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The ramblings of Yetibuddy

A study in real life

Delusional Trump Jr. Thinks Being Leader Of The Free World Would Be ‘Step Down’ For His Dad (VIDEO)
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Here is my latest article for Reverb Press, an online publication that I have been writing at for almost a year now.

http://reverbpress.com/politics/donald-trump-jr-president-step-down/

Is This Thing On?
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Well, I haven't been HERE for quite a long time. I don't even know what inspired me to check this out. Actually, I do. Just looking around the internet for new places and spaces to share my stuff. Wondered how active things were over here on LiveJournal. Does anyone use it anymore? I know I haven't been.

Long time no write
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This entry comes as prompted by Myles Kitagawa who has been a long time online friend, met through Live Journal. It was his birthday yesterday and he requested a reunion of sorts via a Live Journal post. I'm a day late. But that's per normal. Regardless, I will start with a happy birthday greeting for Myles!

It has been years since I have posted here. It looks like 2010 was the last time. Back then we lived in Turkey. Since then we moved to Qatar for 3 years and are now back in Canada living in Winnipeg. We have two boys who are 3 and 5 who go to school right across the street from the house we bought. Elyssa has a good, stable, full time job at University of Manitoba.

Over the time we were overseas, we got a lot of great travelling in. I've been to Russia, Bulgaria, France, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Poland, Slovakia, Belgium, Ukraine, Egypt, Sri Lanka, Nepal, and the UK. It was a great time in life, indeed. But it is nice to be settled in one place, with our own house and stability as well. Mind you, the last two winters here in Winnipeg have been so horrible that I am finding Winnipeg not to be my ideal location. I can't handle these darn winters!

Let's see, what else. Oh, I'm a stay at home dad. I have no external job. Mind you, given all that being a stay at home parent involves...I don't have the time or energy for an external job. Anyway, this set up is working great for our family. It's nice to be able to stay at home with the boys.

I have, however, found a hobby that I enjoy. Comedy. I'm doing stand up comedy. Yup. It's fun! I like making people laugh, writing and all that jazz. I've met a ton of nice, good people doing it and it gets me out of the house. I recently got second place in a competition in Thunder Bay, my hometown. I was pretty happy with that!

I've done some writing for various websites, so that is good. Haven't been paid. I don't get paid for anything I do. I just do it. Who needs to be paid for their hard work anyway...:) I mean that in terms of the writing or comedy. Parenting isn't something that should be seen as a paid profession. It's called being a responsible adult I believe. It is a labour of love. And I'm okay with that without a doubt. Given that though, my wife still does the lions share of the work around this place and works at the U of M to boot. I don't know how she does it....but she does.

That's a bit of a summary of what life has been like for me since I last wrote. Oh, I could probably go on and on about little details. But, this is the gist. Life, as always, is good. I keep plugging along and living it the best I can. It is life. It is a life. It is my life.

New Blog
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I haven't used livejournal in a long time. I got myself one of those fancy blogger accounts. It seems not bad. I've been writing in there, albeit sporadically.

http://blogoftheunknownwriter.blogspot.com/

Come, visit, say hi, see what little I have written!

Crazy Castle Lady
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So, I was up at the castle in Ankara on Saturday. It's a lovely place. I quite like going up there. I was wandering around town, and just ended up wandering up the hill towards the castle. I figured while I was there, I should go through the gates. I did, and then I walked over to part of the castle which makes up a section of the inner walls. At the base is a stone. It's a block, really. There is nothing significant about this stone, as far as I can see. Obviously it is old, and part of the castle, and was probably in a wall at one point in the structures long history. It isn't finished, it isn't refined, it isn't a fine example of anything, as far as I can see. So, I sat.

Now, there is an old lady who lives up in that castle. She can often be seen either giving out religious literature, attempting to get people to come into her house for a fee to see what a real Ottoman home is like, or setting up a small, sad display of second hand items on a TV tray to sell. She's a bit of an odd duck. Generally when I see her, she is yelling at someone about something. This time...it was me that she was yelling at. I had sat for, maybe a minute when she saw me, and started yelling. She grabbed a water container filled with water, running towards me yelling "GET UP! GET UP!" She speaks perfect English. I was caught rather by surprise, and in not the best of moods to begin with. I said "No!". Oh boy, she was screaming and yelling about this stone and how it is a historical relic and it must be preserved (well, I can't honestly say that she wasn't 100 percent right on this subject, and, realistically, it might not have been the best idea to sit there) and she kept yelling at me to get up because she wanted to pour water on the stone so I couldn't sit their anymore. She started yelling at me and asking me if I would I would do this in my country. I yelled back "I LIVE HERE! This IS my country!" And, if I was in Canada where I am originally from, yes, I probably would sit on a square rock, and it would probably be just as old as that one...say 4.2 billion years or however old the earth is...that's generally how old many rocks are. Oh sure, there are newer ones...upgraded models if you will. But, most rocks are pretty darn old. And, this one appeared to have survived a good few thousand years, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to actually break it. It was good and solid, as rocks tend to be. Heavy. I wasn't about to obscond with it or anything. It was fairly safe as far as I was concerned.

