Blog Question Of The Day:
Would it be a bad idea to put a hand on each terminal of one's car battery?
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Monday, January 26, 2004
I got my Professional Engineer paraphenalia in the mail, just before I went to Mexico. I brought it to work last week but was continually distracted and never got around to putting all the stuff away. I did that this afternoon. I feel kinda proud of what I've accomplished. Despite all the handicaps, and hardship I went through, I made it to the other side, with this designation now affixed to my name. I feel a sense of accomplishment. However, I am a little dim on how to continue. Once you're reached the summit of the mountain, what do you do next?
Should I seal my next rent cheque? LMAO
Toodles.
Should I seal my next rent cheque? LMAO
Toodles.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Have you ever wondered how many trees are wasted, in the name of Christmas?
Across the street from my house is one of the Christmas tree dumps. Its in the parking lot for the mall. I had occasion to go to the mall today and this question struck me. There are hundreds of trees piled up over there. And this is only one dump, of several, for a city of only modest size, globally speaking. How many trees do we cut down, sell, and then throw away, having a useful Christmas purpose of maybe a month? Two at the most? Isn't that just a little too wasteful, in a time in history where we are taxing our resources?
Just a thought.
Toodles!
Across the street from my house is one of the Christmas tree dumps. Its in the parking lot for the mall. I had occasion to go to the mall today and this question struck me. There are hundreds of trees piled up over there. And this is only one dump, of several, for a city of only modest size, globally speaking. How many trees do we cut down, sell, and then throw away, having a useful Christmas purpose of maybe a month? Two at the most? Isn't that just a little too wasteful, in a time in history where we are taxing our resources?
Just a thought.
Toodles!
Friday, January 23, 2004
I think people's stupidity can be summed up by one example. And this example involves parking lots.
Why is it that people lose their ability to think rationally in a parking lot? I'm trying to park at the arena tonight, and I'm driving up and down the aisles looking for a spot. When its summer, and you can see the lines painted on the asphalt, no one has any trouble parking neatly in rows and columns. Throw a little snow on the lot, and everyone seems to lose their mind.
For example, lets take the idiot that, despite having more or less dilineated pair of vehicle facing each other, to form a row, takes it upon himself to park across the space that would normally be filled by two cars. As well, he places his beat up, crap ass truck slightly skewed, thus taking up even more room that he does not need.
Then there are the geniuses that can't grasp the concept of an exit lane. The break in the curbing that CLEARLY exists to allow exit from the parking lot. The first three rows of cars all notice and allow for the exit lane. But then there is that winner that figures, there's an empty space here, I'll just park. Or the next couple hundred people that follow Swiftey's maneuver, and turn the whole parking lot into one of those hedge mazes.
Let us not forget the buffoon that swings his car into the parking lot and leaves about 5 feet between him and the car next to him. Its well more than plenty for exiting the vehicle, but is too small to allow for another vehicle to park in between. And somehow these twits know just how much room to make the spot tantalizing, but just small enough to not allow an attempt. So you have that elation at finding a spot, and the subsequent crushing defeat of it being too small. Which is inevitably chased by raging thunder as you curse the simple minded fool.
I swear, my blood pressure would go down 15% if I didn't have to drive anywhere. Other people seem to give me a rash.
Toodles!
Why is it that people lose their ability to think rationally in a parking lot? I'm trying to park at the arena tonight, and I'm driving up and down the aisles looking for a spot. When its summer, and you can see the lines painted on the asphalt, no one has any trouble parking neatly in rows and columns. Throw a little snow on the lot, and everyone seems to lose their mind.
For example, lets take the idiot that, despite having more or less dilineated pair of vehicle facing each other, to form a row, takes it upon himself to park across the space that would normally be filled by two cars. As well, he places his beat up, crap ass truck slightly skewed, thus taking up even more room that he does not need.
Then there are the geniuses that can't grasp the concept of an exit lane. The break in the curbing that CLEARLY exists to allow exit from the parking lot. The first three rows of cars all notice and allow for the exit lane. But then there is that winner that figures, there's an empty space here, I'll just park. Or the next couple hundred people that follow Swiftey's maneuver, and turn the whole parking lot into one of those hedge mazes.
Let us not forget the buffoon that swings his car into the parking lot and leaves about 5 feet between him and the car next to him. Its well more than plenty for exiting the vehicle, but is too small to allow for another vehicle to park in between. And somehow these twits know just how much room to make the spot tantalizing, but just small enough to not allow an attempt. So you have that elation at finding a spot, and the subsequent crushing defeat of it being too small. Which is inevitably chased by raging thunder as you curse the simple minded fool.
I swear, my blood pressure would go down 15% if I didn't have to drive anywhere. Other people seem to give me a rash.
Toodles!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for 5¢ each. I thought that was odd since
they were normally a couple thousand dollars each. I decided not to look a
gift horse in the mouth.
I bought 200.
I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home.
I have a big car.
I let one of them drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded.
In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in
their genitals.
I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals.
I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my apartment.
They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.
They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam
into the wall.
Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its
third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they
all died.
No apparent reason.
They all just sort of dropped dead.
Kind of like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.
Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do.
There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my apartment.
On the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet.
It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.
That worked for a while.
That is until they began to decompose.
Then it started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to
call the plumber.
I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
Unfortunately, there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time, so I
had to change them every 30 seconds.
I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them.
Little did I know my bed was flammable.
I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my
freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.
The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys or use the
bathroom.
I severely beat one of my monkeys.
I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates.
I told him that I had a wet one.
He couldn't take that one either.
I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution.
I gave them out as Christmas gifts.
My friends didn't know quite what to say.
They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.
Ingrates.
So I punched them in the genitals.
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for 5¢ each. I thought that was odd since
they were normally a couple thousand dollars each. I decided not to look a
gift horse in the mouth.
I bought 200.
I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home.
I have a big car.
I let one of them drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded.
In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in
their genitals.
I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals.
I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my apartment.
They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.
They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam
into the wall.
Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its
third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they
all died.
No apparent reason.
They all just sort of dropped dead.
Kind of like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.
Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do.
There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my apartment.
On the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet.
It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.
That worked for a while.
That is until they began to decompose.
Then it started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to
call the plumber.
I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
Unfortunately, there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time, so I
had to change them every 30 seconds.
I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them.
Little did I know my bed was flammable.
I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my
freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.
The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys or use the
bathroom.
I severely beat one of my monkeys.
I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates.
I told him that I had a wet one.
He couldn't take that one either.
I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution.
I gave them out as Christmas gifts.
My friends didn't know quite what to say.
They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.
Ingrates.
So I punched them in the genitals.
I like monkeys.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
This is an episode of Newlyweds I'd never seen!
We open with a moment so hilarious it should be illegal. Nick and Jessica are making out in the pool. (why do they get a pool and I don't!?!) Nick asks for a 'hummer'. Just hearing him say it made me spit. Its a shame they were talking about the Humvee. I have a feeling Nick wasn't 'necessarily' talking about the vehicle. :-P
The trip to Home Depot was amusing. Jessica doesn't do suburban chic very well. She is not hip to Home Depot.
Moving on its all about Jessica. It is her Mad Hatter 23rd Un-Birthday. WTF!?! Can't they stupid chicks do anything normal? Jessica invites all her friends, and as this is a TV show about normal life, we have to have the obligatory friends from grade school jet in for that all important 23rd birthday. It must be nice to have a budget. Jessica acts like 23 is old. She also manages to point out her lack of mental agility by saying that 25 is 'almost' mid twenties.
Shift to the night of the party. In a poorly chosen decision, Jessica goes in costume in what appears to be, vampish call girl. Its either that, or she's a time travelling Ronelle. Mucho drinking in the limo. a) why are we doing a limo to a birthday party and b) these people drink a lot.
Scenes from the party? BOR-ing. The dance, or some semblance of what passes for dancing. There is, of course, lots of alcohol. Jessica auditions for the part of drunk stripper. She pulls it off in convincing style. As you'd expect, this being a show about celebrities, that there would have to be celebrities at the party. We cap with, Jessica stumbling into the limo, and as they go to sleep in their bed, Nick again asks for that mysterious 'hummer'. ROTFLMFAO!!!!!!
The morning after, Jessica gets Louis Vitton accessories. Yawn. On the upside, Nick's plan to kill the bees is a success.
Summation? Yes, Jessica is a ditz. But we love her for it. What a great show. :-D
We open with a moment so hilarious it should be illegal. Nick and Jessica are making out in the pool. (why do they get a pool and I don't!?!) Nick asks for a 'hummer'. Just hearing him say it made me spit. Its a shame they were talking about the Humvee. I have a feeling Nick wasn't 'necessarily' talking about the vehicle. :-P
The trip to Home Depot was amusing. Jessica doesn't do suburban chic very well. She is not hip to Home Depot.
Moving on its all about Jessica. It is her Mad Hatter 23rd Un-Birthday. WTF!?! Can't they stupid chicks do anything normal? Jessica invites all her friends, and as this is a TV show about normal life, we have to have the obligatory friends from grade school jet in for that all important 23rd birthday. It must be nice to have a budget. Jessica acts like 23 is old. She also manages to point out her lack of mental agility by saying that 25 is 'almost' mid twenties.
Shift to the night of the party. In a poorly chosen decision, Jessica goes in costume in what appears to be, vampish call girl. Its either that, or she's a time travelling Ronelle. Mucho drinking in the limo. a) why are we doing a limo to a birthday party and b) these people drink a lot.
Scenes from the party? BOR-ing. The dance, or some semblance of what passes for dancing. There is, of course, lots of alcohol. Jessica auditions for the part of drunk stripper. She pulls it off in convincing style. As you'd expect, this being a show about celebrities, that there would have to be celebrities at the party. We cap with, Jessica stumbling into the limo, and as they go to sleep in their bed, Nick again asks for that mysterious 'hummer'. ROTFLMFAO!!!!!!
The morning after, Jessica gets Louis Vitton accessories. Yawn. On the upside, Nick's plan to kill the bees is a success.
Summation? Yes, Jessica is a ditz. But we love her for it. What a great show. :-D
Monday, January 19, 2004
Well, its been an . . . interesting morning.
As far as I can tell so far, nothing monumental happened while I was on vacation. However, that assessment of the situation is on hold because . . . there's no one here.
