Someone edited the films Back to the Future Part I and Part II to show the common scenes from both films side-by-side. It’s quite extraordinary [via].
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A series of tips from the expert himself [via].
Tags: expert, stephen-colbert, tips, wired
This morning we got rid of our couch. The one I posted about 3 years ago now. The one that I worried about staining 2 years ago now. It was a good couch but it was time to go. Since we got our leather furniture in 2004 this ivory couch was relegated to subordinate duty – first in our bedroom in Weston and here in the room we use as the office in Scarborough. It wasn’t used as a proper couch in some time and the cats had taken to claiming it as their own in more than one way so last week we called the city and arranged for them to pick it up this morning. The office is a lot more open now, almost a little too echo-y. Perhaps we will fill it with a piano. Or another couch. Or something else entirely.
Marcy went visiting this week and during the course of her visiting she managed to pick 18 kg of blueberries and several quarts of raspberries. I love this time of year; Ontario berries are second-to-none in terms of freshness, taste and appearance. I raved about raspberries and strawberries a couple of years ago when we were in Kitchener. It’s not as close to go picking now that we’re in Toronto but it’s not terribly far to go either. You can go up to Uxbridge to get fresh raspberries or further east and north to get blueberries and others. You can actually go to this site (Harvest Ontario) or this site (Ontario Berry Growers Association) for more information on where to pick and what the different picking seasons are.
Eric Bow talks about the lack of locally-grown berries in the supermarkets. This is troubling for me too because if we don’t purchase Ontario-grown produce it makes it tougher for those Ontario growers to survive. Given the choice between locally-grown and imported I’ll choose local (unless it’s winter when the vegetables are almost all imported) but if the supermarket doesn’t even give the option to buy locally, it seems to me that we’re shooting ourselves in the foot.
Marcy’s already made several jars of jam and berries & syrup which should tide us over once the fresh season has passed. We also managed to sell some of our surplus blueberry stash for a tidy sum. I’m eating some blueberries and cream right now and a few moments ago I was doing some serious snacking on a pint of raspberries I found in the fridge. The problem is that when you have a lot of fresh berries it’s difficult to eat them all before they start going bad. Raspberries are particularly fragile. So I do my part and help eat as many as possible before getting sick (always a concern). Berries are a fruit that I’ll eat willingly. Most other fruit I need to be coaxed though given the right persuasion I’ll eat it.
Find some local berries of your own!
Tags: berries, blueberries, farm, growers, local, ontario, raspberries, strawberries, supermarkets
This is such a great video. I wonder how long it took them to film.
Tags: human-space-invaders, space-invaders, video
We went to the Fossil & Haggis pub this evening for dinner. Rather, we attempted to finish the food that we had ordered but it was too much.
The Fossil (as I will call it) is a really great pub on Morningside at Military Trail. It’s very near to UTS (University of Toronto – Scarborough) and 401. It’s a really huge establishment and for me the big selling point is their truly large list of import beers on draught. I routinely order an 80 Shilling by Caledonian. It be a fine brew.
Anyway so we wanted wings (they have excellent wings) but we were pretty hungry so we ordered a plate of fries and the “snack” size of nachos supreme. I really don’t know who could eat that as a snack but it was a dinner plate enormously filled high with toppings. It was very dense but extremely delicious at the same time – chili, guacamole, salsa, sour cream, lettuce. I would heartily recommend it if you’re ever around that area of town.
We had the nachos brought out first and then the fries and wings. Unfortunately we barely touched the wings and since they out of all the dishes we ordered can survive being reheated we had them wrapped up to take home. Maybe we’ll have them later on tonight for a snack. They’re bound to be tasty; we got the medium flavour and it has a fair amount of spice in it. It’s no Duff’s Famous Wings but they’re still very good. I’m getting hungry again just thinking about them.
Tags: chicken-wings, duff's-famous-wings, Food, fossil-and-haggis, nachos-supreme, restaurants, Toronto
What better person to offer advice on Jeopardy! than the man who dominated it for such a long period of time (remember all of the posts), Ken Jennings? His blog is very interesting to read by-the-by though domain names with a dash in them tend to be rather awkward.
Tags: advice, Jeopardy!, ken-jennings
This week while I’m taking the bus both ways and since it’s just me at home until tomorrow, I can afford the time to experiment with the route I take to work. For the past couple of days I decided to take the bus to Warden station, take the subway to Pape and then take the Don Mills bus north to Eglinton. I’ve also been taking the converse trip home. Over 2 trips I’d say that the trip to work has actually been faster than the route where I take 3 buses but the route home has been slower (mainly due to the ongoing construction on the Leaside bridge).
