Archive for the ‘Odd’ Category

Malum aliud generat malum

Well I haven’t blogged in a while, mostly because of time, but also because of my very own Cyber “Stalker”. Since I don’t have a real name for this person he/she will now be called Grimalkin, (look it up) . I have decided that there is nothing that I can do about him/her and I’m not prepared to run and hide so I’ll just keep on with my life.

Grimalkin faded into the background for a while and I thought that he/she may have developed another passion, perhaps looking after many of cats. Then I noticed that I was receiving email newsletters form sites that I had not signed up for. They ranged form Frommers, the travel magazine, to Boston Pride. It was a odd collection.   But once again with an overwhelming homosexual theme.  Once again, is this supposed to enrage me?  Upset me?  Get with the times Grimalkin.  Calling someone gay, or insinuating that they are homosexual is not a put down.  You’ll be calling me “white” next.  Ouch that’d hurt.

I find it surprising that this day and age that you can sign up someone else to website’s email list and that they do not send a conformation email, to see if it was really you. These enewsletters were a little annoying, but really they were like spam so easily ignorable.

So to take it up a notch Gimalkin, has now taken my photo offline and set up an OK Cupid account. Supposedly:

I’m looking for that special man to share my life with. I am an active outdoorsman who loves to camp, hike, fish, and mountain bike so my special man needs to have a love for the outdoors and be able to keep up with me. On another side of me I don’t mind a quiet evening at home with my special someone, be it watching a movie or a quiet dinner or snuggling by the fireplace with a nice glass of wine.”

Looking at the rest of the profile I’m a bit of a catch. To bad that I’m madly in love with my sweetie and that I’m a straight as a lodgepole pine. Good thing that I’m comfortable with who I am. Grimalkin must really have no life. I’m beginning to feel sorry for her/him. Perhaps they need to see someone about their deeply disturbing troubles.

So once again, this is a calling to my cyber-harpy. Quit hiding and show yourself.


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Somethings make you go hmm.

Today we headed across the Malaspina Strait to Texada the largest of all the gulf islands. A bustling island 52 km long by 10 km wide. It has a small population of 1,300. Mostly employed in the mining and forestry. I have not been across to Texada to drive around except once when I was about six.

The best part of Texada growing up was whenever my Dad went fishing (something I found incredibly boring) he would let me off on the beaches. They were my private playground where I could beachcomb and find many incredible treasures such as logging ropes, timber and once I found half of a pre-made made deck that we precariously brought back as waves washed over the front of our little 12 foot open tin boat. That deck lasted until last year when it was crushed under a back-hoe doing some work on the property.

Ok enough with the reminiscing.

Now and then my dad is the worst person to go sight seeing with. He is one of those people that go 30 in 60 zones, looking around at everything to be seen. Oblivious to vehicles that come up impatiently behind. There were many times where he had to be made aware that there was someone chopping the bit behind us. But the one good thing of going that slow is you get to see every bush and fern along the way. Our end point on this journey was a place called Shingle Beach, It wasn’t a planned end point, it just happened that that was a far as we got down the island.

Shingle Beach is a pretty little BC Ministry of Forestry camp grounds that are hardly ever used and are beautiful. If you ever want a nice camping spot, usually appealing, usually secluded, usually easy to drive to check out the Ministry of Forest campgrounds in your area. While we were at the beach I notice a numbed of cute little signs, such as “Non-potable water (don’t drink)”, or “Careful Steep Cliffs don’t Navigate at Night”. Or “Warning Cliffs no Camping BE SAFE”. I like taking pictures of funny signs, so It made sense to take one of these. When I did I found that the image came out all streaky. So I took about six more right around the sign and found exactly the same phenomena. The next picture I took at the of the BC forest camp fire can came out clear.

When I got home, by chance I decided to look up Shingle Beach on the net and found out the reason why the sign is there is because last summer a 28 yr old from Vancouver camped on top of the rocks during a music ‘fest and died as he fell off the cliffs.

I am not a very superstitious man. I have always taken things that go bump in the night with a grain of salt and analyzed them until I could make sense of what I was hearing. Like when I used to lock up the neighborhood church at night in the dark, after 4 years I was able to tell you what every creak and bang was. I don’t know what caused the pictures to do that. I have take over 8, 000 pictures with my little Cannon Elph and have never seen these results. This is something that makes me want to go hmm. Very similar to the hmm that I am still processing with the little girl voices and foot steps that Travis told me about in his old parents home.

You can draw your own conclusions… I’m still going to go hmm on this one.

View at Shingle Beach

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Tonight I was going to write about snakes and black berries. Maybe try to work in a little segue into the garden of eden and choices that all of us make. So I uploaded the pics that I wanted to use into Flickr.

When I open Flickr I found that I have been added as someone’s new contact. I think that It is a little bit flattering to be added as someone’s contact. Not knowing who this person is I decided to view their profile.

It was one that has no photo’s no favorites and, only contacts. There was a link on his/her page that says “Where I live”. Being the curious individual that I am I clicked it and this is what I found.

So if they don’t know where this person is….

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