At the current time the front door to the office is locked. The boss is still at the cabin, by the lake, and may come in this afternoon. The office manager/accountant is just, not here. The secretary was here, but she had to leave to go to court. Thus, on my first day back from vacation, there is nobody here to tell me what's been going on. And because no one has told me what's been going on, I can't do anything because, I don't know if its already been done!
Thus, we are faced with a situation where I'm right back to where I was when I left a week and a half ago. I'm sitting at my desk, waiting for something to fly apart. I really hate being in that mode. It always makes me nervous and sick to my stomach. I'd almost like it better if things had flown apart and I could be in 'fix' mode.
Reporting live from a deserted office, I remain . . .
As far as I can tell so far, nothing monumental happened while I was on vacation. However, that assessment of the situation is on hold because . . . there's no one here.
At the current time the front door to the office is locked. The boss is still at the cabin, by the lake, and may come in this afternoon. The office manager/accountant is just, not here. The secretary was here, but she had to leave to go to court. Thus, on my first day back from vacation, there is nobody here to tell me what's been going on. And because no one has told me what's been going on, I can't do anything because, I don't know if its already been done!
Thus, we are faced with a situation where I'm right back to where I was when I left a week and a half ago. I'm sitting at my desk, waiting for something to fly apart. I really hate being in that mode. It always makes me nervous and sick to my stomach. I'd almost like it better if things had flown apart and I could be in 'fix' mode.
Reporting live from a deserted office, I remain . . .
Thursday, January 08, 2004
THIS is, BY FAR, the COOLEST thing EVER!!!
I have my NEW, portable USB hard drive hooked up right now. This little device is like the realization of a quest I've been on for years. I have always wanted a device that I could carry around with me, and plug into any computer, and have my files with me. Instead of using floppies (old school and WAY too small), ZIP disks (better but not enough capacity and too expensive for disks), CD's (too cumbersome to use in a rewriteable manner) I know have this. I have 120 GB of hard drive capacity, to hold any and all files that I deem necessary to have in reach.
I love this thing! I can't say it any clearer. I've got one folder on it so far, but that'll change soon. I have so much capacity. I have a drive in my main computer that has 40 GB allocated to downloads and files I access (not games or applications). That's half full. Put all those files on this portable hard drive, and I still have 100 GB left! I love this thing.
Please excuse me while I go off into the corner and gigle insanely.
Toodles!!!
I have my NEW, portable USB hard drive hooked up right now. This little device is like the realization of a quest I've been on for years. I have always wanted a device that I could carry around with me, and plug into any computer, and have my files with me. Instead of using floppies (old school and WAY too small), ZIP disks (better but not enough capacity and too expensive for disks), CD's (too cumbersome to use in a rewriteable manner) I know have this. I have 120 GB of hard drive capacity, to hold any and all files that I deem necessary to have in reach.
I love this thing! I can't say it any clearer. I've got one folder on it so far, but that'll change soon. I have so much capacity. I have a drive in my main computer that has 40 GB allocated to downloads and files I access (not games or applications). That's half full. Put all those files on this portable hard drive, and I still have 100 GB left! I love this thing.
Please excuse me while I go off into the corner and gigle insanely.
Toodles!!!
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
The internet is truly a wonderful thing!
I am glad that I grew up in the Internet age. So many great, and wonderous things were given to us, when we developed this ubiquitious communication tool. Its so much more than just communication though. There are games, and shopping. Probably the most important, to most people, is how simple, and easy it has become to acquire entertainment. But even more important that being simple and easy, it can be done anonymously.
I think we all know that there are methods that exist, on the internet, to acquire entertainment. Some of these are free, and legitimate, and any of these that exist, are extremely popular. But there is also a nefarious side too.
Now nobody likes to talk about this but, there are reasons beyond economy for pursuing your entertainment in this manner. Often people that have no monetary reason to look for anonymous thrills, do so anyway. Its because its anonymous. You don't have to stand in front of a cash register, look a clerk in the eye, as they ring up your rental (or purchase). You don't have to hide your eyes, and disguise your shame, as you pay hard earned money for things that you shouldn't be buying. But you want them. You need them. You have to have them. Something burns in your soul that you must acquire these goods, whether it be right and pure for you to have them or not. Something spurs you, from deep within, to satisfy this thirst which is never quenched.
But you are ashamed, and you are embarassed, and it makes going to the store hard. Until the internet you had to wrestle with your soul, as you fought urges that didn't want to be contained. Now you don't have to fight. Though its wrong to acquire them, you now can have them, and no record is traced back to you. It is beauty, and simplicity at the same time.
I'm downloading "The Lizzie McGuire Movie"
I am glad that I grew up in the Internet age. So many great, and wonderous things were given to us, when we developed this ubiquitious communication tool. Its so much more than just communication though. There are games, and shopping. Probably the most important, to most people, is how simple, and easy it has become to acquire entertainment. But even more important that being simple and easy, it can be done anonymously.
I think we all know that there are methods that exist, on the internet, to acquire entertainment. Some of these are free, and legitimate, and any of these that exist, are extremely popular. But there is also a nefarious side too.
Now nobody likes to talk about this but, there are reasons beyond economy for pursuing your entertainment in this manner. Often people that have no monetary reason to look for anonymous thrills, do so anyway. Its because its anonymous. You don't have to stand in front of a cash register, look a clerk in the eye, as they ring up your rental (or purchase). You don't have to hide your eyes, and disguise your shame, as you pay hard earned money for things that you shouldn't be buying. But you want them. You need them. You have to have them. Something burns in your soul that you must acquire these goods, whether it be right and pure for you to have them or not. Something spurs you, from deep within, to satisfy this thirst which is never quenched.
But you are ashamed, and you are embarassed, and it makes going to the store hard. Until the internet you had to wrestle with your soul, as you fought urges that didn't want to be contained. Now you don't have to fight. Though its wrong to acquire them, you now can have them, and no record is traced back to you. It is beauty, and simplicity at the same time.
I'm downloading "The Lizzie McGuire Movie"
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
I'm watching Newlyweds again. :-D
This is, BY FAR, the funniest episode of Newlyweds.
Its all encapsulated in one moment, right at the end. If you haven't seen it, it might not make sense. But its totally hilarious.
Nick decorated the house. Jessica doesn't like it because they didn't hire anyone. They argue about it, and Jessica says, she'll just hire Nick. He wants to know how he's going to be paid. Jessica says, in bed.
Nick: I want a raise. With extra benefits.
Jessica: What's that?
Nick: You know what.
Jessica just stares at him.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!
This is, BY FAR, the funniest episode of Newlyweds.
Its all encapsulated in one moment, right at the end. If you haven't seen it, it might not make sense. But its totally hilarious.
Nick decorated the house. Jessica doesn't like it because they didn't hire anyone. They argue about it, and Jessica says, she'll just hire Nick. He wants to know how he's going to be paid. Jessica says, in bed.
Nick: I want a raise. With extra benefits.
Jessica: What's that?
Nick: You know what.
Jessica just stares at him.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!
Monday, January 05, 2004
I am unhappy.
I bought this new truck. The theory behind its purchase was, I wanted worry-free operation, because I travel so much. So, I get into the cold weather of a Saskatchewan winter and what do I get? I get a vehicle that won't start.
My frustration is doubled by the fact that, I added to my expensive purchase a remote start for my vehicle, so I could start it safely, and warmly, from inside a building. What happens when I try to use this feature? It won't start.
Why am I spending all this money if the equipment I bought will not perform as intended? I don't think I ask too much in requesting that my equipment work as intended. I just want it to work the way its supposed to; I am not trying to get more from it than its programmed to give. Just work when you're supposed to work, dammit!
I remain . . .
I bought this new truck. The theory behind its purchase was, I wanted worry-free operation, because I travel so much. So, I get into the cold weather of a Saskatchewan winter and what do I get? I get a vehicle that won't start.
My frustration is doubled by the fact that, I added to my expensive purchase a remote start for my vehicle, so I could start it safely, and warmly, from inside a building. What happens when I try to use this feature? It won't start.
Why am I spending all this money if the equipment I bought will not perform as intended? I don't think I ask too much in requesting that my equipment work as intended. I just want it to work the way its supposed to; I am not trying to get more from it than its programmed to give. Just work when you're supposed to work, dammit!
I remain . . .
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
What if they held a cabaret and nobody showed up?
I'm here at Sask. Place, doing my appointed duty as beer purveyor. Its not a terribly useful situation at the current time. I have been here for two hours. I think we're averaging about 3 drinks an hour. At the current rate we won't even cover the power consumption for the lights, and most of them are off.
Reporting live from a very deserted Cabaret Central. . .
I'm here at Sask. Place, doing my appointed duty as beer purveyor. Its not a terribly useful situation at the current time. I have been here for two hours. I think we're averaging about 3 drinks an hour. At the current rate we won't even cover the power consumption for the lights, and most of them are off.
Reporting live from a very deserted Cabaret Central. . .
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
I have a question.
Why do people even bother opening between Christmas and New Year's Day? I can see the point of it with stores. After Christmas you have major sales to clear out your inventory, that was acquired for the Christmas season. I'd guess that stores actually do a good business during this week.
But what about normal offices, government institutions, construction, administrative, otherwise paper pushing businesses. What is accomplished by being open? Half the people take some vacation time anyway, and aren't there to answer their phone. The other half that come in, can't accomplish anything anyway, because that first half is needed, for answering questions, fulfilling requests, checking stock levels, etc. With such a massive number of people taking time off, it pretty much grinds the whole business world to a stop. Why not, instead, just mandate that everyone is taking X number of days at Christmas time, and don't even bother with the pretext of being 'open'. You're open, but you're not doing anything. Its just boring.
This is my thought. I could be wrong.
Toodles!
Why do people even bother opening between Christmas and New Year's Day? I can see the point of it with stores. After Christmas you have major sales to clear out your inventory, that was acquired for the Christmas season. I'd guess that stores actually do a good business during this week.
But what about normal offices, government institutions, construction, administrative, otherwise paper pushing businesses. What is accomplished by being open? Half the people take some vacation time anyway, and aren't there to answer their phone. The other half that come in, can't accomplish anything anyway, because that first half is needed, for answering questions, fulfilling requests, checking stock levels, etc. With such a massive number of people taking time off, it pretty much grinds the whole business world to a stop. Why not, instead, just mandate that everyone is taking X number of days at Christmas time, and don't even bother with the pretext of being 'open'. You're open, but you're not doing anything. Its just boring.
This is my thought. I could be wrong.