Anyway so I was on the subway this morning. We passed Greenwood and then Donlands. Pape is up next. I move over to the door. The subway pulls into the station and I brace myself against the brakes.
Ding.
The doors stay shut.
Ding.
I expect the doors to open. The people on the platform looking into the subway car expect the doors to open.
A few moments pass.
“Next station: Chester.”
The look of bewilderment on the faces of the people on the platform was amusing. However I was now stuck on a subway that hadn’t opened its doors. Was I destined to ride all the way to Kipling without having a chance to get off of the car?
We arrive at Chester. One ding and the doors open and I get off, go up the stairs, and then go back down the stairs and the other side of the platform (eastbound this time). A subway arrives momentarily and I travel one station east to Pape, the subway doors open this time at Pape (in case it was something special about the station) and I get off.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Those few moments though were interesting.
Tags: chester, Commuting, It Happened To Me, pape, subway, Toronto, ttc
Did you ever wonder about the history of Count Chocula the man? If you’re like me you’ve probably wasted many sleepless nights figuring this and other things out. Well wonder no more! Some kind soul added the Count’s biography to his Wikipedia page. Well actually it was there but someone decided that it was fictional and thus not worthy of inclusion. Someone else tried to lobby for its reinclusion (“It is my opinion that the previous “fanfic” is an important contribution to the lore of Chocula, and as well to the emotional and psychological contexts persons have come to associate with the brand.”) but alas the powers that be did not approve. I’ll include what the biography below:
Ernst Choukula was born the third child to Estonian landowers in the late autumn of 1873. His parents, Ivan and Brushken Choukula, were well-established traders of Baltic grain who—by the early twentieth century—had established a monopolistic hold on the export markets of Lithuania, Latvia and southern Finland. A clever child, Ernst advanced quickly through secondary schooling and, at the age of nineteen, was managing one of six Talinn-area farms, along with his father, and older brother, Grinsh. By twenty-four, he appeared in his first “barrelled cereal” endorsement, as the Choukula family debuted “Ernst Choukula’s Golden Wheat Muesli”, a packaged mix that was intended for horses, mules, and the hospital ridden. Belarussian immigrant silo-tenders started cutting the product with vodka, creating a crude mush-paste they called “gruhll” or “gruell,” and would eat the concoction each morning before work. The trend unwittingly spread, with alcohol being replaced by sheep—and then cow’s—milk, and the demand for the Choukula’s “cereal” reached as far south as Poland and as far west as the northern Jutland province of Denmark. It wasn’t long before the unmistakable image (the original packaging, a three gallon wooden vat which featured a burnt etching of a jubilant, overalled Ernst holding a large dog and grinning broadly) made a pop-cultural splash throughout the entirety of Europe and northern Africa. In fact, Tunisia’s “Carthagian Sand Crunch” was seen as the first imitation of the Choukula form; the aforementioned product was presented in broad leathern bags with the woven insignia of a nude tribesman holding a sword and a bunched stalk of oats. Sadly, this would neither be the first nor the tamest appropriation of Ernst’s iconic visage. Meanwhile, in the “textile paradise”-region of Schenectady / Elmira New York, General Peter Mills—a celebrated turret gunner in McKinley’s navy—was first beginning to mine America’s seemingly insatiable desire to consume food before high noon. The trend, initially known in the United States as “brekkfest” had first appeared in 1903, with Dominic Eggo’s invention of “wassled” or “waffled” bread, and really picked up steam throughout the teens and twenties, when eating in the morning was no longer deemed a sin by the Anglo-Catholic church. News of Choukula’s economic domination across the Atlantic fascinated and troubled Mills, who was eager for similar success. In 1927, while vacationing the Iberian peninsula, he first encountered three discarded barrels of “Duke Choukula’s Animal Supplement” (the name and design of the product had undergone several makeovers throughout the previous seven years, the most recent of which featured Ernst dressed in a cape and tiara, reflecting his family’s oft-disputed ties to Eurasian royalty). Immediately intrigued, Mills brought one with him on his boat ride back to the States, and spent the twenty-three day trip obsessively studying the packaging. In the spring of 1929, General Mills’ “Prince Chocula’s Morning Digestive” was picked up for distribution in three dozen pharmacies, grocery stands and agrarian carts throughout New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and northern Maryland. The public response was confused and angered at the recipe’s savory, clove-like sting; apparently a confusion over the name led many to believe the breakfast was made from chocolate, and by 1931 the formula had been updated to reflect the nation’s collective sweet tooth. In 1932, boxes were labeled simply “Count Chocula’s Chocolate Food” and Peter Mills was named Life Magazine’s “Humanitarian of the Year, 1933”. Ernst Chocula died in a Ukrainian cabin, penniless and alone, having descended into a type of brain-madness.
