I'm really hoping that one of these days I'm going to learn my lesson. After how many years of using the computer, and knowing the quirks and peculiarities of each program, you'd think I'd have developed a strategy. But no, I continue to bumble along in the same, ah shucks I'm a dope, mode that I always do.

I forgot to save. Again. For the, how many times is it now, time? I'm getting a little tired of this. I could rant and rave, and rail against AutoDesk and the way they have their program conditioned. But in the end, the fault is mine, for not keeping track of whether I'd made worthwhile changes to the drawing I was working on. So again, I did a bunch of stuff, printed it, then forgot I hadn't saved, and said no to, save my changes, when the dialog box came up after I tried to close after the print function. I'm thoroughly pissed off, and not sure where I'm going to find the time to fix this mistake.

I'd really like to spend the next hour swearing.

Its quarter to seven on a Saturday evening. I still don't know what to order for supper, because I'm way too lazy to actually attempt cooking on a day that is this hot. Why can't you order food by way of the Internet!?!

The word for today is, Bitterness.

While I'm on the subject of being pissed off, there's another thing that really gets on my nerves!

I hate when these damn salesmen give us a quote on a product, then never give the model number anywhere on the damn invoice! How the hell am I supposed to know what I'm getting! I can't look it up in a catalog, or download information off the internet, without the bloody model number. Sure, its great to know the cost but what if I wanna know if this will truly work for my purpose! I hate that. I need to know everything about the product, not just the stupid price. Yes, the price is important, but I need to know its the right equipment for the job too.

Today appears to be my day to be pissed off.

Okay, its time to blog. I'm really annoyed and I don't mind saying so.

On one hand its really nice to be quoted in a bid package for a new, and substantial, project. BUT, when the damn thing goes to tender, including full specifications, and all associated information therein, and you don't even get a copy of this bid document, I get annoyed. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to know what these guys want/expect pricing on, if I don't know what the tender calls for?

This is so typical of consultant engineers. I actually like this firm to work with, as they've always been decent, and reasonable with us. But this will be the second time this year that a job goes out and we don't get the info on the project. On the last one, I didn't even know we'd gotten the job until after it was awarded. It was, oh, by the way, we got this job, and its like one from last year. That's all fine and good but, has anyone bothered to make sure that everything will work together properly!?! In this particular instance, I did up a budget quote for this consultant earlier in the year. He asked for a couple alternatives, and that's the last I heard of it. Then I get a call from a contractor earlier this week and he wants to know what my pricing is on this unit in question. Ummm hello!?! I didn't even know it had gone to tender! I have no idea what I'm giving you pricing on.

My anger in this regard is tempered somewhat, by the fact that, all things being equal, we'll get this job. We are listed as the unit to be purchased, and there is no mention of, 'or approved equal'. That means good things for me. I will just remain a little miffed about not being told about the project going to bid.

Toodles!

I saw a lot of different license plates on my trip back from Souris. That was how I passed the time, among other things, looking for new license plates. In my list of different ones I had:

British Columbia
Alberta
Saskatchewan
Manitoba
Ontario
Quebec
Nova Scotia
Washington
North Dakota
Minnesota

Toodles!!!

I have inadvertently discovered SaskTel's guiding motto. All SaskTel services are guided by this one principle.

'Just Good Enough'

Toodles

I have something simple and to the point to say this time.

800 US gallons per minute. No competition.

If I wasn't in a bad mood already, I am certainly in a bad mood now.

How do I do this? How can I be so incredibly stupid? Okay, in a way I know how I manage to accomplish this task, time in and time out. Sometimes you want to make a change to a drawing and you don't necessarily want to keep it, or keep it under the existing file name. For instance, if I use the model from one job to create the model for a second job, I'd want to save it with a new file name. Or, if you tell AutoCAD to print, it thinks that's a change to the drawing and asks if you want to save.

So I did this whole drawing last week, and APPARENTLY I didn't save it to the hard thus. Thus, now that I need it again, I don't have it, BECAUSE ITS NOT THERE!!! I'm pretty unhappy right now. I could use some cheering up. All jokes and amusements will be gladly accepted.

Toodles.

I was in the hospital again this morning. Re-evaluation of the degree of brokenness of my foot. UPDATE*** Its still broken. On the upside, I have a full cast. On the down side, I think it need re-doing or repairing. The heel is soft.

But on to the more important question of this blog entry. Anyone got any idea how you hit on the X-ray technician? I had to get X-rays again, and damn if the girl doing the radiography wasn't spectacularly good looking. The question becomes though, how do you turn the natural pity of the moment to your advantage? I didn't know, and as usual, just ogled, and nothing more.

Toodles!

So they raised the speed limit on 4 lane, divided highways, in Saskatchewan to 110 km/h. Apparently that means you're supposed to go as fast as your rust bucket will take you. I came home via Regina, to Saskatoon, on Highway 11 on Friday. It was retarded the speeds some of those people were driving. I will concede to the Mustang. If a guy has a car that good, he should drive the nuts off it. But I was going 115 km/h and I got passed like I was standing still by a black Ford Taurus station wagon. That's just not right. Slow down people! Its not the freakin' Autobahn, and you're not powered by German engineering. A Ford Taurus is America's least common denominator automobile. You're gonna get yourself killed!

That's all for today. Have a nice day.

I'm watching the Teen Choice Awards tonight. They keep doing shots of Tara Lipinski for some reason. Now they let her co-announce an award for Kelly Clarkson. Am I alone in this? Doesn't anyone else see that Tara Lipinski is a little monkey? Look at that face! Its screaming malformed primate.

Just a thought I had.

Toodles.

I have a new gripe. What's the deal with this freakin' Orbitz site!?! Every window I open, it doesn't seem to matter how innocent it might be, I gotta have an Orbitz pop-under. I hate that! What pisses me off the most about these damn pop-ups and pop-unders is, they're only good for Americans. I can't really utilize Orbitz, or Luv Bandit (a favorite of Mail.com), nor any of the other stupid services that pop when I open a web page. Neither can the other 5.5 billion people on the planet. So why do we have to be subjected to this crap just because Americans run the damn commercial enterprise of the world. AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Toodles!

Does anyone think I should get a WarCraft III baseball cap or toy figure?

I am listening to Camino Palmero by The Calling. This is my mini-review of it, because I only have a minute to type this message. I like this album. The songs are very radio friendly. If I had to draw a comparison to something that was more popular I would say that this album sounds like Matchbox 20. I actually forgot for a moment that it wasn't, on the song I'm listening to at the moment.