Toodles!
Monday, December 29, 2003
It never ends.
I wasn't here 10 minutes and I was getting a phone call from the subject of my ever growing neurosis. Its the Christmas holiday season and my enduring gift is to have this place, and these people, haunt me every moment of my day. It is my curse, my damnation. Why can't they just leave me alone for a day?
I wasn't here 10 minutes and I was getting a phone call from the subject of my ever growing neurosis. Its the Christmas holiday season and my enduring gift is to have this place, and these people, haunt me every moment of my day. It is my curse, my damnation. Why can't they just leave me alone for a day?
Saturday, December 27, 2003
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
I know I ranted about this yesterday but, it deserves being said again. People piss me off!
I have a town, with two types of filtration occurring before distribution to the town. Its three days before Christmas, and one of the types of filtration has failed. Readings taken of the water quality prove that the filtered water is actually worse than the raw water (in one respect) There is a definable problem with the process and it needs a remedy.
Its the week of Christmas. The whole world is shutting down for the holiday week. I have a malfunctioning process, and nobody available to go fix it. Furthermore, there is no quick fix solution to the problem. Making the process right again will take several days. Meanwhile there is a town of 2000+ people that need water while they enjoy Christmas.
So I make a decision. I have 15 minutes to choose something, because that's the window between whether I can sent a programmer to the water treatment plant to alter the operation of the plant. I don't have time to ask everyone what to do. I have to choose.
So I choose. I send the programmer, and we bypass the faulty portion of the process. Then I write a piece of correspondence, outlining the problem, the likely cause, and the solution I've enacted, which guarantees the town some treated water until we can come back, after the holiday, to remedy the malfunctioning process.
So what kind of response do I get from the project Engineer? A rude email suggesting I should have run the decision through them, for review and approval. I didn't have that much time. The programmer gave me until the end of the day I decided, so about 15 minutes, to make a choice about what to do. I couldn't give the town untreated water. I considered that unacceptable. So I chose the temporary fix.
Why write me a rude letter? What does that accomplish. If I had any other choice I would have consulted them, and gotten approvals. I didn't have that kind of time. What's accomplished by calling me down. Help me, don't sit on your throne and judge me poorly based on everything I do. Be in the business of solutions, not protecting your own interest. I don't think that's fair. Especially when you know you'll be out of the office yourself, for an extended Christmas break, and will be unreachable. There's a town full of people who's lives are affected by your behaviour. Help them, don't ignore them.
I am mad.
I have a town, with two types of filtration occurring before distribution to the town. Its three days before Christmas, and one of the types of filtration has failed. Readings taken of the water quality prove that the filtered water is actually worse than the raw water (in one respect) There is a definable problem with the process and it needs a remedy.
Its the week of Christmas. The whole world is shutting down for the holiday week. I have a malfunctioning process, and nobody available to go fix it. Furthermore, there is no quick fix solution to the problem. Making the process right again will take several days. Meanwhile there is a town of 2000+ people that need water while they enjoy Christmas.
So I make a decision. I have 15 minutes to choose something, because that's the window between whether I can sent a programmer to the water treatment plant to alter the operation of the plant. I don't have time to ask everyone what to do. I have to choose.
So I choose. I send the programmer, and we bypass the faulty portion of the process. Then I write a piece of correspondence, outlining the problem, the likely cause, and the solution I've enacted, which guarantees the town some treated water until we can come back, after the holiday, to remedy the malfunctioning process.
So what kind of response do I get from the project Engineer? A rude email suggesting I should have run the decision through them, for review and approval. I didn't have that much time. The programmer gave me until the end of the day I decided, so about 15 minutes, to make a choice about what to do. I couldn't give the town untreated water. I considered that unacceptable. So I chose the temporary fix.
Why write me a rude letter? What does that accomplish. If I had any other choice I would have consulted them, and gotten approvals. I didn't have that kind of time. What's accomplished by calling me down. Help me, don't sit on your throne and judge me poorly based on everything I do. Be in the business of solutions, not protecting your own interest. I don't think that's fair. Especially when you know you'll be out of the office yourself, for an extended Christmas break, and will be unreachable. There's a town full of people who's lives are affected by your behaviour. Help them, don't ignore them.
I am mad.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
One more day of work has almost been completed. There was less of a beating today, which was a positive. Still hunting the same ponderous beast. I'm not sure I'm winning at all, but I felt like I didn't lose as much today. Gotta look for the positives in life.
People frustrate me. At the end of the day what's really bothering me lately is people. There are problems to be dealt with and the most you can get from anyone is, well that's not specific problem. How does that help me? Okay, maybe its not your particular problem but I'm making the effort to reach out, and seek some assistance with my current state of affairs and I get back, the world won't end. I'm not worried about the world ending, I just wanna put a decent resolution on a screwed up situation. I have trouble with asking for help, so its demoralizing to have my request essentially belittled.
An the same topic of people pissing me off, why do I have to do everything? I got a call this afternoon. The person on the other end wanted me to give them a decision on something. It was about scheduling an installation. That's supposed to be his job. Its nothing complex or intricate, or for that matter anything I've ever dealt with before. But for some reason he felt it necessary to not decide anything himself and call me. I'm in the middle of dealing with my haunting nightmare of a project, and he interjects with a phone call about a dinky 5 gpm unit. AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
I think its time for a holiday.
Toodles.
People frustrate me. At the end of the day what's really bothering me lately is people. There are problems to be dealt with and the most you can get from anyone is, well that's not specific problem. How does that help me? Okay, maybe its not your particular problem but I'm making the effort to reach out, and seek some assistance with my current state of affairs and I get back, the world won't end. I'm not worried about the world ending, I just wanna put a decent resolution on a screwed up situation. I have trouble with asking for help, so its demoralizing to have my request essentially belittled.
An the same topic of people pissing me off, why do I have to do everything? I got a call this afternoon. The person on the other end wanted me to give them a decision on something. It was about scheduling an installation. That's supposed to be his job. Its nothing complex or intricate, or for that matter anything I've ever dealt with before. But for some reason he felt it necessary to not decide anything himself and call me. I'm in the middle of dealing with my haunting nightmare of a project, and he interjects with a phone call about a dinky 5 gpm unit. AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
I think its time for a holiday.
Toodles.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Monday morning dawned with my old nemesis, still square within my sights. The large, hulking beast that is my enemy, will not relent. Like some invincible super-villian of cartoon infamy, it teases and tortures me with cruel lack of mercy. I am beaten, bruised, reduced to pulp. A crying heap in the middle vast plain, that is devoid of anything, least of all hope. I stand, near to broken, wishing only for release.
Friday, December 19, 2003
The morning has dawned with more hope than I've known in some time. The trials and tribulations of a day spent battling a beast that would not be slayed have been forgotten. In my deep focus, on the monster that confronted me, I had forgotten a quest that had begun a long time back in the mist. A melancholy that had dropped its curtain over me, in slow folds of heavy thick velvet, has been lifted. The completion of a long, arduous quest has lifted my spirits for the continued battle with the beast. I now face the day, my chin held high.
I got my P.Eng designation!
Toodles!
I got my P.Eng designation!
Toodles!
Thursday, December 18, 2003
The beast is winning.
Each stab at its black heart, does little more than scratch at the coarse, leathery exterior that protects this demon from harm. Attempts to slay this hedious beast are all repelled, and seem only to enrage the cold monster. On swipe from a rusty, pitted sword is met with a roar of fury, that alone is nearly enough to fell any warrior, no matter how hale or hardy. With each attempt to press forward, comes a ferocious blast of sulphur and burning fire. One must shield their face from the intensity.
And the sword falls.
On your knees, you search in the dirt, and scorched grass for the only weapon you can possibly wield. But even wielding it is of little consequence. On your knees, or standing proudly on your feet, no quarter is given. And you slip. And you lose ground. The beast wins. Not by superior skill but simple brutality by size. It swarms you, engulfs you, swallows you whole until you're fighting from within the beast.
And once you are within, there is no escape. You are trapped, sealed in for an eternity, lost to anything and everything you've known and loved. It holds you, captured in a moment from which you can not escape. Cold, brutal reality engulfs you, and takes you down. On your knees you wail.
No one hears.
Each stab at its black heart, does little more than scratch at the coarse, leathery exterior that protects this demon from harm. Attempts to slay this hedious beast are all repelled, and seem only to enrage the cold monster. On swipe from a rusty, pitted sword is met with a roar of fury, that alone is nearly enough to fell any warrior, no matter how hale or hardy. With each attempt to press forward, comes a ferocious blast of sulphur and burning fire. One must shield their face from the intensity.
And the sword falls.
On your knees, you search in the dirt, and scorched grass for the only weapon you can possibly wield. But even wielding it is of little consequence. On your knees, or standing proudly on your feet, no quarter is given. And you slip. And you lose ground. The beast wins. Not by superior skill but simple brutality by size. It swarms you, engulfs you, swallows you whole until you're fighting from within the beast.
And once you are within, there is no escape. You are trapped, sealed in for an eternity, lost to anything and everything you've known and loved. It holds you, captured in a moment from which you can not escape. Cold, brutal reality engulfs you, and takes you down. On your knees you wail.
No one hears.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Here it is, a new day, and I have a new complaint.
Why can't clothing manufacturers be more consistent in the production of garments? I needed some new jeans awhile back, and went to the store and bought some. I wanted two pair, so I got two identical ones. I tried one pair on, and they fit nicely, so I took another, identically size, pair.
I wore them back to back this week. Yesterday's pair were very snug. Not uncomfortably, sausage casing snug, but definitely full enough to know I had on tight pants. Today I wear the second, SUPPOSEDLY IDENTICAL, pair. I'm almost swimming in them. If I put enough stuff in my pockets, I could probably make them fall part way down.
So my question becomes, where's the quality control? They are tagged the same, so why aren't they the same? That just bugs me.
However, this is just my opinion, I could be wrong.
Toodles.
Why can't clothing manufacturers be more consistent in the production of garments? I needed some new jeans awhile back, and went to the store and bought some. I wanted two pair, so I got two identical ones. I tried one pair on, and they fit nicely, so I took another, identically size, pair.
I wore them back to back this week. Yesterday's pair were very snug. Not uncomfortably, sausage casing snug, but definitely full enough to know I had on tight pants. Today I wear the second, SUPPOSEDLY IDENTICAL, pair. I'm almost swimming in them. If I put enough stuff in my pockets, I could probably make them fall part way down.