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Tags: count-chocula, ernst-chocula, wikipedia
Discussion in the office yesterday centered around whether this video [via] of a guy playing Super Mario Brothers (the original) without using the B button at all (which makes you run) was even possible. Apparently it took over 32000 recordings to make the video. That’s a lot of save states.
Tags: controversy, nintendo, super-mario-brothers
I left work a little later than usual this evening, around 6:30. If I get interesting rides such as the one today, I may have to make the trip home at that time a little more often (when Marcy’s not in town as I don’t want to stay at work too late while she’s here). Let me describe for you the four incidents on the way home that made the trip so worthwhile.
- I took the Don Mills bus south today to the subway. I didn’t want to deal with the crush of people normally found on the Eglinton East bus and it’s nice that I have an alternative way to get home (besides asking Marcy to pick me up). So we were going down Overlea when this man walked up to the bus. He had on a tank top that looked to have a pattern on the back. He got on the bus and showed his pass but then the driver wanted to talk to him about something. He turned around on the back of his shirt was a few dozen hand-drawn images of a swastika. He got off of the bus at the next stop and walked alongside it so I had a pretty clear view of his shirt and it was definitely a series of swastikas. Sure he may have been practicing Jainism but it’s still a bit shocking to see that symbol in public here in North America. I wonder if the driver told him to get off of the bus or he really did want to go for one stop only. In any case he got off willingly and that was the last we saw of him.
- The second incident happened further along the route when we were on Pape. It was after 6 PM so people were allowed to park their cars on the curb lane. This makes travelling by bus down the street difficult because you have to keep moving from lane to lane. As we were approaching one particular bus stop (I can’t remember the exact side street), I saw up ahead that people had put out their garbage for the collection tomorrow (I guess) and in front of one apartment there were quite a few bags and a couple of mattresses. The bus slowed down as someone had rung the bell and several people were waiting by the rear doors to get off once the bus stopped. It looked for a few moments like the bus would stop before the pile of garbage bags to be considerate to the people exiting at the rear but a few seconds later that turned out not to be the case. The driver slowed and almost stopped but then kept moving until the rear doors were directly in front of the garbage bags. The lady waiting immediately at the door looked outside I thought she was considering exiting there but she quickly changed her mind. One man actually opened the doors but once they opened he realized what kind of situation he would be in if he tried exiting the bus there. I was afraid once the man opened the doors that the doors themselves would get stuck on the garbage bags but fortunately that was not the case. They closed without any trouble and we were on our way.
- The third incident happened on the subway as I was heading east. I had a seat which is rare on the subway for me. We stopped at Main St. station and a guy got on the subway. He walked over to another guy who was seated and said very loudly: “Hey, are you stoned?” I looked over and saw the situation unfolding and found the guy that he was asking the question to. He looked quite startled and I thought we were going to have one of those scenarios where you have someone either talking to themselves or asking odd questions of other people on the subway but then a look of recognition flashed over the guy’s face and they both broke out laughing. They then moved to the back of the subway car to sit together. It definitely isn’t something you see or hear everyday.
- The fourth and final thing was when I was walking towards the bus bay for the last leg of my journey. At Warden Station you have to walk up or down a long flight of stairs to get to the main platform or the bus platform respectively. I started walking down the stairs of my platform and saw a group of people standing on the road part of the platform talking. I didn’t pay them much mind; usually people meander around while they wait for the bus to come (my bus has a lot of different sub-routes so some people may have to wait for quite a while for the right sub-route to come along and there isn’t a whole lot you can do to occupy yourself there). We waited for a few minutes and then the bus pulled up. I got on the bus and sat down. When the people who were on the road earlier got onto the bus I noticed that the man with them was holding a video camera (handheld). The girls he was with had gotten on the bus before him and as they walked to the back of the bus he was filming them. I’m not sure what kind of experience he was filming but as soon as they sat down he stopped. I hope the rest of his day was a little more exciting than getting on a public bus because otherwise that will make for a rather dull home movie unless his plan was to get a video shot of them on every single route in the city. Now that would be something worth watching!