This album gets my recommendation. Especially for those people that already have an affinity to Matchbox 20.

What do you, my readers, do best?

Am I the only one that gets pissed off at Windows XP? Every time I load the thing up, it forgets how I like my Windows configured, for viewing files, or icons, or whatever. Everytime! I thought it was supposed to be better and improved over Windows 98. Windows 98 rarely forgot how I wanted things set up. What the hell is this crap!!!

For the record, my foot turned out to be broken. So now I have a broken foot. Which I am dealing with. The worst part of it is, I snagged my toes on a cord last night, and slammed my foot into the ground. That hurt like HELL!!! I could have vomited, or passed out. That was brutal.

And further for the record, I am not home today. I went to work and guess what!?! The Souris project had gone to hell in a handbasket. Surprise, su-frickin-prise. I could strangulate someone.

Toodles.

Okay, I've got something to say.

Health care in this province sucks. You get hurt, and you gotta DRIVE, sometimes a LONG way to get some help. What kind of deal is that!?! I mean, I could understand it if it was from a farm to town, or from a community of 50 people to a decent sized center. But here I am in a town of 1000 people, and I go to the health center, and there is NOBODY around. The place is as dead as a cemetary. I think that's wrong. Odd's are I'm not in a life or death situation but, what if I was? What if I cut my arm off or something? I have to drive myself to Humboldt to get medical help, because its the long weekend? I'm sorry, but that's just wrong.

My two cents worth.

Toodles

I am now eating steak, barbequed at my house, on my barbeque. Of course, Dean had to do the cooking, so that the meat tasted good, but I provided the facilities. This is a personal high point! :-) I did make the Caesar salad so its not like I had no contribution to the process.

By the way, the steak is AWESOME!!!

Toodles!

How does a eunuch go wee-wee?

After reading blogs (sorry Sean), talking to friends and how I feel myself, I've decided that, everything sucks.

This has been your daily, public service announcement.

I just wanna say this publicly. Not that its going to reduce the amount, or type, of spam that I get in my inbox, but somehow I think I'm going to feel better by saying this in the open.

I do NOT want any generic Viagra. If I want Viagra, I'll go to the doctor and get the real stuff.

I do NOT need penis enlargement. Any suggestion that you can achieve enlargement, is patently false (with the exception of some sketchy hope through surgery) so why even entertain the notion? Nor do I really NEED it, as my equipment is adequate for all purposes.

Thank you for listening.

Okay, can someone explain this to me. This is a scenario that seems to defy all of my attempts to understand it. Maybe I'm missing something. Perhaps there's a key to this question that is just eluding my, not so feeble, brainpower. If anyone knows, PLEASE tell me.

What is the deal with gas prices? I mean, I've been going to the Brandon area for about four months now. Everytime I go, the price at the pump is 69.9 cents a liter. Everytime! It doesn't change. For that matter, the price in Watson hasn't moved off 72.9 cents a liter in months. So what's going on in Saskatoon and Regina!?! Its all over the map. It can be less than that benchmark 69.9 or way more than that, which is where it is now. So what's so damn special about these two places in Saskatchewan? I mean, its not like we necessarily HAVE to truck it in. For that matter, we're closer to Alberta, where there's lots of gas, than Brandon is. Why is the gas price so high, and so unstable, here? Is it just that we're more gullible? I don't get it. Which pisses me off.

I've had too much time to think about things in the last couple days. I need to be hit in the face with a rubber mallet and spend a couple of days unconscious.

By the way, I haven't had an opportunity to do this. I keep forgettting. Hello to all my new readers. I know you know that I know that you're out there. I hope you enjoy my (semi) daily rants.

Toodles!

Sometimes in life we just made a good choice. These things happen a little by chance, a little by good planning, and a little by luck. However, when it all comes together, the result is just beautiful.

My new TV is stunning. There is no better word for it than stunning. It was kind of tough to get things moved around in my living room, by myself, so it took awhile before I got it in place. I hooked up the satellite, and had to fiddle with the settings a bit before I got a signal. But my god was it stunning. I was amazed. I also began giggling like a schoolgirl. It may have been expensive but the money will quickly, and easily, earn itself back. I am impressed.

Toodles!

I decided to re-arrange my office this morning. I'm not entirely sure what my moment of inspiration was to begin this project. Its an idea I've had for awhile now, but just never did anything about because it would require a bunch of effort. Suddenly, this morning, I got it in my head that it had to be done. So for an hour I muscled, and shoved things around in here, so my desk is oriented opposite to the way it was before. I knew it would be a good idea, and it is. I sit farther back now, with the rounded, open table portion to the front. It creates the illusion of my room in here. I am happy with the result, and glad I took the effort to make it happen. Now I'll be gone for most of the rest of the week. :-s

I also brought my new TV home this morning. The trip was uneventful, as that trip normally is. Having the TV made me more cautious but, its all highway driving, on a stretch of road that has few surprises on it. I arrived here without incident. Got the water truck guy to come over and help me move it into the house. That was a bit of an adventure. The box was too big to get in the door, so we're tilting, and lifting, and pushing, and struggling, to get it in, up over and into the living room. I think it took about 10 minutes. Not bad, all things considered. I will go home at lunch today, uncrate it, and see what the picture looks like. 8-D

This may be me only blogging day this week. I have some field trips to go on this week so I'm not sure when, or even if, I'll get back to my computer this week. If I don't, have yourselves good weeks, and email me any excitement you encounter.

Toodles!

The 10:00 song lyric:

I'm a razor blade slitting through a wrist of hate.

Kid Rock - Fist of Rage

If the TV is sold out, the sale(?) over, and you're not ordering anymore from the factory, why the HELL is it still listed on the website!?!

I have a problem. My house is experiencing an extreme fly infestation. I suppose the air conditioner, and its less than air tight seal is responsible for the increase in flies within my domicile. But this many? I'm killing 5-10 every time I come home. Its a little ridiculous. They are upstairs, downstairs, in every room I go into. If it was just the air conditioner I would think they'd stay in the living room/kitchen area. Perhaps I have a bad hygiene problem that is attracting flies. But how are outside flies being attracted to an indoors hygiene problem? This is a situation that perplexes me.

In the same vein, is there such a thing as fly repellent? I know you can get mosquito repellent, and insect repellent, but do either of these products repel common household flies?

Toodles?

The results are in. No TV for Sean and I. They are soldout throughout the Future Shop chain, and through Panasonic. There will be no big screen Panasonic TV for me it would appear.