So my question becomes, where's the quality control? They are tagged the same, so why aren't they the same? That just bugs me.
However, this is just my opinion, I could be wrong.
Toodles.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
It is Tuesday, and as such, its Newlyweds and The Simple Life on CTV.
I missed this the first time. On Newlyweds today is the episode where they go camping. All around, a very funny episode. However, something happened that I missed the first time.
One of the activities the two couples indulge in is, a kind of quiz game, where you read questions out of a book and everyone has to answer. Stuff like, if you could have the body or mind of a 30 year old, when you were 90, which would you pick? But, I digress. Nick takes a long time to think about all of his answers, which pisses Jessica off because their 'true love' type questions. The ask three of these in a row and Nick thinks about each one, and Jessica gets annoyed. Finally the question comes up, do you envy anyone enough that you'd want to switch lives with them? Nick again thinks about his answer. Then, as a joke, he mentions Bruce Willis. Jessica mildly freaks. To mollify her, Nick makes the comment, I get to bang Jessica Simpson, why would i want to be someone else?
Now THAT, is funny! 8-D
Toodles.
I missed this the first time. On Newlyweds today is the episode where they go camping. All around, a very funny episode. However, something happened that I missed the first time.
One of the activities the two couples indulge in is, a kind of quiz game, where you read questions out of a book and everyone has to answer. Stuff like, if you could have the body or mind of a 30 year old, when you were 90, which would you pick? But, I digress. Nick takes a long time to think about all of his answers, which pisses Jessica off because their 'true love' type questions. The ask three of these in a row and Nick thinks about each one, and Jessica gets annoyed. Finally the question comes up, do you envy anyone enough that you'd want to switch lives with them? Nick again thinks about his answer. Then, as a joke, he mentions Bruce Willis. Jessica mildly freaks. To mollify her, Nick makes the comment, I get to bang Jessica Simpson, why would i want to be someone else?
Now THAT, is funny! 8-D
Toodles.
I drove a trailer today. Well, not the actual trailer. I guess the accurate thing to say would be, I towed a trailer. It was an interesting experience. I've never done that before. It wasn't really all that hard, or difficult an endeavour. I worried constantly about dumping the membrane unit I was hauling but in the end, even after manuevering it over rough, rutted ground, I didn't dump it, and we got the unit in the building. I consider it a success.
Meanwhile my old nemesis has jumped up to bite me in the ass again. Thus, despite an early day success, I find myself depressed. When is this going to end?
Toodles
Meanwhile my old nemesis has jumped up to bite me in the ass again. Thus, despite an early day success, I find myself depressed. When is this going to end?
Toodles
Monday, December 15, 2003
I think I have found the perfect example of how Saskatoon is not able to really progress as a city. This example I'm about to give is symptomatic of why Saskatoon is so frustrating to live in.
As you leave Saskatoon, going east, on Highway 5 to Humboldt, there is an intersection of highway and urban road. I forget exactly what street it is the butts into Highway 5, but it leads out of the new subdivision on the east side. I think its called McOrmond Road. I've been driving this stretch of road weekly, for almost two years now. You blaze into Saskatoon and don't hit a light until you get to Central Avenue, coming out of Sutherland.
Now they have a set of lights on the highway. This just bothers me. This is a highway. You are no longer 'in' Saskatoon as you take Highway 5 out from Saskatoon. The city itself is either behind you, or off to your left, as you leave the city. And here is a stupid set of traffic lights out in the middle of nowhere.
I understand why they are there. I realize that an abundance of people probably take this stretch of highway, as a shortcut to and from work, into their homes in Erindale. I am aware that these lights are probably necessary, for the two stretches of rush hour that occur on weekdays.
What gets on my nerves is, for 22 out of 24 hours in the day, the particular stretch of road does not need lights, at all. Traffic into and out of Erindale, on McOrmond Road, is light. They also build a merge road out of Erindale, onto Highway 5, so people leaving Erindale can easily merge into Highway 5 traffic. So what results is, this set of lights is only necessary for left turns across Highway 5, into Erindale, on McOrmand Road.
Let's be honest here. Is there ever so much traffic on Highway 5 into Saskatoon, that we need to stop it, and let left turns happen? Couldn't a long left turn lane be provided, so that you could queue up plenty of cars during rush hour, taking them out of highway traffic, and let them make their left turns as possible? I really fail to see the wisdom of putting lights at this particular location.
That's my opinion, I could be wrong.
As you leave Saskatoon, going east, on Highway 5 to Humboldt, there is an intersection of highway and urban road. I forget exactly what street it is the butts into Highway 5, but it leads out of the new subdivision on the east side. I think its called McOrmond Road. I've been driving this stretch of road weekly, for almost two years now. You blaze into Saskatoon and don't hit a light until you get to Central Avenue, coming out of Sutherland.
Now they have a set of lights on the highway. This just bothers me. This is a highway. You are no longer 'in' Saskatoon as you take Highway 5 out from Saskatoon. The city itself is either behind you, or off to your left, as you leave the city. And here is a stupid set of traffic lights out in the middle of nowhere.
I understand why they are there. I realize that an abundance of people probably take this stretch of highway, as a shortcut to and from work, into their homes in Erindale. I am aware that these lights are probably necessary, for the two stretches of rush hour that occur on weekdays.
What gets on my nerves is, for 22 out of 24 hours in the day, the particular stretch of road does not need lights, at all. Traffic into and out of Erindale, on McOrmond Road, is light. They also build a merge road out of Erindale, onto Highway 5, so people leaving Erindale can easily merge into Highway 5 traffic. So what results is, this set of lights is only necessary for left turns across Highway 5, into Erindale, on McOrmand Road.
Let's be honest here. Is there ever so much traffic on Highway 5 into Saskatoon, that we need to stop it, and let left turns happen? Couldn't a long left turn lane be provided, so that you could queue up plenty of cars during rush hour, taking them out of highway traffic, and let them make their left turns as possible? I really fail to see the wisdom of putting lights at this particular location.
That's my opinion, I could be wrong.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
I have a thought for you today people. Its something that came to me this evening, as I stood at the Snoop Dogg concert watching the crowd.
Why would you bring a cell phone to a rock concert? Okay, maybe you bring it with you, but why would you try talking on it? The sound quality of a cell phone is questionable at the best of times, and you're going to try and put together a coherent conversation in the din of a pounding rap show? This is insane. And yet, I noticed more that one person, pacing back and forth on the concourse, speaking animately into a cell phone. I'm sure all the tension was from having to repeat themselves five times before comprehension was reached.
Tip to idiot cell phone people. Just because you have it on you, does not mean you are obligated to use it ever minute of the day. Put down the phone, and go watch the concert.
Geesh.
Why would you bring a cell phone to a rock concert? Okay, maybe you bring it with you, but why would you try talking on it? The sound quality of a cell phone is questionable at the best of times, and you're going to try and put together a coherent conversation in the din of a pounding rap show? This is insane. And yet, I noticed more that one person, pacing back and forth on the concourse, speaking animately into a cell phone. I'm sure all the tension was from having to repeat themselves five times before comprehension was reached.
Tip to idiot cell phone people. Just because you have it on you, does not mean you are obligated to use it ever minute of the day. Put down the phone, and go watch the concert.
Geesh.
Friday, December 12, 2003
Something unusual happened to me today. Well, not so much to me, but I was witness to it. I saw a car wreck.
I was coming north on Warman Road from downtown. I was passing the Shell station on the corner of Warman and Assiniboine. The light for the intersection turned yellow as I approached. It happened late enough that the best idea was for me to just go through it. I know, not the nicest thing to do, I could have tried to stop, but I wasn't running a red or anything. It was still yellow as I passed the light standards.
There was a truck waiting to turn left. I went through the yellow, and he was still stopped in the turn lane facing me. I went through, and after I'd passed the 7-11, or at least a couple seconds later, I looked in my rearview mirror. The truck was beginning his left hand turn. By now the yellow I'd gone through should have been a solid red. Someone tried to run the light. They didn't make it. The late model, grey four door sedan, hammered into the engine section of this old truck that was making a left hand turn.
I'd never seen anything like that before. I'd been in collisions but this was a full blown car wreck. The car was at full speed limit speed, or better, and the truck was in motion too. The front end of the car got mashed badly, and the truck was spun sideways by the impact. I had to look away and pay attention on driving, but before I stopped watching some smoke or steam was surrounding the scene.
It was kind of surreal to watch this in my rearview mirror. It reminds me of the time I saw a tornado in my rearview mirror as I was coming home on 51st Street. I suppose its a bad thing to witness, but there was a sense of detached curiousity.
I was coming north on Warman Road from downtown. I was passing the Shell station on the corner of Warman and Assiniboine. The light for the intersection turned yellow as I approached. It happened late enough that the best idea was for me to just go through it. I know, not the nicest thing to do, I could have tried to stop, but I wasn't running a red or anything. It was still yellow as I passed the light standards.
There was a truck waiting to turn left. I went through the yellow, and he was still stopped in the turn lane facing me. I went through, and after I'd passed the 7-11, or at least a couple seconds later, I looked in my rearview mirror. The truck was beginning his left hand turn. By now the yellow I'd gone through should have been a solid red. Someone tried to run the light. They didn't make it. The late model, grey four door sedan, hammered into the engine section of this old truck that was making a left hand turn.
I'd never seen anything like that before. I'd been in collisions but this was a full blown car wreck. The car was at full speed limit speed, or better, and the truck was in motion too. The front end of the car got mashed badly, and the truck was spun sideways by the impact. I had to look away and pay attention on driving, but before I stopped watching some smoke or steam was surrounding the scene.
It was kind of surreal to watch this in my rearview mirror. It reminds me of the time I saw a tornado in my rearview mirror as I was coming home on 51st Street. I suppose its a bad thing to witness, but there was a sense of detached curiousity.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
I have another complaint.
What's wrong with people? We complain about gas going up to $0.749 a litre. We act like we're being robbed blind. Then we go to the convenience store and buy a Coke, or similiarly bottle product and pay $1.65 for 591 mL. I did the math folks, that's $2.79 a litre. If we're getting robbed anywhere at the gas station, its at the soft drink counter, not the gas pump.
Which is not to say I'm happy about the current state of gas prices. I'd like them to be lower. I'm just saying there are greater consumer injustices out there in the world.