Tags: Commuting, garbage, It Happened To Me, public-transit, stoned, swastika, Toronto, ttc, video-camera
I just checked my email (it was down for a few hours this evening) and found this from our IT administrator:
We had to shut down the servers as the server room became flooded from a toilet over flow in the hallway. The room has been cleaned and dried and the servers are now back up and running.
Remember what I wrote before about the cleaning people wanting for a cleaner restroom? Those warnings should not have gone unheeded. Now we’ll have a server room smelling of toilet water. Fortunately my desk isn’t too close to that room.
Tags: bathroom, computers, It Happened To Me, server, toilet
This past weekend I bought a new belt. Two in fact. One black and one brown. I bought a belt a few months ago when my still older belt kind of fell apart. However when I purchased the belt then I choose one that matched my pant size. This was a mistake. The first hole was barely big enough to fit around me. I ended up wearing out that belt quite quickly because there was so much strain on the leather. So this time, with Marcy’s help, I bought a belt that fit me. I think my rule will be thus:
When buying a belt, purchase one that is 2 sizes (usually 4 inches) larger than your waist.This was the size that I bought and it fits extremely comfortably now. I don’t have to worry about hurting my insides and I look sharp all the while.
This story depresses me. A teenage boy is beaten to death. I knew about this yesterday when my landlord mentioned it on the ride in. I thought it was at night or that no one was around to see it.
Nope. People witnessed the beating and didn’t call the police. They thought it was the old “boys will be boys” routine. Sure this neighbourhood isn’t the greatest or the safest (really) but there’s a difference between play fighting and someone getting a serious beating (serious enough to die).
At times I’m disappointed with people. This is one of those times. I can’t really say more than that.
Tags: beating, crime, death, flemingdon-park, Toronto, witness
I just saw this hand-written note in the washroom:
Hi: Pleasebe considerate the cleaners and others by leaving nasty the toilet seat.
Thank you.
It’s advice worth taking I think.
Tags: bathroom, The Office
We went to see You, Me and Dupree last night. It was ok; there were some funny parts in the movie but in quite a few of the scenes I felt like I was left waiting for the purpose of the scene to be revealed. I guess I was just expecting it to be funnier and not so awkward in some parts.
Tags: kate-hudson, matt-dillon, Movies, mr-cranky, owen-wilson, reviews, you-me-and-dupree
Taking that risk yesterday paid off. I don’t think I sneezed even once.
Today I’m debating whether I should try and continue the streak or whether I should go to Shoppers Drug Mart and buy some more allergy pills. The responsible part of me knows that I should buy the pills but the daredevil part (it’s a big part) wants to see how long I can continue.
If I continue too long then it will take a couple of days to get the anti-histamines working again in my body. Also by now the allergy season for me could be over; there’s never really a clear demarcation point.
Tags: daredevil, Health, responsible, risk, shoppers-drug-mart
I took a very large risk this morning.
Recall that I need to take allergy pills almost everyday during the summer. Bad things can happen if I don’t.
This morning when I looked in the medicine cabinet, I found that there were no more allergy pills for me to take. That’s not exactly true; there was a box of Allegra but I looked at the expiration date and it was March 2006. My choices were:
- Take the expired medicine and accept the consequences. I might end up passed out in a ditch somewhere or I might be fine.
- Don’t take any medicine and hope that the pollen count in the air today isn’t too high. If it is too high then I could be sneezing all day.
I choose the second option. So far it’s working out alright but I know that at any moment I could spin out of control into a sneeze attack. It looks like we’re due for a heat wave over the next few days which tends to make everything quite dusty so in all likelihood, I’ll have to purchase some more allergy pills soon.
Tags: allegra, allergies, expired, heat, medication, Weather
According to this news story yesterday, we in Toronto spend on average 79 minutes per day commuting to and from work (round trip). That adds up over the course of the year.
We were talking about this at lunch today and for most people at my office, 79 minutes per day is probably quite low. One of our employees drives more than that one way.
I think the more depressing aspect of the story comes when they discuss the discrepancy between driving a car and taking public transit in the city:
The study also revealed that despite the widespread problem of traffic congestion, it is much faster to travel by car than by public transportation. On average, Canadians in cars spent between 51 and 59 minutes on the road, while public transit users endured average travel time of 94 to 106 minutes.“Above all, the study shows that a sizable gap remains between the two modes from the standpoint of travel times,” wrote Turcotte. “It is therefore not surprising that despite higher fuel costs and increased environmental concerns, most workers continue to use mainly their automobile to get to work.”