The sadness may begin.

I would say 'Toodles' at this point, ordinarily, but I'm too depressed to bother.

We are currently in a holding pattern on the acquisition of 47" Panasonic widescreen TV's. Sean and I entered into an unholy alliance, the final signatory of which occurring last night, wherein we would each acquire a Panasonic PT47WX42 television from Future Shop. Sean did the leg work on it in Regina last night, reported his findings to me, and after a two hour discussion, we were both in a position where we felt we were ready to step to the plate. So I took the first step this morning and attempted to see what I could do about getting one through Saskatoon Future Shop, easing my delivery woes slightly. This put us into a holding pattern as the Saskatoon salesman contacted Sean's Regina salesperson, and the whole thing consolidated at the Regina guy's desk. Right now we are waiting on a reply from him, on word from British Columbia. I'm hoping for good news.

I've determined that I shouldn't wear white T-shirts. They make me look heavy. Colored shirts hide my bulk better.

Its not a nice day outside in Watson. Its warmish, with a stiff wind blowing. I t hink I'll stay inside. (Not that I wasn't going to do that anyway.)

My patience is wearing a little thin today for some reason. I feel unusually tense. I need stress relief. I am SO looking forward to the weekend.

Toodles!

Hello everyone! I'm blogging from my PDA today. It's the very first time I've been on the internet with it.

Toodles!!!

I saw something today that I thought I would never see. At the Co-op gas bar, here in Watson, along the highway, there was a horse tied up at the cardlock pump. That's just something you don't see.

Toodles.

I did some incredible. The trouble is, the incredulousness of the thing I did is not something you can comment on in polite company. So you get stuck in this horrible situation. You're desperate to tell someone this amazing thing you did, but realize that no one will want to hear about it. I hate that.

I'm off to Montreal! See you all when I get back!!

Toodles.

Something very unsettling happened to me today. I'm not sure if its indicative of anything but, it was a situation that I did not like to have happen. I'm not sure what was going on in my head but it certainly couldn't have been anything good.

I was driving down the main strip in Brandon. I had just left Taco Bell with my usual order of two tacos, a chalupa, and an empanada. I was coming up on a set of lights. I was in the right lane and there was a car stopped up ahead in the left lane. I looked up at the light. I saw that it was red. I remember consciously noticing that the light was red. However, what did no happen was, I didn't associate this with a need to stop. I remember thinking to myself, red means stop, like you're supposed to do. However, what did not happen was, this message to stop, did not get relayed to my body, and I made no effort to stop. I did not 'miss' the light. I clearly saw it, and took note of it. I did not chose to go through it. There was no thought process on my part that said, this light does not apply to me. I simply did not relay the information from seeing the red light, to an action to make my vehicle stop.

This troubles me.

Toodles?

Well, its back to the old grind again. This entry is the last thing I have to do today, before shuffling off to Souris again. Stupid site meeting! Oh well, its gotta be done.

Have a great day people. Toodles!

Why do the commercials HAVE to be so much louder than the show you're watching!?!

I just got a final piece of good news to end the day on. We got the job that I spent the morning doing the bid on. That gives us five new contracts to do construction on through the summer/fall season. I am happy.

Toodles!

On hand goes up, the other comes down.

I had to break the bad news to my friends from Winnipeg this morning. I wouldn't be here when they come to visit on the weekend. They were quite disappointed, which in turn made me sad. I don't like disappointing people but there was no help for it in this situation. I am going to Montreal for my baseball trip, and nothing appears likely to derail that. Which I'm happy about. But, at the same time I'm sad about missing the girls when they come to Saskatoon. Life is nothing but a series of trade-offs I guess.

However, as I was breaking my news to the girls, something good was happening. My PDA was being delivered to Saskatoon. I checked the website and it was signed for, at our drop location, just before lunch. So I guess I own a pocket computer now. If I could only get my hands on it now, and play around with it. Wednesday I guess.

Toodles!

Well, for good or for ill, the latest bid proposal is now decided. The tender closed about half an hour ago. I spent all morning, more or less, on the phone with mechanical contractors that were bidding the project. I heard from Murray that the other competitor was way high, so we actually adjusted our price accordingly. I hope we get it and I hope we hear about it soon. It would be nice to get a last job on the slate for the summer/fall.

Toodles!

Its kind of a slow news day today. Thus far nothing of any real note has happened. I've been slowly, but steadily hacking away at another bid proposal, for a demineralization plant on an Indian reserve in Saskatchewan. Its been the nearly endless repetition of little changes, reprints, updates, and tweaks. I think its done, then I find something that has to be changed. In the background of this is the usual dance of pricing given, and revised between equipment suppliers. Its kind of tedious the way different players battle back and forth, chiseling an thousand dollars, here and there, off their price. It would be much easier if everyone figured out their cost, decided what the job was worth to them, and submit a price. Instead, everyone starts out insanely high, then backs off, little by little, until they reach the threshold for how little they can stand to get out of a job. I'm glad we don't do that with our computer business. What we start at is pretty much as low as we can go, so there isn't much bartering room. I hate bartering. I'm lousy at it too. Shop keepers in places like Mexico, the Dominican, etc hate me, because I don't haggle. It seems so pointless.

Toodles!

I'm just about tired of my rotten luck.

I was driving back to Watson this afternoon. As I drove north on Highway 2, to join up with Highway 5 again, I was passed by a B train semi-trailer going in the other direction. As it passed me, it either threw something up from the road, or lost something from on top of the trailer. In any event, something large, and I think metallic, smashed into my windshield. It scared the hell out of me. I thought it was coming trough the window. It did not, but left a large, baseball sized reminder of the incident on my front windshield. It would appear I am going to SGI, again. I'm just about tired of that.

Toodles, I suppose.

I have good news! I think my Toshiba e750 PDA will ship today. I checked their website and they are now, finally, in stock. It lists my order as coming from Vancouver, which is where our supplier has some in stock, so I'm hopeful for a shipment today. That would be super good news!

Toodles!

I am having a problem. I'm trying to design a system, according to a specification provided to me by a consulting engineer. The problem? The specification doesn't make any sense. I'll condense it down to the essential.

A system is supposed to provide 26 USgpm. This is to be supplied by two membrane trains, each sized for 13 USgpm of output water. The problem with this part of the design is, the membranes chosen for each train require a flow across them membrane that is almost in excess of what the membranes are supposed to produce. Thus, it is hard to use these membranes for such a low flow application.