I was mad. I was livid. I was feisty. I was not putting up with this lady. We had a good row. I told her off. She told me off. We assembled a good crowd of onlookers, and, then, a very nice gentleman stepped in, and he was very nice. I would not have moved for that lady, but this guy, yes, I would move for. And I did. But, ohhh, this lady...grrrrr. The problem is, when incidents like these happen, I have so much trouble letting go of them. They stay with me for years. They come up and they haunt me. When I'm lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, my mind will race, and things like this pop in and get me all wired up. I can imagine myself 10 years from now, whereever we happen to be, lying in bed at 2am thinking about this lady in the castle in Ankara and saying "I wish I had said...."

I wish I broke that block...just out of spite.

listening to "I Remember You - Chixdiggit!" on Blip
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Ahhhh....the memories.

listening to "Statistician's Blues - Todd Snider" on Blip
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Chris's song for the day from Todd Snider.

listening to "You're My Favorite Waste of Time - Marshall Crenshaw" on Blip
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Lovely!

Makin' New Friends
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My son and I like to go for walks. I do most of the walking mind you. He kinda lies there asleep in his stroller. The other day, as we left our apartment complex and wheeled out of the gate, we were met by a very large, but ultimately, very friendly dog. I must also add that he was, well, a very stupid dog. I can’t say I have ever seen a dog this stupid. But, he was friendly; I have to point that out once again. For some reason, this dog decided that he was going to go for a walk with us, which I was perfectly okay with, and my son seemed perfectly okay with. We didn’t really have a choice anyway. The dog was coming with us…he had made up his mind. And with us he went…on the whole 2 hour walk. He was always close by, either slightly in front of us or behind us, doing his stray dog thing. He would sniff and play and pick up scraps of food and bark at other dogs. But, he would also stand in the middle of the road as cars headed straight for him. I’m not exactly sure how this dog has made it this far in life. It must be his friendliness that has saved him. Anyway, along the side of the road I would walk, pushing the carriage, and off into the road he would run, and, well, he was our new friend and all, so I felt we had a bit of a bond, and therefore I had a duty to protect him. I would yell at him “Get off the road!” but he wouldn’t. He just stood there watching as a car would come towards him, forcing them to stop or swerve to miss him. As people drove by, they looked at me with that glaring would-you-get-control-of-your-dog kinda look, and I didn’t know what to do…he wasn’t my dog, per say, he was a stray who befriended us. He probably hasn’t had to answer to anyone in his whole life, why would he listen to me? And, he didn’t. He would wander up to, say, a giant dog, frothing at the mouth, tethered to the side of a construction trailer, stand just far enough out of reach to make the dog go absolutely crazy, and proceed to wag his tail. I would say “DOG…stop that…your gonna get killed!” Then, it hit me. Maybe it wasn’t that he wouldn’t listen. He wasn’t listening to me because he wasn’t a dog…he was a kopek! He’s Turkish. Unfortunately, I don’t know enough Turkish to have been much help. “KOPEK…DIKKAT…ARABA GELIYOR!!!” To try and augment my lack of Turkish abilities, I resorted to sign language…putting my hands together and saying “YOU….CAR….SPLAT!” But, nothing worked. He’s an independent sort, and it’s got him this far already, so, I can only presume that he will make it. So, from the moment we left the front gates, he was with us. I pushed Fritz through a muddy field, through several ditches, up a dirt road, through thick, dry grass…no matter where we went, kopek came along. What a loyal stray! I do have to thank him for keeping other dogs at bay. See, me and Fritz, we like to go to a village not far away called Beytepe. It’s a rough little neighbourhood, let me tell you. It’s not the people, no. It’s the other kopekler! They’re nuts there. One day, while walking through a muddy trail, we found ourselves surrounded by a very angry group of dogs. First, behind us. Then, in front of us. They were going absolutely nuts! And, they weren’t very friendly looking at all. I looked around, wondering what to do, peeked into the carriage, and there was Fritz, sound asleep. I was all like “THANKS! THANKS A LOT! I could really use your help right now!” It was the first time I had to through a rock at a pack of ravenous dogs to scare them away. It worked and we got out alive, no thanks to Fritz. Well, on the walk with our little stray kopek friend, HE took care of the dogs for us. With him around, not a dog came near us….they just barked from afar. It was like he belonged there, as though they knew him…he had a reputation and they weren’t going to mess with him. They knew that he has stared down cars, and lived to tell about it. Given that, we must be thankful to kopek for his help. It was one of those “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” sorta things I suppose. As the sun began to set and the air cooled, it was time to head back home…and our little furry friend was with us every step of the way, right until the front gate, the gate we had all left from 2 hours earlier. And, as soon as we got through….he was gone. We haven’t seen him since.


Our New Friend


Istanbul Audio
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Istanbul, Taksim area, music from bars overlapping...


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