What's wrong with people? We complain about gas going up to $0.749 a litre. We act like we're being robbed blind. Then we go to the convenience store and buy a Coke, or similiarly bottle product and pay $1.65 for 591 mL. I did the math folks, that's $2.79 a litre. If we're getting robbed anywhere at the gas station, its at the soft drink counter, not the gas pump.
Which is not to say I'm happy about the current state of gas prices. I'd like them to be lower. I'm just saying there are greater consumer injustices out there in the world.
I have a complaint. Its about cell phones. Not so much the phones themselves, but the people that use them. Don't call me, on your cell phone, with a situation that you consider to be of dire emergency. Spur me to a quick resolution, then have me phone you back on your cell phone. IF you're going to do all of this, at least make sure that you have some freakin' coverage wherever you are so I can, in fact, get a hold of you. How freakin' useless is it to make me do a panic fix on something, only to be unavailable to any kind of contact!?!
I HATE THAT!!!
I HATE THAT!!!
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003
We haven't done this in awhile, a joke.
God said, "Go down into that valley!"
And Adam said, "What's a valley?" and God explained it to him.
Then God said, "Cross the river!"
And Adam said "What's a river?" and God explained it to him.
And then God said, "Go over the hill!"
And Adam said, "What's a hill?" and God explained it to him.
Then God told Adam, "On the other side of the hill, you will find a cave!"
And Adam said, "What's a cave?" and God explained that to him.
Then God said, "In the cave you will find a woman!"
And Adam said, "What's a woman?" so God explained that to him.
Then God said, "I want you to reproduce."
And Adam said, "How do I do that?" So God explained it to him.
So off went Adam, down into the valley, across the river, and over the hill, and into the cave, and found the woman, and in about five minutes he was back.
God said angrily, "What is it now?!"
And Adam said, "What's a headache?
God said, "Go down into that valley!"
And Adam said, "What's a valley?" and God explained it to him.
Then God said, "Cross the river!"
And Adam said "What's a river?" and God explained it to him.
And then God said, "Go over the hill!"
And Adam said, "What's a hill?" and God explained it to him.
Then God told Adam, "On the other side of the hill, you will find a cave!"
And Adam said, "What's a cave?" and God explained that to him.
Then God said, "In the cave you will find a woman!"
And Adam said, "What's a woman?" so God explained that to him.
Then God said, "I want you to reproduce."
And Adam said, "How do I do that?" So God explained it to him.
So off went Adam, down into the valley, across the river, and over the hill, and into the cave, and found the woman, and in about five minutes he was back.
God said angrily, "What is it now?!"
And Adam said, "What's a headache?
I had a rough night last night. When I went to bed last night I had a slight headache behind me eyes. I thought maybe it was from the contact lenses so I took them out to go to sleep. (You are supposed to be able to sleep in these ones I have now) I woke up about 2:30 last night with the worst headache of my life. I thought I was having an anyeurism. I couldn't stand it. I had to get up, struggle upstairs to the bathroom and get some ibuprofen. (The medicne cabinet is in the upstairs bathroom for some reason.) Spent a fitful while after that before falling asleep again. That was brutal. Consequently I was still tired when the alarm clock woke me this morning. I fell back asleep for twenty minutes after it roused me, and ended up a few minutes late for work. Had that headache persisted into the morning I think I'd have stayed home today. That was horrible.
I know, not a very spiritually uplifting blog for the morning. I'll see if something more exciting happens over the rest of the day.
Toodles!
I know, not a very spiritually uplifting blog for the morning. I'll see if something more exciting happens over the rest of the day.
Toodles!
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
It is Tuesday and that brings us 'Newlyweds' and 'The Simple Life' on CTV. I won't go into Newlyweds because these are all repeats now. It does surprise me how a gorgeous celebrity could be so insecure but I guess people are people. Which brings us to, The Simple Life. Here is a show I just can't make up my mind about. I know its not very good and yet, I would be lying if I didn't say that I enjoyed this weeks episode.
Tonight Paris and Nicole got jobs, new ones yet again, at the Sonic Burger restaurant in town. Just wondering how a town of 817 could have a fast food restaurant, but I digress. Anyway, the girls were working in the restaurant and not unpredictably, screwed everything up. Actually, it was more Nicole than Paris this time. Paris actually seemed to get the hang of taking and filling orders. Nicole screwed everything up. They were equal partners in the sign fiasco, and storming the grocery store in the Sonic costumes. As Nicole was screwing up onion rings, Paris seemed to have cooking bacon under control. My review of their performance would be, without Nicole, Paris might actually have been able to hold the Sonic job.
Which brings me to what I find to be the fatal flaw in this show. The action is obviously being directed or scripted. I don't deny that the same thing may happen on other reality shows, but its far less apparent. It is quite easy to tell that this pair is screwing up on purpose. Which would be fine, if the premise was based on the idea of the girls trying every job available in a small town. But the pitched idea, to us the public at least, was they were supposed to adapt to The Simple Life. Losing every job you get isn't very good adaptation.
Maybe the problem is mine in that I expect more from the show than laughing at a couple of rich dim bulbs. I think that's what we're supposed to take from this misadventure. I have to say though, it would be more fulfilling to laugh at their misfortunes if you got the impression they were actually trying, and it was the culture shock that made them screw up. Anyone could just lose a job a day, and do it with more personality. The best moments of the show are when the pair honestly don't know something that the rest of us take for granted, like claiming dependents on your tax form.
In summation, I give it a 7. The show still sucks but this one was more fun than the first two.
Toodles!
Tonight Paris and Nicole got jobs, new ones yet again, at the Sonic Burger restaurant in town. Just wondering how a town of 817 could have a fast food restaurant, but I digress. Anyway, the girls were working in the restaurant and not unpredictably, screwed everything up. Actually, it was more Nicole than Paris this time. Paris actually seemed to get the hang of taking and filling orders. Nicole screwed everything up. They were equal partners in the sign fiasco, and storming the grocery store in the Sonic costumes. As Nicole was screwing up onion rings, Paris seemed to have cooking bacon under control. My review of their performance would be, without Nicole, Paris might actually have been able to hold the Sonic job.
Which brings me to what I find to be the fatal flaw in this show. The action is obviously being directed or scripted. I don't deny that the same thing may happen on other reality shows, but its far less apparent. It is quite easy to tell that this pair is screwing up on purpose. Which would be fine, if the premise was based on the idea of the girls trying every job available in a small town. But the pitched idea, to us the public at least, was they were supposed to adapt to The Simple Life. Losing every job you get isn't very good adaptation.
Maybe the problem is mine in that I expect more from the show than laughing at a couple of rich dim bulbs. I think that's what we're supposed to take from this misadventure. I have to say though, it would be more fulfilling to laugh at their misfortunes if you got the impression they were actually trying, and it was the culture shock that made them screw up. Anyone could just lose a job a day, and do it with more personality. The best moments of the show are when the pair honestly don't know something that the rest of us take for granted, like claiming dependents on your tax form.
In summation, I give it a 7. The show still sucks but this one was more fun than the first two.
Toodles!
Friday, December 05, 2003
I had a peculiar dream last night.
I don't know why, or where, this dream came from. I was in Swift Current. That's the name I had attached to the place I was, but I wasn't actually there. The dream started at Greg's house, which for some reason I took to be my parent's house. My relatives, from my Mom's side of the family came to visit. I was just leaving as they were coming in. I had to go to Zeller's for something. Which, despite being Greg's house, was still right across the street.
I was prowling around Zellers when I came across this $1 shoe bin. They had some of those mesh shoes, which I siezed upon as a great idea for my trip to Mexico that is upcoming. So I'm picking through this shoe bin, looking for a pair that are my size. In here I find canvas, Chuck Taylor All-Star sneakers, like I've been looking for, for some time. Trouble is, there are no matched pairs. Just to shorten this up a bit, I find myself a set of blue mesh shoes, and a mismatched set of red, Converse sneakers.
I go to pay for this stuff, and a few other incidentals (2 L of Pepsi, etc) and I realize that I don't have my wallet. Just $14 in cash. Luckily it enough, but my Mom is walking past the checkout. I call her over, to see if she can lend me some money, but as it turns out my bill is only $11, so I'm okay. She takes this opportunity to tell me to hurry up, because we have company.
For some reason I figure I've got time to go for a drive. So I get in my truck and cruise around. I head downtown, such as I imagine it, following someone in a white car. They turn around on what looked like 2nd Avenue and 20th Street in Saskatoon, because of road construction. I tried to chase after them, but lost them in the checkerboard of criss crossing downtown streets. At one point I was driving down this long, long, long street, which reminded me of Rosser Ave in Brandon, at the legally posted speed limit of 90 km/h. I still didn't catch the white car.
Eventually I ended up not in downtown anymore. I tried to find this 2nd Avenue street, on the Rosser Avenue street, but it never seemed to intersect. I found myself in an outskirt region. I noticed a golf course and got out and started walking around the fairways. This course was completely unfamiliar to me, so I got lost. I had no idea where I was, or how to get anywhere that would help me. I had the vague notion that I should look for the clubhouse, but I didn't know where that was. I dug my PDA out of my pocket and turned it on to see if I could get wireless internet. Lo and behold I could. I pulled up a map of the golf course but the resolution of the map was so fine that I couldn't really figure out what it said, with my small PDA screen. I tried anyway, and kept wandering this course.
Al some point I ran into my Dad on this course. He was lost too, and we needed to get off this course and get home, because of the company. So we wandered up and down fairways, looking for the clubhouse. I checked my watch and it was 3:30. We still had time, as the deadline we had gotten from somewhere was 6:00. But even together, we couldn't find our way off this golf course. Everytime we'd think we were close, the building we thought was the clubhouse, would turn out to be something else, or we'd make a turn to get closer to our destination, only to find ourselves further away. At some point we acquired a golf cart, and golf clubs, but never could we make it to the clubhouse. Time and again we'd go over lush green fairways, or skirt nicely manicured greens, on our way towards a clubhouse looking building, only to find it wasn't what we wanted.
6:00 came and we still hadn't found the clubhouse. Frustration of a severe kind was setting in. In the distance we saw a fancy looking building, with multiple sets of windows and a general clubhouse look to it. We set off in that direction but as we got close, we realized it was actually someone's house. As we started to get mad someone, (we'd been talking to people the whole time we were tooling around this course) asked us if we were going to go to the clubhouse. We said that's what we'd been looking for all along. He started towards it himself and nodded his head in the direction of his destination. It was this silver, quonset little building. In all out searching THAT was the clubhouse!?! We'd passed it at one point, when we'd been near the driving range, but hadn't realized what it was. Our dismay at this realization was fairly palpable.
