October Musings
FLOATER’S BLOG: Pool-less Date, October 3rd 2025
October Musings by Corliss Buenavida
Give me a break, 2 months without a float. I need a hit badly. Who has an indoor pool? I’m booking a flight. Okay, this is not a ‘Musing’. It’s a ‘Rant’! I’m ranting!!!
Yes, September has passed and with it, summer and Charlie Kirk.
For a short while a lot of people were talking about his shooting and I must say my favourite item was when somebody referred to the incident as, “an amateur biologist has eliminated the Charlie Kirk virus.”
I don’t condone any kind of violence (except perhaps the occasional hockey fight) but it’s very ironic that this is the guy who in 2023 said that gun deaths were "worth it" to ensure the preservation of Second Amendment rights in the US, which is the right to keep and bear arms.
I wonder if earthlings in 100 years or maybe just a single generation will think an expression created in the 1600’s in England was coined from this period in time we are living through now?
The expression is trumped-up which the Merriam-Webster dictionary defines as “fraudulently concocted or spurious”. Cambridge dictionary says, deliberately based on false information,” while Oxford states, “invented as an excuse”.
In other words, “not being what it purports to be; false or fake”. How appropriate are those descriptions for the most comedy and news worthy free world leader whose name just happens to be a large portion of the expression.
If you read one of my recent blogs, Float Mania, I referred to the use of float-ation devices in commercials. Well, another commercial which caught my attention but has nothing to do with beerfloating, is an Ikea spot which has a girl accidentally dropping her phone in a toilet.
Hah! Serves her right. Why didn’t she close the ‘lid’ when she finished her business?
Do you know how many times I have heard women complain to men about not putting the toilet seat down when they are done peeing? What is the point of that statement? Are you declaring how lazy you are? Are we supposed to remind them to lift the seat up prior to our next visit? And why do they never mention the lid? It’s called a lid for a reason. Really, if you want the seat down, you might as well put the lid down too. If you are done taking something out of a jar in the kitchen do you put it away without putting the lid on top? And by the way, when you drop your phone on the lid you might damage it but you won’t drown it!
Doesn’t a toilet just look better with the lid down?
Along Toronto’s waterfront is a development opened in 1971 on three man-made islands, Ontario Place, which features the world’s first IMAX theatre and a series of architecturally interesting interconnected exhibition pods elevated above the lake. Recently a re-development has been taking place which has had a lot of people in an uproar with complaints about a spa being built on a portion of the property.
Sure there were a lot of flaws in the process but anybody who says, ‘You’ll ruin it’, hasn’t been to Ontario Place for 20 years and they still think of it in its glory days. Well before they closed it to start the work I cycled through it regularly and the 30% of the property where the spa is being built was already in ruin. Stop whining about what was and look positively forward to its bright future.
I can’t wait to float through there once it is re-opened!
I was doing a crossword puzzle recently which had this clue, ‘Low points of a jazz performance’, with the answer being, ‘bass solos’.
So true too! Especially an upright bass. Granted the skill sets are amazing but as entertainment value, great time to get a refreshment or to use the bathroom.
Why are jazz bassists allowed to do solos? The other band members are just being nice but the bass player should just opt out for a more enjoyable show.
In the old days, living in a big city, if you saw someone walking down the street talking to themselves you thought, ‘cuckoo!’ Nowadays that is not politically correct, so now you say, ‘wireless headset cell phone user!’ That’s crazy in a different way. Who saw that coming thirty years ago?
It was a slow transition, which has gone from the infrequent viewing (and hearing) of an in need of assistance individual; to a more frequent point where you could easily tell the difference between crazy and cellular user because the telecommunicators were holding immense grey bricks with long antennas sticking out the top to their heads. After that, and with even more frequency, you had to look closely to see if the person was carrying a much smaller phone or just pulling their hair out; and finally to our current situation, that being, it is so common now that you just assume anyone talking to themselves is on a wireless communication system – except of course for the screamers, but they usually look very disheveled.
Well today, while cycling around town and stopped at a red light, I ended up beside a city bench on which sat a man talking loudly into his cell phone. I thought nothing of it except he was loud enough to hear, and what he was saying just didn’t sound quite right. He was very repetitive and was definitely having a one sided conversation. Also, upon closer examination, his garments looked well worn and he was drinking a can of beer. Nothing definitive here but I’m pretty sure he is a whack job who has taken on a prop for his open air ranting.
As the location of the bench is not far from home, I am going to make more regular passes to see if my theory holds true.
The other cell phone users who get me are those who put whoever they are talking to on speaker at a very loud volume whilst in public. I make it my point to get involved in these conversations as clearly the person holding the phone wants me to hear it.
A few days ago, I heard a mystery speaker on the other end of a conversation say, “My therapist said I should get in touch with spirits.”
So I said with a smile, “Who is your therapist, Jack Daniels?”
That’s enough ranting for now; I don’t want to end up like the guy on the bench.
Enjoy Autumn,
Corliss
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