94 to 106 minutes. That’s a big difference between 51 to 59 minutes. When I have to take the bus both ways, it takes 120 minutes in total. When I get a ride in the morning, I’m probably looking at between 75-80 minutes which is near the average. But let me tell you, spending 120 minutes for many consecutive days tends to wear on you especially when the weather is inclement (or inClements). I feel badly in a way for saying that though because I believe in public transit in principle. It’s just sometimes the practicalities of taking it everyday can become quite frustrating particularly when I’ve had a not-so-good day at work.
Tags: Commuting, public-transportation, Toronto, ttc, Work
I kind of wonder if the summer months make my mind wander or if there really is something deeper troubling me.
Two years ago I alluded to something that I had started doing in the summer months. Now it seems I may be doing the same thing again two years later.
I’m not sure where it will lead to but I am looking down that path. I’ll keep you updated in cryptic posts such as this one.
A list of non-errors: things people tell you are incorrect grammatically but are a part of standard English [via].
Marcy had the windows open in the house today and it feels quite nice. It’s a little humid from the rain but with the air conditioning, as nice as it is, the air can get quite stale. Freshness is good.
Anyway, I went up to the front door just now and looked outside. What do I see? Pumpkin looking back at me from the outside. I casually open the door and pick her up and bring her inside. I went outside a couple of hours ago to take the recycling outside so at first I thought she must have slipped out when I opened the screen door. But then usually when she does that she bolts for the lawn and I would have surely seen that.
I walk back to the screen door and then it all makes sense how she got out. There was a huge hole in the middle of the screen that was just the right size for a Pumpkin to jump through. While we were on the couch half an hour ago, Eve and Quentin were crying but we didn’t get up to see what they were crying about (they cry so much that sometimes it’s not worth it to go look). But I bet they were crying at Pumpkin because she was outside. I’m surprised that they didn’t jump through the hole themselves. Perhaps they were afraid they would get into trouble.
In any case, the patio door is staying shut for now. We’ll have to look into getting a new screen door. The cats have certainly scratched it up quite a bit but it was in rough shape to begin with. I’m not sure how much a screen door costs but it would probably be prudent to get a new one because having one with a gash in it doesn’t look that great.
Tags: Cats, It Happened To Me, pumpkin, rain, screen-door, Weather
I came. I saw. I golfed. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I was fearing. I had some help learning the swing and managed to hit some balls a fair distance before we started (fair being greater than 10 yards in this case). We were the very last group of the company which meant that we had to wait a lot for the people in front of us to finish. It rained quite heavily on Monday so the course was quite damp and so they woudln’t allow carts on the course. This meant that we had to walk the whole day. In the sun with the humidity of the wet grass, it made for quite the trek. Fortunately the designers of the golf course realized how much of a relief it would be to make the 18th hole a long, uphill hole. That was very kind of them. Remind me to thank them for that bit of design work.
The golfing was pretty fun. We played scramble where you play the best ball of the 4 on each shot. Collectively we shot 1 or 2 over on each hole which wasn’t bad for a group that included 2 people who had never golfed before. I hit a couple of really good shots but most of mine didn’t go very far at all. When I was asked on Monday which hand of clubs I wanted (left or right), I chose left but then when I got them yesterday at the golf club, I realized that left would work but I would really prefer right.
Even though I am left handed (and proud of it), I hit from the right. When I used to play baseball it was the same way – catch and throw like a southpaw but hit from the right. So essentially the clubs that I got were useless and had to lug them around all day while borrowing clubs from the other people on my team.
I applied sunscreen liberally throughout the day but since it was so hot and humid I ended up sweating a fair amount. I think it may have washed away some of the sunscreen because a fair burn on my face. I stupidly did not apply any sunscreen at all to the backs of my legs and since I was wearing shorts they got quite toasted. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night because my joints were quite sore on top of the sunburn that I got. On top of that, this morning was a 6:30 (more like 6:45) pickup for work so I had to get up even earlier. I’m not feeling terribly tired yet but that will probably come later on this afternoon.
I get to golf next weekend for a bachelor party so this opportunity to practice yesterday will likely lead me to dominate the game when I play next. The Tiger Shark Something will be on the prowl.
Tags: golf, It Happened To Me, Sports, sunburn
Tomorrow we’re having a company outing at the Richmond Hill Golf Club. Meetings during the morning and then a golf tournament of sorts in the afternoon. I’m not really looking forward to the golfing part; I’ve never golfed before and I’m not sure that I’ll have much fun. I’ll certainly give it a try though. Who knows, some fun may come out of it yet. The timing is unfortunate; it’s a busy time for my projects though when I look at things, all of the time is a busy time for my projects. There is no down time to speak of.