Second problem, the membrane unit is supposed to be fed water by a single pump, with a redundant backup. The problem here is, this single pump is supposed to feed both trains simultaneously, or if chosen, only one train at a time. Now unless I'm missing something, this situation is impossible. A pump does only one thing. If you turn it on, it pumps at a set pressure and flow. The only way to change that is to either have a flow control valve on it, or an electronic device that controls the pump motor. A flow control valve is no possible in this case because we are never sure whether we want to restrict flow or not. At full capacity the pump will supply both trains, but if one train is valved off, for maintenance or whatever, we have to restrict output from the pump, so that it does not oversupply water to single train.

Thus, this design would seem to be impossible. Unless I'm missing something, or something was left out of the spec. The membrane chosen would actually work better if you supplied it with the full 26 USgpm, all the time, and made the membrane trains redundant, as the pump is redundant. I think I'm going to have to phone the engineer and see what we can do about this. As I sit here, I don't know how to make this work.

Toodles!

I think its pretty obvious that woman are just as vain, if not more, than men. As an experiment, I deleted the picture (that is supposed to increase hits) on my Cupid profile. Result? 4 hits in one day. The conclusion, I think, is obvious.

Toodles!

Sean and I made an amazing discovery this afternoon in Regina. There IS a Taco Bell in this city!!! On the east side, on Victoria Ave., near the Ring Road, there is a KFC/Taco Bell store. We WILL be visiting it before I leave for Watson again. 8-D

Toodles!

There are so many things that are possible to do online. The question becomes, how much do you really want to put into online services? Specifically I'm think about two possible things for myself.

One is, online banking. Since I'm not local to my bank, it would be convenient to be able to do some account things remotely, over the computer. The thing that has always troubled me, and continues to trouble me, is security. Despite efforts to make it bulletproof, I don't believe the internet is there yet. I'm not independently wealthy or anything, but I'd miss it quite significantly, if my sums of money went missing due to internet fraud, scam, hack or exploit. I'm not sure I wanna take the risk. But I had an issue with a credit card recently, and it would have been very handy to have been able to look at some numbers on the computer.

The other one is online address books. I don't think I'm going to go this route, since I'm getting a PDA, and I anticipate making that my 'home' computer for my information, addresses, etc. Right now I work off three machines, and its confusing not having everything I want, right under my fingers, at all times. I'm hoping to migrate the info I wanna have all the time, to the PDA, so no matter where I am, with computer or without, I'll know where I am, what I'm doing, how I'm doing, and what has to come next. But these online services offer quite compelling attributes. Its not, as a general rule, sensitive information, so it might be a good backup for things like phone numbers, addresses, and so on, that you really should keep handy, but don't always remember to.

Just a couple thoughts. Toodles!

I got my truck back this morning. Overall, its been a fantastic morning. Getting my truck back was just the crowning jewel on the morning. I got a ride back to Humboldt to pick it up. We drove past the farm dealership and my truck appeared from behind the truck that had been blocking my view. Man did it look good! They'd cleaned it (inside and out I later noticed) and it was just gleaming in the sunlight pouring out of the south-eastern sky. They shined up the chrome too, and it just looked like brand new, on the lot. I even remarked on it as we drove up. I felt a lot of pride.

Other good news from the morning:

I don't have to go to Souris, thus getting a four day weekend

The engineer I was negotiating with agreed to let me use 4 inch membranes for this reserve project that is up for tender.

My site meeting in Souris was postponed a week, thus making it possible for me to make my other meeting and doctor's appointment in Saskatoon next week.

I love it when I have good days! 8-D

Toodles!

My Cupid.com profile finally reached 100 hits. And it only took a year. Who says adding a picture increases interest!?!

There is sad news to report. Overnight, my boss Murray, lost his mom. She had been sick for quite some time before this, but its still quite disheartening news. I don't suspect he'll be in the office any time soon. Though I don't believe he reads this, I still wish him well.

Why doesn't anyone name their daughter Bambi anymore?

I would like to understand the body modification craze. It kind of mystifies me at times, while other days I kinda get it. It seems a little too fad oriented though. I have the feeling a lot of people do it because its a fad, not because they have any particular interest. There is a tattoo that I have/am considering but, it comes from a desire to have something integral to my identity adorned on me, not because its a fad. I still haven't decided on doing it or not, mostly because I don't have the design drawn out (and I'm not sure I'm the artist best suited to draw it) and I'm not sure about where to put it. I think the shoulder blade but, I don't know which one.

Back to my rant about body modification. The girl that gave me a ride back from Humboldt today, where I dropped off my truck to be repaired, had her nose pierced. Not the cute little diamond stud piercing but the ring through the side of the nose piercing. I didn't find it attractive. The girl, without the adornment of the nose ring, was probably what I'd consider to be attractive. But I couldn't get past this ring in her nose. It really didn't suit her at all. Thus I found myself being standoffish, for no reason other than this, relatively minor, body modification. I feel kind of bad about that, but since I can't pinpoint what made me feel that way, I don't know how to alter it. Thus I'm left with the situation of just having to accept it.

I know, I think too much. I should really stop that.

Toodles.

I am convinced the photocopier hates me. Somehow this non-sentient machine knows that it is I that am using it, and it takes the opportunity jam, misfire, screw up and just generally not work the way its supposed to. All I wanna do is the very boring task of copying shop drawings. Its does 20 sheets and then jams in spectacular fashion. I hate that. I just need it to work, in a very basic, limited fashion. Just make copies. It can't do that. Stupid auto-feed function. I hate photocopiers! :-(

Toodles.

My computer seems a little sluggish this morning. Could that be because I'm using the printer?

Are there any, purely internet, jobs left on the market?

I love how Windows is always so much smarter than me, and knows exactly what it needs to enable, to maximize my enjoyment of the operating system. I really appreciate how it turns on features I will definitely want, even though I did not explicitly ask for them. For instance, I really appreciated how it firewalled my laptop computer, when I configured it this morning, so I could transfer the files I'd been working on, with the laptop, in Saskatoon. I thought it was a truly excellent piece of programming for Windows to know that I'd need a firewall on this computer. It is so important that I be protected from having access to files on this computer, from a remote computer. I wouldn't want to maliciously hack myself when I copy my AutoCAD files from machine to machine. Plus, I was especially aware of how they don't put this firewall setting right up front, where you might unintentionally find it, and disable it, thus no longer protecting yourself from evil hackers. It really is best that it be buried a couple windows deep, so I have to hunt for it, to disable it. There are so many evil hackers in the world that Microsoft has to watch out for poor, stupid me.

