There's No Denying It

I have tried, in vain, on more than occasion to deny Todd's parentage. Well, there's no denying that I'm his Mommy, but his Daddy's "true identity" has been some source of contention many a time. I always try to deny that he's really Allan's son. All Allan has to do is point out Todd's big ears, his freakishly tall height, and his cleft chin to prove it's his son. And let's not even point out the obvious: it's physically impossible for anyone else to be Todd's father.

Still, I clung tenaciously to my denial.

Then came last weekend, whereupon I captured some video that sealed the deal. And it's not in my favor. After this, there's no more denying that my little man has Knight blood in him. What else would explain these bizarre actions and ensuing rationale? See for yourself:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/270909118)

When in Rome...

Amidst the flurry of profile comments that were flying around (mostly from Lisa in the UK, and one from Scot in Michigan) this past hour, I noticed something unusual when the email notifications finally caught up once Outlook Express downloaded them.

Here is a snapshot of a couple entries in my Inbox:



Notice anything interesting? The title for Scot's comment has the date in MM/DD form and the time in 12-hour AM/PM form whereas the one for Lisa's comment follows the European standard: DD/MM and 24-hour timestamp.

I thought it was fascinating that the titles of those notifications matched not MY preferences/country-specific foibles, but those of the person who wrote the comment!

 (originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/270460021)

Read and Respond

This looked like fun, and it's a twist on the usual surveys and quizzes we mindlessly fill out:

Comment in my blog on this post, and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you. Or a random question that's not necessarily the most burning one ;-P
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog.

Remember: you're not supposed to answer any of these questions on here, all you have to do is leave a comment and I'll reply to it by answering those questions about YOU.

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/268234027)

And now, for a more somber post

I don't blog somber entries very often. The most serious I've ever gotten is a boring account of my life's events, or maybe getting on my soapbox and venting about something.

But when I browsed through Myspace's video section and came across this video, I HAD to blog it. Most of my friends who truly know me know that it takes a LOT to move me and even more to move me to tears. And I was quite misty-eyed by the end of this video.

As a brief synopsis, it's a video meant to tug at your heartstrings and remind people of why Breed-Specific Legislation (aka BSL) isn't a good idea. I'm sure you've all seen it-- proposed laws mandating the spaying/neutering of certain "dangerous" breeds (usually pit bulls and Rottweilers), even putting them to death. It's discrimination at its finest and fails to address the real problem: humans and their handling of animals. More often than not, it's irresponsible ownership that causes a dog's behavior.

I came across this website, which provides lots of useful information and good links about BSL. It's a term I'd never heard of until today (I looked it up when I kept seeing the acronym throughout the video). And I thought I'd spread the word:
http://www.stopbsl.com/index.htm

 Now get your hankies out for the video:



I had to come back and edit this post to add a video I found that featured the second-most-targeted breed (and, in case you couldn't tell from my previous postings and avatars, my favorite dog), the Rottweiler:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/267578474)

Don't Mess with Granny

I was browsing through Google videos and this was the first one I happened to come across in their "Popular" section. You can see why it's in that category. Now, given my road rage stories, I am no saint when it comes to dealing with pedestrians taking their sweet time crossing the road. But come on-- this is an old lady for heaven's sake! Is honking and revving the engine really gonna magically make her old legs work better?

So it was particularly amusing to watch her give the Mercedes-flaunting yuppie his just desserts :-D




(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/267175553)

Proof That Cats are Evil

Nearly a year ago I blogged with glee a video that had me in stitches everytime I saw it. As I have a natural aversion to cats, I thought I'd spread the hilarity on my Grab blog:

http://blogs.grab.com/hellykwee/214566

And while most people also found it funny, I was chastised a few times for my active dislike of cats. So, I present to you today: proof that cats really ARE the spawn of Satan himself. Cover your ears (and Scot-- please don't kill me! ):




(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/266076245)

Lisa's Soulmate, Part 2

Hehehe... I swear, my Myspace blog is turning into a "Working Daze" repository.