For an introduction to the subject of this post, see this site or here.
Tags: company-outing, dorf, golf, projects, richmond-hill-golf-club, scheduling, tim-conway, time
Marcy read this book recently. It’s called Snakes in Suits: When Psychopaths Go To Work. I think I may have to read it at some point. You never know when the techniques discussed inside may come into play at work or in other social settings.
Tags: Career, psychopaths, snakes-in-suits, techniques, Work
Last Monday Marcy and I were victims of a crime.
We went up to Pacific Mall (Wikipedia) to purchase some “items”. Most of the purveyors of said “items” only accept cash, offer no receipt or bags. You can probably guess what I’m talking about.
Anyway, I had to go to the bank machine to get some cash. There was a TD branch in the parking lot so I walked over and used their bank machine. I got out $60. I walked back to the mall and purchased our “items”. We then walked around, looking at the other shops. We stopped at a Vietnamese bakery shop and wanted to purchase some buns. I took a $20 bill and handed it to the cashier. She looked at it and then handed it back and asked if I had another one. Fortunately I did and we bought our pastries. They were pretty terrible but that’s not the point.
The point is that the $20 bill that I originally gave to the cashier was a counterfeit. We looked at the bill and though it looked extremely similar to a real $20 bill, there were some oddities that would give it away. The paper wasn’t the same texture. The bill was slightly shorter in length than it should have been. The really fine print was not visible. Things like this but really there wasn’t much that we could do.
I figured even if I did go to the bank when it opened (Monday was a bank holiday), I had no way of proving that the $20 counterfeit bill was in fact one that I received from the bank machine. Even if they did believe me, I wouldn’t get a real $20 bill. They would just take the counterfeit one and that’s it.
So instead we’re keeping the bill. It makes for a good conversation piece plus Marcy can use it in one of her law classes next year.
Crime can happen anywhere. It happened to me last Monday when I was least expecting it. It could happen next Monday for all I know. Just make sure that you watch out.
Tags: counterfeit, crime, It Happened To Me, Money, pacific-mall
Pharrell Williams was on the Gilles Peterson show this past week. Even if you don’t know him by name, you certainly know him by the tracks he’s produced as part of the Neptunes. He’s one of the best producers in the industry and he’s made me appreciate the Justin Timberlake album. Think about that last statement for a second. Justin Timberlake.
It’s really an amazing interview with him on the Worldwide show. He spends two hours talking with Gilles about all kinds of different things and they play some really awesome music and not just music that Pharrell produced but some Roy Ayers, Minnie Riperton and Gil Scott Heron.
Listening to the show puts me in such a good mood. I was so productive yesterday at work as a result. Gilles said on the show that listening to Pharrell’s music is like meeting a girl for the first time; the butterflies and the general euphoria that you feel. Heck, I was even in a N*E*R*D* phase when I met Marcy 3 years ago. Remember? That was definitely a period in my life with a surplus of euphoria.
So I’m going to keep listening to this show while I’m at work this week. If it keeps me in a good mood, I can’t mess with that.
Tags: bbc, gil-scott-heron, gilles-peterson, minnie-riperton, Music, nerd, pharrell-williams, radio, roy-ayers, the-neptunes, Work
It seems that Perth-Andover can’t catch a break from the weather this spring/summer. Remember a month ago they had an earthquake (minor). Now I read that there was a reported tornado there on Sunday night. Or rather a small town near Perth-Andover, Glassville, had an F1 tornado (winds up to 116 km/h). Fortunately most people were away for the long weekend so there weren’t many injuries. I wonder what will happen next – a firestorm? Mudslides? I surely hope not.
Tags: CBC, earthquake, glassville, new-brunswick, perth-andover, tornado, Weather
It’s so nice having a day off. I slept in until 10 o’clock this morning because I could. This afternoon we don’t have many plans, we might go see a movie or we might not. That’s the beauty of having a day off. Tomorrow of course is not a day off and I have to go back to work. Hopefully my next day off is before the next federal holiday. In fact I know it will be; I’m taking a day off on Thursday to visit with Ed and Ashley. We might go to the Ontario Science Centre. A center full of science!
I think that’s enough time spent on this machine during my day off.
Tags: holiday, ontario-science-centre, Toronto, vacation
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