I hate fat ignorant people

I don't mean that I hate all fat people, or that those I do hate I hate because they are fat. No, I hate those fat people that impose their fatness upon the rest of the world.

Take for instance my trip home from Comox. I was lucky enough to have an empty seat between myself and the window-seat on the leg from Comox to Calgary. I foolishly took this as a sign that because I chose to travel overnight that the plane may be less than full on the Calgary-Toronto leg. Oh how misguided my thoughts were. I finally get on the plane in Calgary at 12:30am after a 4 hour layover, only to be greeted by a couple snuggling in the whole 3-seat-wide row. Now normally I really wouldn't care, but due to this womans incredibly wide thighs they had chosen to raise the armrest between the seats... not only between their two seats, but they raised MINE as well! So this chicks ass is spilling across 3 seats.

I thought maybe I'd be able to deal with the situation. Maybe it won't be all that bad.
That lasted about 10 minutes. I reached up and hauled the armrest down, squeezing the chicks thigh back on to her side of the seat cushion... I thought to myself, "finally I can breathe!" But NO... the fatass is too warm now so she takes off her jacket, revealing the fact that she's wearing a belly-shirt which doesn't cover shit all, then she takes the liberty of tucking her jacket on to MY side of the armrest, and virtually tossing her fat shoulder into my ribs in an attempt to gain some ground. I'd had it at this point. We were airborne and I was trying to get some sleep, so I turned sideways (the only way I could actually reach the back of my own chair) and wedged myself back into position, earning me a dirty look from the fat one. I didn't care, I had carved out some space and was trying to finally get some sleep.
I wake up about 30 min later when I get cracked in the back of the skull by the drink cart coming down the aisle. The fatass had sneakily been shoving her way further and further over towards me and pushing me further into the aisle. Her fatass boyfriend was snoring (loudly) on her shoulder, her mouth was open pointing at me and her breath stank. I was not a happy camper. I pushed back in a less than tactful way, and I don't even think she felt it. My elbow must have sank 6 inches into her side. Every time she would shift position, her thigh would try to creep under the armrest and shove it back up. I swear that thing had a mind of its own. I had to lean on the armrest with all my weight once, in conjunction with a shoulder push to avoid the drink cart again, to get the point across that I was NOT interested in snuggling with the fat blob and her snoring companion. I don't think they got the point.
This went on for another 2 and a half hours.

I've landed, I'm happy, I'm exhausted but I'm free. I'm trying to get to the baggage claim, when I get caught up behind pedestrian traffic. Now the hallways in terminal 3 are quite wide, you can probably walk 8 abreast there. In fact, there was a group of 5 taking up only half the hallway, but a fat, dumpy, slow-moving couple were taking up the other half. Yes, they took up the space of 5 people. They had spaced themselves out perfectly, leaving just enough space between them, the wall, and the other group that if you had tried to push through it would have been rude. I was ready to be rude. I think the restraint shown by not dangling a strip of uncooked bacon in front of their noses in order to make them move faster was polite enough.

Are people in general really that oblivious? If so, why is it fat ignorant people that make it their duty in life to get in the way of everyone else? Walk behind other slow-moving peole, shove your boyfriends fat head into the window, I don't care! Just don't impose your fatness on me or the rest of the world! I almost tripped half a dozen people on their way to the bathroom because I was hanging halfway off my seat!

Think I could claim the flight back from WestJet for 'physical and emotional trauma'? Maybe I could just get them to impose an ass-size limit the same way they measure your carry-on. If you can't fit into a seat by the check-in desk, you're screwed.

I'm heading to the gym.

Brain Late Night Idle Chatter... or a BLINC if you like

So I was thinking, I have a lot of questions! Not simple questions like 'what am I going to do tomorrow' or something menial like that. I have questions like "what if". And that got me thinking about phrases I use to communicate these thoughts and questions. That also led me to realise that, I have a strong feeling that I'm going to use the phrase 'So that got me wondering, what if....' a lot in the life of this Blog.

Now THAT got me thinking about a lot of other things, like how has our progress slowed down so bloody much? I'm not talking about computer progress, or improvements in cars, or building techniques. I'm thinking more about the kind of progress that inspires the entire planet. Something that truly catches the imagination of an entire generation.
Take for instance, the airplane (a topic of which I'm thoroughly versed). I highly doubt that thoughts of lucrative airlines, powerful warplanes, or money money money were in the minds of those first few aviation pioneers. They likely asked themselves, what if? What if I actually made an effort to try something new? To create a brand new THING. Not to make money, not to wage a better war, but just to do it...

In my own weird view of history, if we (as a species?) could be so inspired by something like flight without perverting it into a vehicle of violence or an extension of political will, what could we have acheived by now? Would we have already reached Mars? Jupiter's Moons? Other solar systems? Or is petty infighting, desire for power, and plain jealousy so powerful and deeply ingrained into our being that it would be impossible to have cooperation on such a massive scale? I guess I've been watching too much Star Trek. That planetary group-think "What If" is inspiring to me at least. Gene Roddenberry, you're a genious. I think we should take people with that kind of imagination and let them run the planet for a while. Smack those who need it, help those who don't, leave those alone who want to be left alone. Ah Utopia, it's a wonderful place in my mind.
More thoughts pop into my head. Thoughts about current disputes; religion, money, politics. I could ramble for hours, but I don't have hours now.

Don't BLINC or you'll miss what's going on in my head!

And the Pics just keep on comin!

I don't know about you, but if I were the cameraman, I'd want to be standing behind a few inches of bulletproof Lexan with the looks that these cats are giving. These are some seriously pissed off felines!

I'm a bad, bad man.

At least this pooch has some sense of the gross diference in scale when the psycho kitty (with the evil glowing green eyes) bares his claws in a hopeless attempt at defense... we can only hope!
Perhaps the psycho kitty (who from now on will be referred to as "TPK") believes that he's hiding behind a magic yellow.....thing..... of power that will spontaneously transform him into a dog-eating monster.
Maybe TPK has dozens of evil green glowie eyed friends hiding behind the dog's back and is just distracting the poor unsuspecting puppy while they sneak to within striking distance.

Cat's are evil like that.

You make kitty scared

So I was talking to Chris (as many of my ideas begin) and he sends me this picture... and of course, I laugh! But why? Well... probably because I'm a dog person. This amuses me because this cat is obviously in terror.
How bad would you feel if you picked up a poor defenseless furball, shoved a camera in its face and snapped a shot of it's reaction and ended up with THIS?
In my case... I don't think I'd feel bad at all! Though I'm not creative enough to come up with a line as witty as 'you make kitty scared', I do think I'd likely post it on the internet and hope that someone with more imagination than myself would create a picture that years later would come back to me and someone would be telling me "holy crap this is priceless".

Time to grab my camera. Here kitty kitty.....