That's about all I remember from the dream. There was some other remembrance of the Toronto Maple Leafs playing a hockey game in a small town arena, but I don't remember enough details about that to write about. The golf dream is quite vivid in my mind though. What it means I have no clue. Maybe its just random images?
Toodles!
I don't know why, or where, this dream came from. I was in Swift Current. That's the name I had attached to the place I was, but I wasn't actually there. The dream started at Greg's house, which for some reason I took to be my parent's house. My relatives, from my Mom's side of the family came to visit. I was just leaving as they were coming in. I had to go to Zeller's for something. Which, despite being Greg's house, was still right across the street.
I was prowling around Zellers when I came across this $1 shoe bin. They had some of those mesh shoes, which I siezed upon as a great idea for my trip to Mexico that is upcoming. So I'm picking through this shoe bin, looking for a pair that are my size. In here I find canvas, Chuck Taylor All-Star sneakers, like I've been looking for, for some time. Trouble is, there are no matched pairs. Just to shorten this up a bit, I find myself a set of blue mesh shoes, and a mismatched set of red, Converse sneakers.
I go to pay for this stuff, and a few other incidentals (2 L of Pepsi, etc) and I realize that I don't have my wallet. Just $14 in cash. Luckily it enough, but my Mom is walking past the checkout. I call her over, to see if she can lend me some money, but as it turns out my bill is only $11, so I'm okay. She takes this opportunity to tell me to hurry up, because we have company.
For some reason I figure I've got time to go for a drive. So I get in my truck and cruise around. I head downtown, such as I imagine it, following someone in a white car. They turn around on what looked like 2nd Avenue and 20th Street in Saskatoon, because of road construction. I tried to chase after them, but lost them in the checkerboard of criss crossing downtown streets. At one point I was driving down this long, long, long street, which reminded me of Rosser Ave in Brandon, at the legally posted speed limit of 90 km/h. I still didn't catch the white car.
Eventually I ended up not in downtown anymore. I tried to find this 2nd Avenue street, on the Rosser Avenue street, but it never seemed to intersect. I found myself in an outskirt region. I noticed a golf course and got out and started walking around the fairways. This course was completely unfamiliar to me, so I got lost. I had no idea where I was, or how to get anywhere that would help me. I had the vague notion that I should look for the clubhouse, but I didn't know where that was. I dug my PDA out of my pocket and turned it on to see if I could get wireless internet. Lo and behold I could. I pulled up a map of the golf course but the resolution of the map was so fine that I couldn't really figure out what it said, with my small PDA screen. I tried anyway, and kept wandering this course.
Al some point I ran into my Dad on this course. He was lost too, and we needed to get off this course and get home, because of the company. So we wandered up and down fairways, looking for the clubhouse. I checked my watch and it was 3:30. We still had time, as the deadline we had gotten from somewhere was 6:00. But even together, we couldn't find our way off this golf course. Everytime we'd think we were close, the building we thought was the clubhouse, would turn out to be something else, or we'd make a turn to get closer to our destination, only to find ourselves further away. At some point we acquired a golf cart, and golf clubs, but never could we make it to the clubhouse. Time and again we'd go over lush green fairways, or skirt nicely manicured greens, on our way towards a clubhouse looking building, only to find it wasn't what we wanted.
6:00 came and we still hadn't found the clubhouse. Frustration of a severe kind was setting in. In the distance we saw a fancy looking building, with multiple sets of windows and a general clubhouse look to it. We set off in that direction but as we got close, we realized it was actually someone's house. As we started to get mad someone, (we'd been talking to people the whole time we were tooling around this course) asked us if we were going to go to the clubhouse. We said that's what we'd been looking for all along. He started towards it himself and nodded his head in the direction of his destination. It was this silver, quonset little building. In all out searching THAT was the clubhouse!?! We'd passed it at one point, when we'd been near the driving range, but hadn't realized what it was. Our dismay at this realization was fairly palpable.
That's about all I remember from the dream. There was some other remembrance of the Toronto Maple Leafs playing a hockey game in a small town arena, but I don't remember enough details about that to write about. The golf dream is quite vivid in my mind though. What it means I have no clue. Maybe its just random images?
Toodles!
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Big news!!!
I just got a voice mail message from my boss. As of November 29th, we were granted Substantial Completion on the project in Souris. This means that it has been acknowledged that we have delivered a completed system to the client.
There should be no more exhausting treks to Souris anymore. I know there will be some deficiencies that will require some time in Souris but, those can be looked at as warranty type issues, not contract holdup items. There is some changes we need to make to the chemical feed system, and one of the booster pumps need service, but the job is done, for the most part. This is a huge relief.
I think I will quietly enjoy the rest of my day. Toodles!
I just got a voice mail message from my boss. As of November 29th, we were granted Substantial Completion on the project in Souris. This means that it has been acknowledged that we have delivered a completed system to the client.
There should be no more exhausting treks to Souris anymore. I know there will be some deficiencies that will require some time in Souris but, those can be looked at as warranty type issues, not contract holdup items. There is some changes we need to make to the chemical feed system, and one of the booster pumps need service, but the job is done, for the most part. This is a huge relief.
I think I will quietly enjoy the rest of my day. Toodles!
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
This just in!!!
Like the pondering footsteps of some mythological giant, the project that is Souris has inched one more step towards its final resolution. Kicking and screaming with every moment, the giant beast has been shoved towards the line in the sand that marks completion, and the end to our travels into that land.
The herculean efforts of our staff, and the assistance we have acquired, have brought us within grasp of the thin ribbon that marks the end of this marathon. The last, gasping steps are upon us, as we struggle mightily to the finish. With some luck, and an ounce of good fortune, the last of our stays in that unforgiving place will end this week. A wonderful Christmas gift to people that have earned it.
Toodles!
Like the pondering footsteps of some mythological giant, the project that is Souris has inched one more step towards its final resolution. Kicking and screaming with every moment, the giant beast has been shoved towards the line in the sand that marks completion, and the end to our travels into that land.
The herculean efforts of our staff, and the assistance we have acquired, have brought us within grasp of the thin ribbon that marks the end of this marathon. The last, gasping steps are upon us, as we struggle mightily to the finish. With some luck, and an ounce of good fortune, the last of our stays in that unforgiving place will end this week. A wonderful Christmas gift to people that have earned it.
Toodles!
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
I watched 'The Simple Life' tonight. It followed directly after 'Newlyweds: Nick & Jessica' and failed in the comparison. The biggest problem? The two stars of The Simple Life just don't have as much charisma as Nick & Jessica. On the scale of celebrity, there's a reason why Nick and Jessica have pop culture careers and Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie are famous only for being famous. The pair of princesses from The Simple Life have almost no charisma.
It doesn't help that neither girl is very attractive. They fit the mold of what 'should' be attractive but for some reason it just doesn't work. First of all Paris. She's just too skinny. I know that shouldn't really be an issue, in the currently popular view of feminine beauty but it is. She's too skinny. It just doesn't look right. Paris has the look of a girl that hasn't eaten in about two weeks. A statement which is probably true. Add a few pounds girl, it'll look good on you.
Nicole Ritchie? Who the hell is that? She wins the personality Olympics in this duo, but its only by a whisker, and a thin one at that. Again its another example of, should be attractive but really isn't. I can't tell you why though. It just doesn't work. Maybe because its plain dressed up like its something good. Nicole is marginally more likeable but still not captivating by any stretch.
Will this show work? Probably. There is some amusement in watching these total princesses fail miserably at everything they encounter. Their ride to the farm is a pickup truck. See their mortified faces. Their room has a well grate in the middle of it. See the stunned looks. The girls go grocery shopping and are dismayed at what they find in the store. See their confused looks when they don't have enough money. The girls balk at plucking chickens. This time their expressions are horrified. But, perhaps the best looks were reserved for the farm family when Paris asked what Wal-Mart was.
There is some amusement in watching these two fish be completely out of water. Its not really good entertainment though. You just don't get the feeling that these two are going to learn anything from their experience. Just how they carry themselves, it looks like one big goof for them. For the show to really work, being on the farm would need to change the two of them, at least a little bit, and I'm not expecting it to happen. They showed some clips from upcoming episodes and that's how I draw my conclusion.
That is my review of The Simple Life. Expectations are low. I'll comment again after the next episode.
Toodles.
It doesn't help that neither girl is very attractive. They fit the mold of what 'should' be attractive but for some reason it just doesn't work. First of all Paris. She's just too skinny. I know that shouldn't really be an issue, in the currently popular view of feminine beauty but it is. She's too skinny. It just doesn't look right. Paris has the look of a girl that hasn't eaten in about two weeks. A statement which is probably true. Add a few pounds girl, it'll look good on you.
Nicole Ritchie? Who the hell is that? She wins the personality Olympics in this duo, but its only by a whisker, and a thin one at that. Again its another example of, should be attractive but really isn't. I can't tell you why though. It just doesn't work. Maybe because its plain dressed up like its something good. Nicole is marginally more likeable but still not captivating by any stretch.
Will this show work? Probably. There is some amusement in watching these total princesses fail miserably at everything they encounter. Their ride to the farm is a pickup truck. See their mortified faces. Their room has a well grate in the middle of it. See the stunned looks. The girls go grocery shopping and are dismayed at what they find in the store. See their confused looks when they don't have enough money. The girls balk at plucking chickens. This time their expressions are horrified. But, perhaps the best looks were reserved for the farm family when Paris asked what Wal-Mart was.
There is some amusement in watching these two fish be completely out of water. Its not really good entertainment though. You just don't get the feeling that these two are going to learn anything from their experience. Just how they carry themselves, it looks like one big goof for them. For the show to really work, being on the farm would need to change the two of them, at least a little bit, and I'm not expecting it to happen. They showed some clips from upcoming episodes and that's how I draw my conclusion.
That is my review of The Simple Life. Expectations are low. I'll comment again after the next episode.
Toodles.
Monday, December 01, 2003
Something has to change.
I keep thinking I've gotten to the end of my rope, only to find another rope hanging from that first one. Time and again, I end up further down the spiral, with the top of the climb so far above me that its lost in the mist.
