Tuesday, April 14, 2015

just saying

The "I was in fear for my life" is so often used to justify police officers shooting fleeing suspects, most of them unarmed, that it would be laughable if not for the fact that the suspects aren't alive to provide a rebuttal. 

No charges are expected in the most recent shooting in Tulsa, where the suspect died after being immediate denied medical assistance and told "fuck your breath" as he desperately asked for help. In fact no investigation is being undertaken because the black man clearly "shouldn't have fucking ran".

Monday, April 13, 2015

big whoop

Actually, the mother of all irony would be if the kids were autistic, but I see what you were trying to say there.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

constant comment

SB's guitar skills are much improved to my surprise. Only a year ago I was struggling to identify nursery songs that he was playing and now he regularly entertains with folk songs. We're not at the point that he carries his guitar with him to get-togethers but he isn't too shy to borrow another, better player's guitar and play one or two tunes. Recently while having drinks after a lacrosse match at the local pub, where the manager warmly refers to the loud group of American men as douchbags, SB serenaded our friend Matt with Guns N' Roses' Patience. Matt enjoyed the song up until SB changed the words from to sing, "all we need is just a little Constance." Constance is Matt's fiance. Matt, usually one of the loudest of the group (the three loudest players all happen to work in finance but that is merely a coincidence), was surprisingly bashful at having his love for Constance singled out and rather vehemently requested for SB to shut up.

Of course this meant that SB sang with even greater enthusiasm. Due to Patience, er, Constance, being a rock ballad, one cannot strum harder or louder and so the only way to increase the intensity of the song is to moan even more excessively than Axl Rose, not an easy feat considering the lead singer's prodigious talent at moaning. "Constance, mm yeah, mm yeah, oooooh," wailed SB as Matt turned an alarming shade of pink and tried to club him into submission.

SB is planning to serenade them with this at their wedding in September. Because that's how douchebags show affection to each other.

Sunday, April 5, 2015


SB, not a morning person, had to ascertain with me that today was Easter. "What are we going to do today?" he asked me. My response was that we were going to celebrate this fine day by lurking in the air conditioned splendor of the apartment and hide from the sun due to my flaming red skin color. Yesterday was a very bright and sunny day, the first of the year that I can recall, and my sunblock did not last for the two hours that I was out with my dragonboat group. And then I went on a hike with SB and the dogs.

And this is how I have managed to trap myself at home watching SB watch The Life of Brian. He will stop in the middle of the movie and replay the scene of Biggus Dickus several times, chortling along with the Romans.

If you have never heard of Biggus Dickus, you can read about the historical (hysterical?) Roman legate here.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

celebrate tonight...and tomorrow

In case you didn't know that Valley won the top honors in last night's grand championship, the sheer number of red polo clad celebrants gathered around the Valley Bar & Grill may have clued you in. I wonder how many of their number haven't been home is 24 hours. There was an impressive haka performed by shirtless men and the requisite number of animal costumes. I made the mistake of stopping to talk with some familiar faces as SB and I were returning home from a walk with the dogs. Tippy was snuggled against her will by a very large man while I had to suffer the embarrassment of having to extract Elsie from where she stood peering up another man's kilt on several occasions; she just kept returning for another look or sniff or whatever it was that so fascinated her.

Of the five teams that made it to grand championship finals, I saw four of them win. I didn't see if the fifth team also won but four wins is plenty. The men and women won the premiership divisions. In my opinion the best match by far was the lower Premiership A division, between Valley and Football Club. Valley won by a comfortable score margin but Football Club never stopped competing. The players' talent level and intensity made for good viewing, and there were enough mistakes and strange decisions to keep the match interesting. I felt that the premiership grand final was clinical and well executed by both Valley and HKCC, which was probably to the pleasure of the coaching staff but not as fun for the spectators. In the 79th minute of the match when it became clear that HKCC was not going to win, things became interesting. Suddenly the attack got more creative and it led to an exciting consolation try. 

For my club, SCAA CWB's top team made it to the Championship grand final, which we won over Gai Wu. It was a messy match with moments of brilliance almost immediately followed by moments of disaster. It was good viewing if you were not invested in a team. I spent the waning minutes of the match in agony as our team committed penalty after penalty. 

Next season will be an interesting one as we have a lot of changes ahead. Our top men's team is going to do a lot of soul searching over the summer and decide if they will remain in Championship or move up a division. I will also be doing a lot of soul searching because while I hope to remain as the mini chairman, I may return as a player...for another team. I have only ever played with SCAA CWB and I never thought that I would leave them but after a season away I don't think that I'm really ready to hang up my boots, and returning to the women's team is not an option. I've been kindly invited to join two nearby clubs so we'll see if I can actually stomach the move.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

gone tomorrow...or today

What a week it has been! Four of the colleagues who I used to occasionally have lunch with disappeared after we came back from the Chinese New Year. That's when I found out that our company does a spring cleaning of sorts. Our HR policies are such that their desks still contain personal effects which I assume will be boxed up and sent to them in the near future.

And then my boss quit rather spectacularly. Oy vey, as my neighbor used to say. I would be nervous if not for the fact that very few people want to do what I do, much less have any experience at it. Of course this means that my new boss doesn't seem to want the promotion, or at least that's what I figured after watching her anxious facial expression as I explained the bones of the project. I didn't even get to the messy stuff before she said that she would need several weeks if not months to review and get caught up. Ha! Ain't nobody got that kind of time (though I keep that thought to myself for now).

I was especially thrilled when she told me that she doesn't get along well with other women. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with that information. Was she warning me or do I need to stop showing up to work in work boots and a hardhat?