Idiots.

Toodles!

I hate when flies get trapped in the window.

I don't know how I want to feel about this. There's computer people here in the office, doing things with our systems. That's kinda, sorta, supposed to be my job. It had to be neglected in favor of more important stuff. Clarence needed to be migrated to a new system, at the other shop, and I just never found enough time to really deal with the situation. Now we have techies in here doing stuff and I have a vague sense of having my 'turf' invaded. Not that I have time to deal with it anyway. I'm behind on at least two other things and I probably won't be here next week. There just isn't time for me to do this project. Still, I can't shake the feeling that interlopers are prying into my business.

Toodles.

What is the point of ear wax?

There are a lot of famous people in the 2001 edition of 'Ocean's Eleven'

I find it so annoying with they have well known professionals on Naughty Amateur Home Videos. And its even worse when its an obviously professional scene!

What's the purpose of shaving cream?

I had a good day. I worked hard since first thing this morning and I managed to get two things done, that I wanted to get out today. I'm not really at the end of all the things I need to get done, but I set a goal, and managed to complete it. Its been awhile since I was able to do that. It feels pretty good.

Toodles!

Have you ever noticed that the word cup, when you say its letter individually, also says 'see you pee'.

Sorry for not doing a more in-depth entry for today. I got a call this morning asking where the quote that had been requested a couple of weeks ago, was. I'd filed it to do later, then not gotten back to it. So I went, flat out, all day, finishing it. I should have read the thing more closely before filing it. At the end of the second page was a deadline. Just another example of there being too much to do, and not enough time to do it all in. Much like forgetting to write in the blog. Both things got done though, so I can't feel too bad.

Toodles!

I have a question. Actually, its more of a complaint than a question but its phrased in the form of a question.

Why is it no one has ever DONE anything when a computer breaks. I don't get that. I'm supposed to fix something, not replace it, or redo it, I'm supposed to 'fix' it, and not lose any data. But the person in question has not 'done' anything to cause the machine ti stop operating correctly. It just broke itself.

This drives me up the wall. Obviously something happened to make it stop working right. Nothing, anywhere, breaks completely mysteriously, without cause of provocation. There is always a cause and if you can ascertain when it started happening, maybe you can figure out the why. But no one wants to tell you what lead up to the failure. More likely than not they were mucking with something they shouldn't have, and now it doesn't work right. If they tell you what it was they were doing, maybe you can put it back and it will work. When its 'just broken' I'm at a loss about how to get it back to right. My theory is to just nuke it and start over, and be damned that they haven't been backing up their data.

That's just my two cents though.

Toodles.

I had ANOTHER strange dream.

In this dream, this weird guy captured these two girls, and kept them down in his dungeon. Periodically he would come in and torture them. He had a fascination with poking them in the breasts with needles. The room was completely dark, and black. They had no sense of where they were, or when they were.

Finally they managed to trick the torturer. He always drugged them before entering the room, so they didn't attack him when he tortured them. One time they didn't get drugged, and saved it. Then, when he came in, they injected the torturer with the stuff and paralyzed him. Then they stuck him in the torture machines and hurt him, before running out of the little torture room.

It turned out the torture room was in a hotel. They ran out of the room and were naked in the hallway of a hotel. Eventually they made it into a room where they regrouped and considered what to do next. For some reason they didn't want to call the police.

Eventually they called this male friend of theirs, who brought them some clothes and helped them figure out what to do next. One girl was too scared to do anything and just wanted to hide. The other one wanted more revenge on the torturer. She set up a scheme to catch him, and kill him. She would pretend to be drugged again, when the torturer escaped his machines and came looking for him.

When he went to attack her, for escaping, she would drug him again. Then she would take him back to the torture room, and put him through everything she had gone through, until he died. She had just contacted the torturer and told him where she was, to enact her plan, when the dream ends.

I gotta lay off the psychedelics before bed. LOL Toodles!

Here's a tip for everyone, on a good site for looking up movies and music. This is courtesy of Sean, so kudos go to him.

http://www.joblo.com/index.php

Toodles!

I had the most peculiar dream last night.

It started out that i was this shiftless guy. Then my father sought to motivate me by giving me this job of driving along the border between Manitoba and Saskatchewan. I did that, and stopped in Hudson Bay, Sask. From there i started doing house by house searches, evaluating them. I ended up in this slum area where I found illegal basements and people keeping rabid dogs for protection. I exposed the situation and I remembered I was the mayor's son and i made this an election issue. But it turned out the mayor was crooked and was helping these people live squalid lives so he could have the neighbourhood condemned and turn it into a massive, luxury complex.

Then it got real weird. There was this big debate in a large theatre/parliament building. The evil people were killing baby kittens, and i chased them into the debates of town issues. Then the head villian, who was running for mayor, revealed herself. But she was some shape changing creature actually, and turned the walls into snakes. Weird dog people attacked me, and i fought back, out into streets of a major city, with buses, and taxis and stuff. There was this elaborate battle in the air and on the ground before I cornered the villians in a school where I woke up.

And I didn't even have pickles or anything before bed. 8-|

Toodles!

Its been an interesting day.

Woke up way too early this morning. I don't really regret helping Kevin with the Co-op gig this weekend. I got what I wanted out of it and I feel he got value from my services. But the morning came too early this morning. I needed a couple more hours.

Which leads to lunch, where I fell asleep watching TV and didn't wake up until 1:15. That was embarassing but ultimately didn't result in any consequences.

Back to the morning where I was run off my feet with new things, and old things requiring new efforts. I'm not even close to being done but then again, didn't really expect to. The mechanical contractor on one project requested shop drawings while I was in Souris last week so I would say that constitutes a formal acceptance of our package. Now we're bidding on another reserve job and there's a design project from a town on my desk. Oh, and we're going to commence pilot testing in another town for a really big unit, or set of units. The waves of projects do not abate.

Flash forward to the afternoon. Had an illuminating discussion with my boss about the various facets of my job, the company, and where everything stands, and how it inter-relates. I know a little better what he's thinking, about a lot of things, and I feel reassured. Maybe my stress level won't go down any but he's aware of it, and sympathetic. It was reassuring to know that he noticed, and appreciated, my efforts of late.

Back to the morning. There was an annoyance I didn't need. Stupid hacker (I think) planted bombs on Clarence's computer and made it stop functioning properly. Could be a virus too but I'm leery of that idea as I don't believe Clarence gets a lot of email. Maybe I'm wrong on that but the couple times I've looked at his computer when the mail screen was up, there wasn't much to see. I didn't need that hassle when I had all these project concerns to worry about. I fussed with his computer(s) for an hour getting him something that would work. Another hour lost.

