning long, I’d been looking forward to going outside for lunch on this beautiful end-of-summer day, getting a slice of pizza (from Jack’s), taking it to the Confederation Centre concrete lawn, sitting down and eating it. I was looking forward to listening to my iPod, sitting and eating a slice of pizza, and watching the people walk by.
It was all ruined by a bagpiper. Yep. I got my slice, went to the Confed Centre, sat down, all the while listening to various songs on the iPod. Then the bagpiper started. Or, more likely, continued. And wouldn’t stop.
Let me tell you right now that I enjoy a good bagpiping. In its proper circumstance, there’s nothing more lovely than a piper piping. Okay, well not “lovely”. How about stirring? I’m of Scottish heritage and have a special place in my heart for the pipes (not so much with haggis), in its place. There’s nothing more stirring (yeah, “stirring” works) than a piper leading a regiment of Scottish Highlander soldiers off to battle, for instance. Or the image of a loan piper, kilted the whole nine yards, playing out in the glade on a misty, foggy morning. It’ll get me every time. Or, at least, once in a while.
But when I hear the pipes in unexpected and unwanted places, such as by the round benches in front of the Confed Centre on Queen Street, in the middle of a work day, I don’t long for the hearth and heather. I long for a poisoned dart. The problem with the pipes is that the sound travels so far. You can be hundreds of yards away, and the sound still pierces your ears like a banshee’s scream pierces the night. Like the news of Jon Bonet’s not-murderer’s capture, there’s no escaping. Especially when the piper isn’t very good, as this guy was (or is it “wasn’t”?). It sounded like he was hitting random notes. Random high-squawking notes of no particular melody. And of no particular rhythm. And it travelled all over the community, on the wings of the fresh late-summer breeze. Ugh. Not even Rob Zombie’s Dragula through the headphones could dilute the noise.
Go ahead and busk. Just use an acoustic guitar is all I ask. Or juggling pins, if you must. Or get white-faced and mime (can’t believe I’m longing for the silent busking of that mime guy!!) and get caught in an invisible box (outside the box – see previous post). Just do something that limits your range of influence. Don’t go and spoil the whole neighbourhood.
So, anyway, thanks, bagpiper. Thanks for ruining my anticipated lunch hour.
You may remember a couple of months ago, I was approached by a sort of grassroots marketing company and asked if I’d be interested in reviewing the newly released DVD of Pamela Anderson and posting it to my blog. Of course you remember. This blog is very important to you. Anyway, I said I’d be delighted to do that (no qualms here about being a shill for the Hollywood machine). So they sent me the DVD and I watched it, and posted what I thought was a fairly un-shill like review. I’m not going to bother to find the post and provide a link to it, because somehow that implies these posts have worth. And while I suspect a number of readers get disconsolate if I don’t post something fresh for them to read each day, and they would argue that these posts do have worth, at least to them, I prefer to think of these posts as empty vessels.
So, I reviewed it and that was that. Until today, when the same company emails me and asks if I’d be interested in presenting another review. Whereas last time I had to trek through the sludge of comedy that focused far too much on Miss Anderson’s gaping beaver (alleged) (Alleged gaping, not alleged beaver, because I think we’re all pretty sure she’s not got dangling participles down there), this time I may have struck gold. I’ll be sent a DVD of a new collector’s edition of one of my favourite movies: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
And just now, having re-read those last couple of sentences, I realise how sad and pathetic it is to create a post about how one is excited about the anticipation of receiving a free DVD in return for being something of a corporate whore.
No. I will not allow myself to fall for that kind of talk. I am a valued member of the critical press. My opinion is cherished.
It is also for sale. If anyone else wants to send me stuff in return for my honest opinion of it, I’ll gladly listen to your offers. Perhaps you have a photo you took, and you have no idea if it’s Art. Send it to me, and I’ll tell you. Maybe you’re in charge of soliciting low-ranking bloggers for their opinions on how well the latest video iPod works. Send me one, and I’ll tell the world what I think. Maybe you sell frozen beefsteak from the western provinces and are trying to get a foothold here in Eastern Canada. Ship some steaks my way and I’ll cook ’em up and eat ’em. Then I’ll tell the great multitudes of readers (conservatively estimated now at at least tens of ones) whether they’re worth purchasing.
Oh my god, did you hear the news? Well-Known Celebrity died last night. That is so sad. And I was so looking forward to Well-Known Celbrity’s upcoming movie and/or song and/or book (okay, well, not book, because, seriously, how many authors can be classified as a W-K C?)
Sorry I don’t have a direct link to the news item, but I’m sure if you look on the front page of any news website, you’ll find out all the details. Apparently, it was a drug overdose, which is so unexpected coming from Well-Known Celebrity because of all the charity work s/he’s done.
Okay, can’t keep it up any longer! You guys are all so pwned!!! I made it up! Well-Known Celebrity isn’t dead at all!! Ha Ha!! Ummm, do you remember what day it is today? It’s April First, otherwise known as April Fool’s Day. And I can definitely say that YOU are the fool for being hooked into believing such a ludicrous story. As if Well-Known Celebrity would ever die from a drug overdose.
Huh? Whattyamean I “gave the joke away in the post’s title”?
Oh. Shit. Guess the joke’s on me then, isn’t it. There, you happy now? With that superior, contemptible, pitious look on your face right now. Yeah, okay, laugh at me. I don’t care. You always were such an asshole!
Huh? Whattyamean I “can delete and change the title of the post before I click on the ‘Publish’ button”? What Publish button? Oh, you mean *this* Publish button. And you’re saying I should click on it? Okay, if you say so…
Okay, I’ve been away for a few days, but I just got back from wherever I was, and I read all this kerfuffle about a kid who found a Tim Horton’s cup in the garbage and asked another kid to help roll up the rim, as the contest is wont to have you do. Turns out the kid wins the top prize, an SUV. Okay, great, but the another kid who helped roll up the rim claimed entitlement to share in the prize, for helping to roll up the rim. Okay, personally, I think that’s bollocks and it should all be awarded to the kid who found the cup.
Now I hear that the the person who threw out the cup in the first place is demanding a part of the action. Again, that’s bullshit. But, it got me thinking.
If these people are able to make their claims based on baloney, then I should make my claim too. And here it is: I demand a portion of the prize, because, you see, I was in line just in front of the person who bought the “winning” cup. Amazing, I know, but as true as true can be. Now, normally when I’m at Tims, I buy two coffees (one for right away and the other to nuke later at work), and that day, for some strange reason, I only bought the one. So, by rights, since I usually buy two cups, the cup that the guy bought should really have been mine.
No? Okay then.
I’ve been a fan of Sarah Silverman for a few years. If I ever was to do standup comedy, I think I’d want to do the kind of comedy she does.
Here’s a link to a New Yorker article on her.
Here is a link to a video of one of George W. Bush’s State of the Union addresses. Well, okay, perhaps he didn’t say all of those words in exactly that order, but a little bit of judicious editing of the video gets to the real subtext of his agenda.
"Our first goal is to show utter contempt for the environment. I have sent you a comprehensive energy plan to devestate communities, kill wildlife, and burn away millions of acres of treasured forests."
"One by one, the terrorists are learning we are building a culture to encourage international terrorism."