Wednesday, August 30, 2006

PC vs Mac

Our PC died. I turned it on yesterday and it just sat there blinking. Didn't even check the drives. Power on and then nothing. So i'm writing this using a Mac. A Mac we just happened to have lying around the house. (laying around?) Anyway..... I can't acces italics or different font size. Maybe i'm not looking hard enough. Okay, back to the story:

I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't that the PC contained oringinal music that i foolishly haven't backed up anywhere. Hopefully it can be recovered sometime in the future. If not i'll be very bummed out. I will also have learned a valuable lesson about writing down music in more than one place. I remember most of it, but the whole point of putting it in the (cheesy) sequencer was that i didn't have to remember it all. C'est la vie!

Now i will go surfing. A surfing Safari if you will. ;-)

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Mars Attacks!

So it turns out that Mars will not be the same size as the moon on the 27th. Oh well. What're you gonna do? Find something else to do at midnight i guess.


ConstructionFest has been subdued slightly this week. After not being able to make a right turn, and then not being able to make a left turn, (I'm glad we didn't try to go out in the interim!) the road is open in both directions. There's no asphalt and there are several dips and holes but the road is open. Hopefully paving will happen while we're out.

Eye Exam

I have had my eyes examined and my sight is 20/15. That explains all the comments i get similar to "how can you see that?" Not really important but i felt like being superior for a moment.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Incendiary Missives?

Something has been puzzling me.

Why do people say they are "firing off" an email, or "shooting" an email or some other similar thing? Are they munitions now? I'm rocket launching you a parcel for your birthday. I've sent you an inter-continental ballistic postcard. No. I don't think so.

Does it have something to do with rapid delivery and targeted recipients? Instead of taking days to show up at your house it instantly (more or less) arrives in your personal (cyber)space. Does that really make it a bullet? Once upon a time messages could have been fired or thrown or shot. Perhaps if attached to a bow or a bolt and shot at a large oaken door. Perhaps that only happened in movies. Still wouldn't you just send a message not fire it?

This brings me to a similar thing i hear people say. If one of our customers is unhappy with a job (read: product) it's not uncommon to hear, from the lab manager, that they are "firing" it back to us. Really?
Are they loading it into a shell and mortar blasting it back? I doubt it. I think they're couriering it to us. There's no firing, no shooting, occasional "blasting" on the telephone, but no projectile coming my way. I'm not being fired upon. Quit telling me things are being shot and/or fired! It's ridiculous, and as such i have ridiculed it.

Good day.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Double Festing

Two fests, one weekend.

Rib Fest (at Victoria Park)

Curt was coming for a visit. Snosh had gone to visit Curt. So the two of them came to visit us. On the way they encountered ConstructionFest, the unofficial summer-long festival of detours and dust. ConstructionFest has landed nearly at our doorstep. Once out of the complex and to the street one can only turn left. The intersection to the right is closed. Really closed. "No thoroughfare" sign, jersey-barrier-blockade closed. Despite all that they arrived on time and not frustrated. We all had some wobbly pops, visited and went downtown to RibFest. Cutes stayed home. Beer ( or possibly breakfast) did not agree with her. :-(

Rib Fest itself was quite uneventful. Snosh and i enjoyed the ribs of Kentucky Smokehouse while Curt had a veggie burger. Then we strolled around looking at what was for sale and ventured off to BalloonFest. We may have spent more time looking for free parking then we spent in the lineup for ribs. Perhaps not.

BalloonFest (at Harris Park)

As we made our way the second fest it seemed like many more people were leaving the park than going to it. As it was still quite light out we didn't think that meant no more balloons lifting off. We were wrong. Godzilla was being inflated as we arrived and after about half an hour of inflation he slowly came down to the ground looking like he was going to eat one of the nearby trailers. Quite entertaining. His head hit the ground just as the last chords of Trole were ringing out, it couldn't have been planned any better. So we stayed hoping to see balloons lift off but it was not to be. We got to see setup and tear down and nighttime balls of fire inbetween, all while listening to Mobile. Cool but not really that exciting. I'm kind of glad it was all free. We did see a guy with a 2'6" to 3' mohawk. That was cool. So we walked back to the car and returned to the house, mostly avoiding ConstructionFest on the way.

So we may have had just as good a time hanging out at the house. It's all good though. Snosh and Curt got to experience the oinking cat. I don't think people believe us when we talk about it. Sometimes when Lucky is purring he sounds like he's coughing something up, sometimes he sounds like he's rusty and needs to be oiled. But on rare occasions he stops purring and oinks. It's hilarious. Curt and Snosh thought it was quite comical. Excellent.

Oh, we bought a Mac. More on that some other day.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

It's not the heat.....It's the humidity!

I was thinking It's not the heat, it's the stupidity or It's not the heat it's the humility. However, it is the heat. The heat is why i'm tired. It's why the power grid is overworked. It's why it smells kinda stale in here. (Actually that's the AC, so indirectly it's the heat). It's why the rose bush looks like it's auditioning for "Day Of The Triffids". Last night at 10:50 it was still 42 degrees with the humidex. 42 degrees! That's ridiculous. I took the kitchen garbage out to the curb and by the time i got back inside i was sweating. Continental heat wave indeed! At least the rose bush is happy.

(Now that i mention it, do bushes get happy? I've encountered some evidence to suggest that plants have memory and are capable of fear. Do they get happy? If they do, do they know that what they are is "happy"? Or is it no more than enjoying today a little bit more than, say, last week? I really don't want answers to these questions, in fact i'm kind of sorry i wrote all that. I'll just put it in parenthesis and we'll pretend it didn't happen.)

Various things on the horizon cause me to have hope. Not out of superstition will i not mention them. Simply it is this: i get annoyed when others talk greatly about their plans that never come to fruition. It's fine to have plans and hopes and dreams. Just realize the difference 'tween "i'm going to" and "i'd like to". Please, it will greatly reduce the amount of frustration in and around you! So, good things coming down the pipe.
Stay tuned, or logged on or whatever.