Lunch was good. I had a bacon, egg and cheese bagel. Thanks Mom!

That's an encapsulated look at my life today. I hope you liked the short story. Have a good one yourselves folks. Later!

I'm in Brandon tonight. I'm staying at my usual Days Inn, and also as usual, the same cute girl was on night shift. I had some pressing business that needed attending to this evening so there were no pleasantries. There were also no pleasantries when I got to the room.

I just wanted to send a thank you to everyone who reads the blog, and wrote me to ask how I was doing after a couple days of depressing blog entries. Thank you everyone. Your kind words, and consideration of my feelings were greatly appreciated.

Toodles!

Here is a song you have to download. Gil-Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

'My Immortal' by Evanescence is a good song for those moments when you feel tortured.

My eye has commenced twitching again. I hate that. Its not painful or anything, its just frustrating. Its this little twitch that you can't ignore because its so noticeable. I enjoyed it while it was gone and am not happy it has returned.

I looked at my grass at lunch. Its dying nicely. The back is a pronounced yellow and the front is hanging in but doesn't look good. I will cut it tonight and then hopefully we won't get any more rain and I'll be done cutting for the year. Unless I should try and keep the front going by watering it. I wouldn't mind cutting the front. Its the football field of a backyard that irritates me so much.

Thanks to everyone that asked about yesterday's blog entry. I appreciated the kind thoughts.

Toodles!

Today I am not happy. I don't feel like making a blog entry.

I need a hug.

What's the deal with nose studs now? I couldn't turn sideways this weekend without seeing someone how had a little stud in the side of their nose. Did a new fashion trend erupt with me asleep at the wheel?

Toodles!

I had an awesome morning!

The first thing to happen was, I checked my email and Tara had sent me something overnight! I opened the email and it was a couple of pictures of her, one of which being an image of her with her new, highlighted hair. I spent some time admiring her. She is still as gorgeous as ever. I really miss her. She is always so much fun and bouys my spirits no matter what the reason for their being low. I hope I get to talk to her soon.

Then, still in email checking mode, I investigated the status of my nerf bars. Lo and behold they were 'On Delivery'! That had me giddy with pleasure, after already being 9/10th's of the way there because of the email from Tara. They showed up here at just before 10:00. I took them out of the box, examined them, and took a couple pictures. I can't wait to get them mounted. I had some confusion as I tried to figure out where they go but I think I have it figured out. That is going to be such an awesome addition to my vehicle. And only 2-1/2 years late!

Back to work for me. I have a lot of stuff yet to do. Toodles!

A few thoughts that have been churning around in my head.

I think maybe it would be a good idea to buy some more weights, and another bar. I'd like to get back to my exercise regime. It has kind of been shelved of late with all of the traveling I've been doing lately. I'd like to get back to it. Since I ride my bike to and from work everyday, I don't think I wanna do the exercise bike as my exercise. Its too much of the same thing. I was thinking of getting some more weights, and go back to the weightlifting thing. My complaint with that always was, having to stop, change up the bar, before going to the next exercise always broke the routine and made it less 'fun' to do. If I had another bar I could have one dedicated to heavy weights, for the bulk lifting, and have a second bar, with less weight on it, for the conditioning exercises. I believe I will investigate that possibility this weekend. I also want to see what a rowing machine costs as that sounds like a good way to exercise, and watch TV, which I find to be a nice combination.

Is it just me or does Justin Timberlake seem to wanna be the white Michael Jackson? Not the weird, creepy Michael Jackson that exists now, but the old, talented black guy that people actually wanted to listen to. I had the (mis?)fortune of catching a Justin Timberlake video today at lunch. Damn if that didn't look like a video from the eighties. Had it been a radio song it would have been easy to mistake it for a Michael Jackson tune. I think Justin has identity issues.

Some people get really rabid about religion. I didn't think that happened anymore but there's a community near here that is in a uproar over religion. It boils down to a question of them publicly declaring their religious affiliation. There is quite a battle brewing over this issue. I got a bit of a glimpse into the saga today and while I can see their point, I'm glad its not me dealing with the situation.

That is all for now. Toodles!

I've noticed an interesting phenomenon that is occurring on the internet. Pop-up ads for dating sites are starting to encrouch on the domain that used to be reserved exclusively for adult vices (porn, gambling, etc). I get a lot of pop-ups for dating sites of one stripe or another when I visit innocuous sites like free, webmail sites. One in particular will launch three pop-ups for different dating sites when I log on to check my mail. I still don't think pop-up advertising works but at least having these ads appear on my screen feels less annoying that something for a big boob site, or something about penis enlargement. Getting a pop-up for a dating site seems more helpful than being told I need a more prodigious tool.

Toodles!

I just want to go on record as saying, 'I hate iron filter systems.'

I hate this job in Manitoba so much!

After some bad news, I got some good news.

1) I got a response to my inquiry to driverfx.ca. A customer service representative emailed me back with a tracking number for the nerf bars I ordered off the internet. I checked and they are currently 'In Terminal' with Purolator. Maybe, with some luck, they'll be here by week's end. (hope, hope)

2) My boss came into my office right at noon and had some good news for me. A consultant we are on friendly terms with just got an approval to construct a large membrane treatment unit for a town in Saskatchewan. The likelihood is that we'll be the listed specification for supplier of membrane treatment equipment. A cursory knowledge of the project would make it our largest project ever. And I'll design and implement it. Lots of work coming in now after a nervous early spring.

That is all. Toodles!

Again we had another night of lucid dreams. Maybe its not the dreams that are troubling so much as the fact that I'm close enough to consciousness that I'm remembering. Whatever the cause/effect relationship, I have a head of wool socks again.

Last night's dream had me walking across Saskatchewan. I'd walked from Winnipeg to Saskatoon, and was on my way home, to what I believe was Weekes. It was going to be a long walk (i.e. the distance would be long if driving) from Saskatoon so while I don't remember the exact destination, as I was heading to a 'home' that's what I presume it was.