I keep trying, and I keep failing. Not because I haven't given my best effort, or haven't made an attempt to survive the quest. No, I keep failing because for every one person that I satisfy, there are three others that leave frustrated and pissed off at me because I didn't have time for them, or couldn't provide what they ask for.
So I think something has to change. I wake up in the morning and I know I'm going to fail. I come to work and I know that at the end of my day, I will not have satisfied even 50% of the requests that are put at me. I put my head down on the pillow at the end of the night and I can be sure that I will have frustrated and alienated at least one friend.
Somehow it has to stop. I'm tired of being stretched as far as one person can be stretched. I'm tired of hurting the people I care about, not out of negligence or lack of care, but simply because I can't do it all.
I want this situation remedied. I want my life to be different. I've hurt people and I didn't mean to. I've disappointed people because I couldn't do it all. To everyone who has come to me wanting something, and gone away untended, I am sorry. My lack of attention was not intended, and your situation ignored. I just failed at accomodating everyone.
I am sorry. I have tried and I have failed. Please forgive me.
Something has to change.
I keep thinking I've gotten to the end of my rope, only to find another rope hanging from that first one. Time and again, I end up further down the spiral, with the top of the climb so far above me that its lost in the mist.
I keep trying, and I keep failing. Not because I haven't given my best effort, or haven't made an attempt to survive the quest. No, I keep failing because for every one person that I satisfy, there are three others that leave frustrated and pissed off at me because I didn't have time for them, or couldn't provide what they ask for.
So I think something has to change. I wake up in the morning and I know I'm going to fail. I come to work and I know that at the end of my day, I will not have satisfied even 50% of the requests that are put at me. I put my head down on the pillow at the end of the night and I can be sure that I will have frustrated and alienated at least one friend.
Somehow it has to stop. I'm tired of being stretched as far as one person can be stretched. I'm tired of hurting the people I care about, not out of negligence or lack of care, but simply because I can't do it all.
I want this situation remedied. I want my life to be different. I've hurt people and I didn't mean to. I've disappointed people because I couldn't do it all. To everyone who has come to me wanting something, and gone away untended, I am sorry. My lack of attention was not intended, and your situation ignored. I just failed at accomodating everyone.
I am sorry. I have tried and I have failed. Please forgive me.
Something has to change.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
I wish I knew more.
Life kind of frustrates me some days. Actually, it frustrates me a lot of days. I'll be cruising along at a nice pace, and then something will come up to disrupt my comfortable groove. And this will be something I won't know the answer for. That's not such a big deal. I'll go find the answer and resolve the issue. The part that frustrates me is, the question will open me to a wealth of information that lead me to the answer, and I'll come to grips with the concept of knowing little, when I thought I knew lots.
I suppose that's not such a big problem. No one can know everything, its just not possible. And I don't expect that I do, nor can, know everything. But its awe inspiring to look for an answer to a question, and realize just how much knowledge there is in the world about any particular topic. And what makes it awe inspiring, at least to me, is that I could read and research and pursue knowledge on any one thing for the whole of my life, and not get it all. That's just picking ONE thing, and trying to learn everything about it. In the course of a day I might go look for two or three unique answers, and coming to all that knowledge makes me want to know it all. Multiply that across a whole week, and a month, and a year? There is so much knowledge in the world and I could work my whole life and never touch even a fraction of it. That inspires and humbles me at the same time.
Chim-pan-zees!!! :-P
Life kind of frustrates me some days. Actually, it frustrates me a lot of days. I'll be cruising along at a nice pace, and then something will come up to disrupt my comfortable groove. And this will be something I won't know the answer for. That's not such a big deal. I'll go find the answer and resolve the issue. The part that frustrates me is, the question will open me to a wealth of information that lead me to the answer, and I'll come to grips with the concept of knowing little, when I thought I knew lots.
I suppose that's not such a big problem. No one can know everything, its just not possible. And I don't expect that I do, nor can, know everything. But its awe inspiring to look for an answer to a question, and realize just how much knowledge there is in the world about any particular topic. And what makes it awe inspiring, at least to me, is that I could read and research and pursue knowledge on any one thing for the whole of my life, and not get it all. That's just picking ONE thing, and trying to learn everything about it. In the course of a day I might go look for two or three unique answers, and coming to all that knowledge makes me want to know it all. Multiply that across a whole week, and a month, and a year? There is so much knowledge in the world and I could work my whole life and never touch even a fraction of it. That inspires and humbles me at the same time.
Chim-pan-zees!!! :-P
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Monday, November 24, 2003
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Brandon, we have a problem.
The chalupa is gone from the Taco Bell menu. This is a problem. I love the chalupa. Sure, you can feel your arteries seizing up as you eat it, but its SO good. I specifically went to Taco Bell last night to get a chalupa, and it wasn't there. I tried substituting a gordita but it just wasn't the same. The Taco Bell experience was good but, I missed my chalupa.
So far my latest trip to Souris has been a disappointment. First, I get here and we're shut down on producing water for a bateriological test. Then I try for Taco Bell, with the experience I mentioned above. Now I'm trying to get an email attachment onto a piece of paper, so I can use it, and I'm stymied on that front too. This is all very disillusioning.
I hope the rest of you are well. Toodles!
The chalupa is gone from the Taco Bell menu. This is a problem. I love the chalupa. Sure, you can feel your arteries seizing up as you eat it, but its SO good. I specifically went to Taco Bell last night to get a chalupa, and it wasn't there. I tried substituting a gordita but it just wasn't the same. The Taco Bell experience was good but, I missed my chalupa.
So far my latest trip to Souris has been a disappointment. First, I get here and we're shut down on producing water for a bateriological test. Then I try for Taco Bell, with the experience I mentioned above. Now I'm trying to get an email attachment onto a piece of paper, so I can use it, and I'm stymied on that front too. This is all very disillusioning.
I hope the rest of you are well. Toodles!
Saturday, November 15, 2003
So I'm going to order a pizza for supper tonight. What's the deal with these restaurants? How can you start at medium? Doesn't the very definition of medium mean, its in the middle?
From dictionary.com:
medium - Something, such as an intermediate course of action, that occupies a position or represents a condition midway between extremes.
You can't start with medium! If you start with medium, that's the small. Its small, medium and large. Not, medium, large, and extra large! Who do you think you're fooling!
AARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
From dictionary.com:
medium - Something, such as an intermediate course of action, that occupies a position or represents a condition midway between extremes.
You can't start with medium! If you start with medium, that's the small. Its small, medium and large. Not, medium, large, and extra large! Who do you think you're fooling!
AARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
Friday, November 14, 2003
We just had a staff meeting. Kind of a weird experience really. People have been very childish lately, getting their feelings hurt by small things, making unintentional slights and examples of overlooking into monstrous transgressions. I stood in the middle of this meeting and had to listen to my boss rail at this people, adults, about how they were being childish. He seemed to be on the verge of a emotional breakdown, as he passionately poured out his heart about what he was trying to accomplish.
It was a little sad to listen to. He's baring his soul for these people, and they can't get past $10, or someone forgetting to say a thank you directly to them, or someone voicing their dissenting opinion in a way that's too strident. There were individuals that actually tried to justify their own reasons for actions, in the face of this passionate appeal for reason from my boss. But their opinions were hollow. It boiled down to a us vs. them mentality and its not fair. They talked about, having votes, versus, one person administrating. Well, you did a whole bunch of stuff, and I never got a vote on any of it. Can you really play the democratic card if you aren't polling everyone?
It all just pisses me off. Why can't grown ups actually act, grown up? One of life's mysteries I suppose.
It was a little sad to listen to. He's baring his soul for these people, and they can't get past $10, or someone forgetting to say a thank you directly to them, or someone voicing their dissenting opinion in a way that's too strident. There were individuals that actually tried to justify their own reasons for actions, in the face of this passionate appeal for reason from my boss. But their opinions were hollow. It boiled down to a us vs. them mentality and its not fair. They talked about, having votes, versus, one person administrating. Well, you did a whole bunch of stuff, and I never got a vote on any of it. Can you really play the democratic card if you aren't polling everyone?
It all just pisses me off. Why can't grown ups actually act, grown up? One of life's mysteries I suppose.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Its interesting how things make it around on the internet. A couple weeks ago I got an email from someone that had the tagline of 'Sask Home Security'. It was some polar bears lounging around in the driveway of a house. It was cute so I renamed it 'Manitoba Home Security' and sent it to a couple of friends of mine in Manitoba, as a gentle dig.
To my surprise I got an email this morning. It was the same polar bears, with the 'Manitoba Home Security' tagline that I'd appended to it. Coincidences are strange, aren't they?
Toodles!
To my surprise I got an email this morning. It was the same polar bears, with the 'Manitoba Home Security' tagline that I'd appended to it. Coincidences are strange, aren't they?
Toodles!
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
WTF is going on!?!?!?!?!
Can someone explain this to me? Explain it to me like I'm a three year old, I don't care. Just make it make sense to me!
I'm trying to chat with my friends on MSN. The stupid chat client kicks kicking me off, and alternatively telling me that the service is either unavailable, or too busy. But, BUT, when I click help and it takes me to a web page that displays the current status of the .NET system, it says everything is stable and in service.
How can that be? How can it be stable, and in service if I'm either temporarily unavailable, or too busy? That seems like pretty damn unstable to me.
Death to Microsoft!!!!!
Can someone explain this to me? Explain it to me like I'm a three year old, I don't care. Just make it make sense to me!
I'm trying to chat with my friends on MSN. The stupid chat client kicks kicking me off, and alternatively telling me that the service is either unavailable, or too busy. But, BUT, when I click help and it takes me to a web page that displays the current status of the .NET system, it says everything is stable and in service.
How can that be? How can it be stable, and in service if I'm either temporarily unavailable, or too busy? That seems like pretty damn unstable to me.
Death to Microsoft!!!!!
Monday, November 10, 2003
I am mad!
I haven't been this angry in awhile. And as usual, its humanity that has incurred my wrath. I just don't understand. People are so infuriating. I have a real, definite problem, and I can't get anyone to care or help. There is nothing more aggravating to me than when I have a problem, that could have a solution, and people get in the way.
I ripped the last contact lens I have for my right eye, on Saturday. My only other source of eyewear is a pair of glasses that I got when I was about 20 years old, so that's nearly 10 years ago. I never updated them because frankly, I never wear eyeglasses. They're on for about 10 minutes a day, between taking out my contacts and going to bed. Its several hundred dollars for new glasses, and I"m not interested in investing that kind of money for 10 minutes a day.
