An Inexperienced Driver's Observation

Spelling and Grammatic Discaimer:-
For those of you reading My blog for the first time, you will soon realize that My Blog is overrun wwith spelling and Grammatical errors. Now, I can tell you this is due the fact that I don't type anywhere as near as fast as i think, due to the fact I 'search and peck' (dont ask, yes I am a programmer, I get by, so what), or it may be just a case where i am too lazy to be more diligent abbout what I right. In iether case I dont have time, no wait........, I dont feel like using spell check and as such u may continue reading at your own risk.

On my way bak to work today I dicided to touch the very politicaly incorrect topic of Male vs Female Drivers. However I must be careful here as the majority of my feinds are female and are better drivers than I will prob ever be (what do u think BB & LibraMan, think thats enough for me not to get killed?).
On my way here, @ the inersection near Souveriegn where the Traffic Lights aren't working, there was a driver who clearly could safely go, but was hesitating for no good reason, and I caught myself thinking; "I bet its a femal Driver", and lo and Behold I was right.
Now dont get me wrong, I have learned that all drivers are "stupid", "retarded" or whatever choice word you use to describe the person who 'bad-drove' you today. It is just of matter of when ur brain is gonna dicide to go haywire and u make some "stupid" move that will justify whoever was behind in thinking all of the above.
What I have noticed is that a few women (very few and no one I know except one person who I will not name for my own safety) just have a very timid way of driving and that leads to trouble. Men Suffer, sorry correction, TAXI DRIVERS..... and a few other men, suffer from too much testostorone on the road and as suchh drive way too aggressively.

A perfect example are 2 incident at a stop light that wasnt working; I'll leave you to guess the gender for each driver;

Case 1. There was a driver(a) that unable to make up their mind Inching out slowly and stopping, holding every one bak while the uncoming driver(b) has to now stop cause the person couldnt make up there mind I wether or not the the uncoming car(b) had NOS in the tank was gonna accelerate and distroy their(a) car.
Case 2. At the Same Stop light, there is clearly a car coming at a rather fast speed, but its gonna take them about 6 seconds or less to reach the intersection, So of course the driver waiting decides to take the chance and shoots out, barely making it as the other speeding car had to swerve to avoid a collision.

This is Steriotypically the Difference between male and female divers, Mind you there are exceptions to every rule and I can say that the women I drive with Would never do iether of the 2 :D.

But seriously though, I find it annoying when I hear Men complain about female drivers and make extreme comments such as they should not be allowed to drive. I honestly think if you live without sin you should cast the first stone, cause if they were so bad to begin with, wouldn't women be more likely to be in Major accidents than men?
Remember we are all human as such all prone to irrationally retarted and Stupid Behaviour.

Another issue I have nagging suspicion that at our Driving Depos Women are tested harder than men are. While preparing for my exams all the women I knew kept on telling me that I prob gonna fale on my first try, on the other hand, the guys I spoke to made sure that it was as good as mine, cause Minor mistakes would be overlooked. On the test I made one huge mistake after the other, but having testosterone, I played it of as "macho" as I could and what do you know, I had my liscence, naturally my instructor (who was female btw) wasn't too pleased cause she said I should have faled.
The point is If you listen to diff. stories of the exam Depo u realize that Women are more likely to fale on the first try, at least with people I have spoken to. I refuse to believe that its because men are naturally better drivers, but then again there arer other factors at play here, Females do get treated diff. when growing up than men, hmmmmmmm.

Now I know that I have pissed of a couple people so i'll stop here
For the record, the one person who did not name is not somebody in Kingston. or MoBay.

Another E-mail

Another Email I had to share, very profound.


The Poodle
A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her
faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company. One day the
poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that
she's lost. Wandering about, she notices a leopard heading rapidly in her
direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some
bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the
bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to
leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard!
I wonder if there are any more around here."

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of
terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!, says the
leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection
from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after
the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The
monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal
for himself with the leopard.

The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey
hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!"

Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and
thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits
down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them yet,
and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says: "Where's
that wretched monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!"
Moral of this story...

Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and
skill and brilliance only come with age and experience!

My Favorite Soap opera (cnt'd)

This blog is a continuation from a blog I wrote on Two TV Shows That I love dearly.

After watching some re-runs of star Treck last night, I have finally decided to declare it officially My favourite TV show of all times, and that is a major feat.
For those of you questioning the name of this blog, in a previous blog on this show, I mentioned that a freind of mind from high school hated it because to him it was just a soap opera of ethics, I cannot blame him really, I suspect he finds "Sienfeld" riveting.
But enough of that, this blog seeks to speak of the Borg. Like I said, the Star Trek universe is an imperfect perfection, a very realistic look at what an ideal society would look like and how it would work. Now, all episodes dealling with the Borg, to me, are the amongst the best ever produced by the Star Trek writers, they allowed us to see a part Picard that is not allways visible. They showed us his weakness and his faults; we stood with him as he tried to overcome these, to fight the demons within and without, and we fealt his pain as he camne close to looseing all that was dear to him. In the end, though, he triumphed, and the Federation lived on, but not before the Irony that was the Borg was fully explored.
What is this Irony u ask, well, let me begin by reminding you that the Star Trek world, or rather, The federation represents a form of perfectly united society, one in which every one is soppose to be happy, where there is no war, no strife, no crime, no poverty, no essential need unsatisfied. But like i said this perfectction is imperfect, simply because there were always a differences in opinions, there is always a someone or a situation that led to conflict. What the Borg showed us, is that this was simply due the blessing/curse of induviduallity. Here I smile. What the writers were trying to tell us, is that for any society to become Utopic, each individual has to sacrifice his, hers, or it's induviduality for the sake of the greater good. The Borg Illustrated this best as the hive represented a 'Collective Conciousness' where the each induvidual's thoughts contibuted to the the entity that was Borg, the price was, of course, that you had no control of that conciousness, u were but a drop of water in a sea, u contributed but you could not go against the tide.
Now there are those who would have willingly accepted this form of Utopic existance, but the borg aggressivly imposed its beliefs on others, simply because that is the nature of beliefs. If you look at it, u begin to realize that the borg are not that much diff from the Federation in turms of goals, its their methods that differed.
The federation explored and sought out new worlds, in a hope to make them freinds and have them become apart of the federation, what is left unsaid is the fact that to be apart of the federation u have to follow the rules and guidlines that Govern that group, likwise the Borg. What is obvious, is the fact that the federation and the borg were bound to meet and fight. why? because they believed in the same things but took different paths and as a reslt they end up coming from opposing ends towards the same goal.
And That my freinds is the Irony that is the Borg. I could go on and on but, I have run out of time and u prob tiered of reading this now, so till next time....."Live Long & Prosper".

Letting Go?

This an unfinished poem from a very troubled freind of mine. Tell me what you think,
Not sure I agree with the last part though.
And Dont worry, they dont mind me putting it up, they just wanted feedback.


To release something that you never realized you held on to
Removes a burden you never knew you carried
And now, that you are able to walk straighter,
u ask, is life that much greater?
For no matter how much you try to fool yourself
And deny how it feels
There is always something there, nagging
That never seems to heal
So on we try to move with our lives
And from the truth we sometimes try to hide
But soon u learn what they say is not quite true
That Time heals all, that’s just poo
For what it really is,
Is the ability for you to face,
the hurt of the memory and still go through the day.