That whole last paragraph was pointless. Anyway, I was one my way home, going north from Saskatoon towards Warman. Along my trip, around the point north on Warman Road where you meet the chemical plant, I ran into a girl from way back in my past. Christie Bjolverud from Central Butte. I have NO idea where that came from. Anyway, we were getting along famously, chatting and joking and flirting as we walked. Eventually we got to a 7-11/truck stop somewhere between Saskatoon and Warman. (There is no such place in reality) We stopped for drinking. The line was stupid at the 7-11 and while Christie got her drink, there were no cups left and I didn't get a slurpee like I was going to. I was annoyed but I was just going to keep going without one. She thought I should wait for more cups. Instead we left the 7-11 and walked to the truck stop place. Now as I think about it, it was more of an abandoned truck stop that was in the process of being renovated into a bar. (no, I don't know where that came from either) Inside there was a counter with a book/magazine store. For some reason I figured I should buy a movie to watch as we walked. (again, I don't know what made me think something so idiotic) I was in the process of picking from the meagre selection when I awoke, at 5:55 in the morning.

These dreams are stupid. I wish I could at least have a dream that made some sense, or contained imagery that I could appreciate where the reference came from. Christie Bjolverud? Walking from Saskatoon? 7-11/abandoned truck stop in the middle of nowhere? I don't get any of this.

On the nervous tick front, my whole eyeball seems to be quivering with each spasm now. And, I'm getting random muscle twitches in other parts of my body too. I hate being tense.

Toodles!

Why don't people listen to me?

I told them that the problem with the internet connection at our shop was the service to the building. In other words, either the modem was not working, or the system on the other side of the modem wasn't working. The setup of the computer was not a problem. Either way, SaskTel needed to be brought back to investigate their installation. What happens? They call software people to come set up the internet at the shop. Result? They waste a day trying only to come to the same conclusion I'd already reached. Solution? Do what I'd already suggested, and call SaskTel to look at the service to the building.

Why don't people listen to me?

I'm not happy. I'm really not happy. That doesn't really even cover it but I've resolved to not swear in this public forum so I'm not going to. That's all I want to do however.

It all boils down to my quest for my P.Eng. status. I got to talk to the girl at the APEGS office this morning. We went over a few things and my anger level rose with each explanation she laid out for me. When I finally got off the phone my body was quivering with suppressed rage and my right eye has not ceased twitching yet, and its 1:30 in the afternoon.

I can't think about it without flying into a seething rage so I'm just going to hit the highlights. As of this morning I am no further along in my quest for my P.Eng status. I remain locked at 32 months of experience. This is despite the fact that I've worked nearly twice that. Bygones. My chances of getting credit for the missing 6 months from Wheatheart are slim to none, based on a spurious decision that was made, and not documented AT ALL. I asked the very nice girl at the APEGS office what she thought was my best course of action and she told me, just do another 4 months. It'll probably get you to your goal faster.

Now for the really aggravating part. My Mentor is this Engineer-In-Training process has submitted NONE of the required documentation associated with the process. I have submitted and inquired with him about, two six month reports, and he has done nothing with either of them. So, as far as APEGS is concerned, I have been unemployed for the last year. The one piece of documentation that he has submitted was to say he was NOT willing to agree that I was ready for P. Eng. status. Thus I am completely screwed, and a screw-up, in his opinion.

So I sit here this afternoon in various fits of anger and abject depression. I have tried, and tried, and tried with this process, only to be met by indifference and derision from the people who make the decisions. If I could at least be treated with some kind of concern I might find satisfaction. But on various levels I have been forgotten and ignored. It makes me want to beat my fists against a wall, or crumple in misery. I hate this crap. Someone just make it go away.

I remain . . .

I had another perplexing dream last night. This pattern of being awakened by ridiculous dreams is starting to get on my nerves. I need a decent sleep and I keep screwing myself out of one.

Last night/this morning I dreamed that I woke up at 6:30. I had the part of the dream where I rolled over and looked at the clock, and it was 6:30. I must have awakened myself by this image because after that I lay there, thinking the alarm clock would go off soon. I waited and waited and waited and it didn't go off. So I rolled over again and it was just after 5:00. AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Grant's Kitchen Tip #1: The key to making a tasty Caesar salad is, adequate dressing, parmesan cheese and bacon bits.

Toodles!

Musings on another road trip . . .

There is a lot of bugs in nature already. I don't remember there being this many bugs, this early in the summer season.

Orange Slurpees may be the best flavor of Slurpee. Sprite Ice makes a good Slurpee flavor too.

I really enjoy p'zones from Pizza Hut.

My truck gets respectable gas mileage. I think though, that after all these highways miles lately, it would be a good idea for me to have it to a proper mechanic for a once over, and tune-up. I gotta stop ruling it to the razor edge before filling it with gas though. There were tense moments coming back to Brandon this morning.

Driving is very boring. It can be real hard to keep yourself awake and alert when you drive a long way. I had to stop on the way back today and get my wits about me.

There are SO many things that go through your mind when you have nothing to do but think. I'm not sure that's even healthy. The trouble is, you can't write anything down because you're driving. If a person could document all the thoughts, good and bad, that they had while driving, it would probably amaze them to realize afterward the abilities they have.

Chicken Chef makes a good hamburger.

I'm old. They had a show on Star! last night about Sixteen Candles. That movie is almost 20 years old. I remember watching it. That makes me old. Interesting show though. Reminded me of some things from the 80's, both good and bad. I suppose its not terrible to visit your past from time to time.

The damn Days Inn Brandon has made the internet access in the hotel rooms a pay service now. $8.00!!! Okay, its better than some places but you're never more indignant than when someone sticks a price on something you used to get for free.

I heartily endorse Audioslave as a musical choice.

That's about all I can think of. Like I said, all the good stuff you think about on the road, you forget once you climb out of the vehicle.

Toodles!!!

I"m pissed off. I was queued at 23 for my Weird Science movie. I told the computer to eject my Backup CD and it rebooted the computer. Thus, I lost my connection on the movie. Now I'm stuck with no spot in the download list.

Now for a real post.

I had yet another crappy night of sleep. This is becoming an all too familiar pattern. Its not even insomnia because I've had that and its different from this. I think its stress. I think too much going to sleep, have stupid, weird dreams while I'm asleep, and then wake up at different points in the night, usually having to get up to go to the bathroom since I'm awake. This sleep thing is a good indicator of stress and my right eye has been twitching for a week. That's a really good indicator of stress for me. When I'm under pressure, I get this nervous twitch that makes my eye flinch. I hate it but like any twitch you can't control it. I think I need to relax a little.

I hate closed doors. My boss closed his door this morning, ostensibly to talk on the phone. I don't know that for certain but that's my guess. I hate closed doors. I always get real paranoid and think something bad is about to happen to me. I'm paranoid by nature but that only serves to accentuate the problem. Again we come back to the 'need to relax' place.