This entry is sort of a continuation of this one, where I found Lisa's BG-loving soulmate in the form of a geek cartoon character on the comic strip "Working Daze". Here he is again, putting it all into perspective once more:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/265781559)

Road Rage, justified

Snippet of a phone conversation between me and Allan a while ago:

Allan: I love you
Helly: IDIOT! Freakin' moron!!

Surprisingly, we have conversations like this fairly often.

More surprisingly, Allan hasn't been deterred from talking to me on the phone. Why? You'll see...

Inspired by Ryan's blog entry about the top road rage cities in the country, I decided to compile a few personal incidents that illustrate why Los Angeles deserves its spot in the Top 5.

Of course, in my stories, the person suffering from acute road rage is... me.

Long ago, I blogged about some of my pet peeves. It wasn't until I'd finished and re-read it that I realized how many of them were traffic-related (and categorized the list accordingly).

As you can tell from my "pet peeves" entry, cruising in the passing (or left, here in the US) lane really irks me. I find it riskier to have to pass someone on the right, and hate having to be in such a position. Then one morning on the way to work, someone decided to take that concept to a whole new level. After having driven on German roads and the Autobahn for 4 years, I was very appreciative of the fact that California freeways have practically endless merging room for on-ramps. I was cruising merrily along in the rightmost lane, spied a pickup truck getting on the freeway, and sped up a little so I could get out of his way, as he wasn't going fast enough to pass me by the time I reached the on-ramp. He merged behind me with plenty of room to spare. Next thing I knew, he shot out to try to pass me. Not in the left lane, which was empty. But to my right (the lane was still in merge stage and hadn't completely narrowed). You can bet that I leaned on my horn for several seconds straight while he was passing me. If I hadn't been watching him in my rearview mirror the entire time, I wouldn't have slowed down to make way for him, and we would've collided. Needless to say, the adrenalin was still pumping by the time I arrived at work 25 minutes later.

Every once in a while you find yourself in the wrong lane. Sometimes you're lucky and can shoot over to the correct lane (be it a freeway exit, or a right-turn lane on the street, or whatever) without impeding traffic because there's no cars behind you. No problem. But if not, does it really hurt to continue on until you get a chance to turn around and get back on track? Apparently not for some, who seem intent on nosing their way into the correct lane while inconveniencing those of us behind him. Like the time I pulled up to an intersection, going straight, while the cars in the right-turn-only lane next to me made their turns. When the light turned green, the guy in front of me decided to to try to turn right anyway, from OUR lane! Of course, he had to stop and wait for pedestrians to cross. I honked my horn at him to no avail, because now he was blocking me. Worse yet? He had the nerve to flip ME off for honking at him-- when he was making an illegal turn!!

Then there was the time I basically played chicken with a guy who apparently couldn't read all the road signs telling him he was going the wrong way down a one-way street. I flashed my high beams at him, tried honking my horn at him-- still didn't get the message. So I stayed my course in the middle of the very narrow road, head-on towards him, until, at the very last minute, he finally swerved into a parking lot along the road and got the hell out of the way. You can bet I was cussing up a blue streak all the while!

But motorists aren't the only ones out there who cause aggravation. Pedestrians can be equally bad. I will never forget the group of college students not only jaywalking, but ambling SLOWLY across the street. They moved so nonchalantly that I actually had to take a second look at the traffic light to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and that I actually had the green light, not them. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting them, and when I blared my horn angrily at them, they simply looked up and stared at me with vacant expressions. They must've been either drunk or stoned, or both. Or maybe they just had a combined IQ of a pinhead.

I miss driving in Germany, where the majority of drivers had a healthy respect for the road. At the very least, with no speed limits in most parts of the country, you were bound to never get stuck behind granny doing 40mph in the left-most lane of the freeway!

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/265323986)

Roles Reversed

Yesterday's "One Big Happy" comic reminds me of Scot-- except with the roles reversed. Hee hee! ;-)



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/264549216)