For those of you that read the blog, a shout out to my sister. She informed me last night that she got herself a brand spanking new promotion. Any of you that are capable of sending her a congrats should do so at your next earliest convenience. I gave her one last night but here's a public one for her to enjoy. Way to go Pooh Bear!!!

Toodles!

Let's see how this works. I decided to change the blog layout this morning. What is the opinion of my readership?

I"m watching a new Dennis Miller comedy special on Movie Central. Dennis Miller IS the funniest comedian I've ever seen!!!

More strange dreams last night. In this one I was a high school aged guy. I got my girlfriend pregnant. But it wasn't modern society but some strange, science-fiction-like society. When you became pregnant, the couple had to report to this training center. Once there you had to go through this facility that was museum-like, with wall presentations and such. It was kind of surreal. Me and the girl in question (sadly, no one in particular, but just a pretty girl that I did not otherwise recognize) were late getting to the main presentation, and ended up behind in the lessons. So, instead of being part of the group that was going through baby-care (which was happening when we arrived) we sat down at some computer workstations to go through some simulations. They were really bad ass computers, frankly. Workstation systems with major power and big flat screen monitors. But I digress.

The most significant part of the baby training session was this part where you were supposed to be evaluated having sex. I'm not sure what the purpose of this was, as we'd already been successful in accomplishing the ultimate goal of sex. The idea of it was, you would have sex, and a nurse would monitor your body heat as you moved, and then make suggestions on what you could do better, etc. Again, I have to say I don't know what purpose this had as we'd already achieved pregnancy. I never got to the action portion of the dream (no surprisingly) as I balked at the idea of having sex in front of a nurse.

That's all I can remember from the dream. I awoke in the middle night because of it and had a poor night after that. I'm starting to get pissed off about my sleep habits.

Toodles!

I did laundry tonight, as I do every Thursday night. A situation came to my attention that may require some attention. I think I'm going to have to consider doing a complete re-evaluation of my sock/underwear situation. There are some glaring problems in both areas. 8-(

There was this French Canadian hunting guide who guided this Harvard English professor on a hunting trip far out in the woods of Quebec. Unfortunately, the canuck had not counted on the prof being a big drinker, so they quickly ran out of booze, and were left sitting around the campfire that night with nothing to do.

The prof said, "I know, lets play a word game. I'll think of a word and write it down, and you can ask ten question to figure out what word I wrote down, ok?"

The canuck replied, "Dat souns like a guud idear, eh."

So the prof thought for a bit, and wrote down the word "MOOSECOCK" on his paper, and said he was ready.

The canuck asked the first question: "Is it someting you can eat, eh?"

The prof replied, "Weeeelllll... I suppose... Yeah, I suppose it is something you could eat."

The canuck answered: "Is it MOOSECOCK????"

Another night of fitful sleep and peculiar dreams. Last night I had a recurring dream that I broke my shoe lace. Every pair of shoes I put on, and subsequently tied up, the lace would snap. It kept happening over and over. I think there might be some significance to that but I can't puzzle out what it might be.

Toodles!

A few points of interest today.

They paved the highway outside the office today. They were working on the stretch where highway 5 changes at Watson. There's a 100 m stretch, where highway 5 stops before picking up again to head east. This happens at Watson. The Department of Highways had a paving crew out on the road today. It didn't interrupt my day at all but all the people that live in Englefeld, and work in Watson, would have been sorely inconvenienced.

I watched the series finale of Dawson's Creek tonight. First of all, I didn't like the ending. I won't ruin it if you're reading this and haven't seen the ending but I was left unfulfilled. I suppose the guy had a point with how he wrote it but I disagree. We're all entitled to our opinion. The death part was played to full emotional payoff, which I suppose is what the show is best at. I will concede that the episode was a fairly effective piece of television. I, however, was not left feeling satisfied. I'll check with a real Dawson's Creek fanatic tomorrow and see if my opinion differs from those that follow the show passionately.

That is all. Toodles!

Liam Lynch - United States of Whatever

Melissa suggested this song to me. She was apologetic about it because she was correct, it is moronically stupid. And yet, it fun and funny in a way that's infectious. Give it a try, if nothing else.

Toodles!

I fell asleep on the couch last night, and thus did the majority of my sleeping there. Had some weird dreams that I don't really remember. Went to bed at about 4:00 and had more weird dreams.

The one I remember had me flying back from Toronto. But the plane took off from the middle of the terminal, and flew through corridors and restaurants, and through walls and stuff. And the plane had no cabin over me. It was like I was sitting on the wings. Then we got outside and there was a storm raging. The plane got caught in a tornado and that's where I woke up.

Oh yeah, and I was almost late for the plane because I was at a paintball match. I was supposed to be playing but there wasn't enough equipment, so I ended up watching. But then I wasn't alone in watching, and I was surrounded by little kids, and they were all lined up like theatre seating.

I left the stadium (it was a stadium instead of the paintball place) and got halfway to the plane before I realized I'd forgotten my backpack, so I had to go back and get it. I was swimming against the tide of people leaving. I got my pack, and made my way back to the plane, but I almost missed it.

Also, and on the way too paintball I was on a plane also. This gay guy was hitting on me and I told him to piss off but he wouldn't take the message. Then this old, proper English dude told off the gay guy, and he left in a snit.

So I was asleep for a long time last night, but it wasn't as restful as I would have liked. I hate convoluted dreams.

Toodles!

How many pairs of those latex gloves do you think a sandwich shop goes through in a day?

Again with this movie! I'm watching Shallow Hal for the second time today. I have a question. How is it that the particular qualities of unattractiveness were assigned to the people with unattractive 'inner beauty'? Some were fat, some were old and scrawny, etc. What personality trait corresponds with fat? I'd really like to know this.

Confused as always . . .

I'm having a devil of a time remembering things lately. I had a good blog topic on my mind this morning but I'm neck deep in work items again this week and I forgot to write my blog idea down at the moment I had it. Consequently, now that the afternoon has rolled around I have forgotten what I was going to say.

If I think of it, I'll try to write it down immediately for you, my reading public.

Toodles!

I'm always a little disappointed when Naughty Amateur Home Videos has obvious professionals on it.

I forgot what I wanted to put here today. I thought of something while I was driving but its left me.

Instead I will say how disappointed I am in the outcome of the Vancouver Canucks hockey game. They just didn't show up in this third period. How sad. A Minnesota Wild versus Anaheim Mighty Ducks semi-final? What kind of nonsense is that?

Toodles!