So I need a replacement contact lense. All I was asking for was ONE lens, to get me by until I could schedule an appointment for an exam, and a new perscription. Could anyone help me out that way? HELL NO!!! The precious rule that my perscription was 'expired' was more important than the fact that I'm blind, more or less, over here. "Oh no, we can't be helping you out and giving you one lens on an expired perscription." Oh, but feel free to drive over here, blind, for an appointment. How does that logic work!?!
I haven't been this angry in awhile. And as usual, its humanity that has incurred my wrath. I just don't understand. People are so infuriating. I have a real, definite problem, and I can't get anyone to care or help. There is nothing more aggravating to me than when I have a problem, that could have a solution, and people get in the way.
I ripped the last contact lens I have for my right eye, on Saturday. My only other source of eyewear is a pair of glasses that I got when I was about 20 years old, so that's nearly 10 years ago. I never updated them because frankly, I never wear eyeglasses. They're on for about 10 minutes a day, between taking out my contacts and going to bed. Its several hundred dollars for new glasses, and I"m not interested in investing that kind of money for 10 minutes a day.
So I need a replacement contact lense. All I was asking for was ONE lens, to get me by until I could schedule an appointment for an exam, and a new perscription. Could anyone help me out that way? HELL NO!!! The precious rule that my perscription was 'expired' was more important than the fact that I'm blind, more or less, over here. "Oh no, we can't be helping you out and giving you one lens on an expired perscription." Oh, but feel free to drive over here, blind, for an appointment. How does that logic work!?!
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Thursday, November 06, 2003
I need something explained to me.
What's the deal with coffee? Why is it that you can buy a cup of it in the corner shop for 50 cents, or whatever they charge for it, and then they'll continue to refill it ad infinitum, even if you sit there for 3 hours?
This kinda pisses me off. I'm in podunk Manitoba and the only places to acquire sustenance are there small cafes/coffee shops. The coffee is all but free, and plentiful, meanwhile I'm geting absolutely bent over for a glass of soda. For cost of product, the soda versus the coffee is probably next to equal. Meanwhile they want $1.50 for a 10 oz cup of Pepsi, with no refills, but my compatriot can get three coffee refills for 50 cents.
I HATE THAT!!!
Toodles.
What's the deal with coffee? Why is it that you can buy a cup of it in the corner shop for 50 cents, or whatever they charge for it, and then they'll continue to refill it ad infinitum, even if you sit there for 3 hours?
This kinda pisses me off. I'm in podunk Manitoba and the only places to acquire sustenance are there small cafes/coffee shops. The coffee is all but free, and plentiful, meanwhile I'm geting absolutely bent over for a glass of soda. For cost of product, the soda versus the coffee is probably next to equal. Meanwhile they want $1.50 for a 10 oz cup of Pepsi, with no refills, but my compatriot can get three coffee refills for 50 cents.
I HATE THAT!!!
Toodles.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
I am a complete bone-brain!
I've been fretting about this package (KMnO4 meter) that was being shipped from Alberta, all night. I got a tracking number for the package yesterday, and emailed it to myself at home, so I could track the package last night. The trouble was, I wrote the number down wrong, forgetting one digit . (There were two 4's side by side, and I only wrote one into the email I sent myself) Thus, I have been worried and wondering about this all night, and getting no response from the Purolator, track your package, utility on their website.
All for one number. It pays to be meticulous about these type of things and I was not. And I paid a price in lost sleep for it. On the positive side though, the package is 'Out For Delivery' so it should be in Watson by mid-morning. That makes me happy.
Have a good day people! Mine is looking better now.
Toodles!
I've been fretting about this package (KMnO4 meter) that was being shipped from Alberta, all night. I got a tracking number for the package yesterday, and emailed it to myself at home, so I could track the package last night. The trouble was, I wrote the number down wrong, forgetting one digit . (There were two 4's side by side, and I only wrote one into the email I sent myself) Thus, I have been worried and wondering about this all night, and getting no response from the Purolator, track your package, utility on their website.
All for one number. It pays to be meticulous about these type of things and I was not. And I paid a price in lost sleep for it. On the positive side though, the package is 'Out For Delivery' so it should be in Watson by mid-morning. That makes me happy.
Have a good day people! Mine is looking better now.
Toodles!
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
I had an interesting dream last night. Its morning though, and much of the coherence is gone now. I'm just going to type for awhile, and see if it brings some memories to light for me.
The main thrust of the dream was centered around this softball game. I wasn't in this dream. It was more like a movie, or a TV show. Maybe it was a softball tournament, because the action kept going back to the field, but shifted away from it on several occasions.
As for characters, I can only remember two people from it with any clarity. One was Zack, from Saved By The Bell fame. Another was an exotic, latin beauty. She looked familiar to me but I don't have a name. There were other, assorted young people in the late teens, early 20's age range, but no one stands out with any definition.
The field where the softball was played was, next to Griffiths Stadium, on the U of S campus. But the football stadium wasn't there. It was just wooded meadows, and grassy fields. The university factored into the dream, which is how I can place the field. And the overhead pedestrian walkway.
To the actual dream now. It started with all the players on the team I was following, scrambling from different places to make it to the game. There was some nebulous, poorly defined sense of doom surrounding the game. The team HAD to win, or something bad would happen. I think they would all die, but I don't know why.
They played the first game. I won't bore you with any details because a) you know what softball is like, and b) I don't remember them with any definition. There were lots of home runs, obviously, and the team won. The field looked really nice, with lush green grass, and vibrant, clay on the basepaths. It was quite colorful.
It was after the first game that things got a a little wierd. Zack took off somewhere and we didn't see much of him anymore. Things centered on the Latin girl. She ended up in this house with some other Latin-looking people, who I presume to be her family. This is the part that was strange. A bunch of masked guys showed up and the house erupted in a massive gunfight. The masked guys took over, and were executing the prisoners, shooting them each in the head. The heroine of the dream escaped the house, but she took a gunshot to the stomach and was bleeding badly. Also escaping was a young boy, who darted around a corner when they shot his father in the head.
There was a chase sequence after that, as the masked guys tried to capture the heroine, and the young boy. Mostly they wanted the boy because it became a royalty type of thing, since as the last surviving son, he would be king. The girl was bleeding badly, and sought refuge with some of the team members that tried to patch her up the best they could. She was going to be needed for the next game. The young boy was chased through the university, staying mostly in buildings, and having shoot ups in large theatres and sumptious looking rooms.
Both of our characters, the would be king and the wounded girl, made it to the final game. This was the ultimate event of the dream. If the team won this game, the girl would survive, and the boy would become king. It was a low scoring game. Lots of defense. Diving catches in the outfield, body sacrificing plays in the infield. Lots of collisions on the basepaths and ferocious play all around. It came down to the last out, and the girl was at bat. Her shirt was stayed deeply with blood, and her eyes were filled with pain. She got a hit, and someone scored from third. They won and the dream ended.
I've missed a LOT of details along the way but this is as much as I can recall. I sure have some detailed dreams!
Toodles.
The main thrust of the dream was centered around this softball game. I wasn't in this dream. It was more like a movie, or a TV show. Maybe it was a softball tournament, because the action kept going back to the field, but shifted away from it on several occasions.
As for characters, I can only remember two people from it with any clarity. One was Zack, from Saved By The Bell fame. Another was an exotic, latin beauty. She looked familiar to me but I don't have a name. There were other, assorted young people in the late teens, early 20's age range, but no one stands out with any definition.
The field where the softball was played was, next to Griffiths Stadium, on the U of S campus. But the football stadium wasn't there. It was just wooded meadows, and grassy fields. The university factored into the dream, which is how I can place the field. And the overhead pedestrian walkway.
To the actual dream now. It started with all the players on the team I was following, scrambling from different places to make it to the game. There was some nebulous, poorly defined sense of doom surrounding the game. The team HAD to win, or something bad would happen. I think they would all die, but I don't know why.
They played the first game. I won't bore you with any details because a) you know what softball is like, and b) I don't remember them with any definition. There were lots of home runs, obviously, and the team won. The field looked really nice, with lush green grass, and vibrant, clay on the basepaths. It was quite colorful.
It was after the first game that things got a a little wierd. Zack took off somewhere and we didn't see much of him anymore. Things centered on the Latin girl. She ended up in this house with some other Latin-looking people, who I presume to be her family. This is the part that was strange. A bunch of masked guys showed up and the house erupted in a massive gunfight. The masked guys took over, and were executing the prisoners, shooting them each in the head. The heroine of the dream escaped the house, but she took a gunshot to the stomach and was bleeding badly. Also escaping was a young boy, who darted around a corner when they shot his father in the head.
There was a chase sequence after that, as the masked guys tried to capture the heroine, and the young boy. Mostly they wanted the boy because it became a royalty type of thing, since as the last surviving son, he would be king. The girl was bleeding badly, and sought refuge with some of the team members that tried to patch her up the best they could. She was going to be needed for the next game. The young boy was chased through the university, staying mostly in buildings, and having shoot ups in large theatres and sumptious looking rooms.
Both of our characters, the would be king and the wounded girl, made it to the final game. This was the ultimate event of the dream. If the team won this game, the girl would survive, and the boy would become king. It was a low scoring game. Lots of defense. Diving catches in the outfield, body sacrificing plays in the infield. Lots of collisions on the basepaths and ferocious play all around. It came down to the last out, and the girl was at bat. Her shirt was stayed deeply with blood, and her eyes were filled with pain. She got a hit, and someone scored from third. They won and the dream ended.
I've missed a LOT of details along the way but this is as much as I can recall. I sure have some detailed dreams!
Toodles.
Monday, November 03, 2003
I'm struggling with a question. Its one that I've puzzled over before, but not come to a satisfactory answer.
Why are the movies I'd want to watch, on at lunch time? I don't understand this at all. At lunch time, the programmers can't be expecting their highest audience numbers. They have to expect that most people are going to watch movies in the evening. So why are all the crappy shows being played in primetime? I turn on the TV and there's some obscure piece of crap Canadian show, or god forbid, what is obviously a 'made for TV' movie from one of the network channels. Why can't they play The Bourne Identity at 7:00 so I can spend half my evening on that, instead of randomly channel surfing, picking up interesting half hour shows along the way?
I really need to get into the entertainment industry and fix all these problems I see. I don't like complaining, I prefer fixing problems, but I don't think I command enough authority with this one. I need to move on this.
Toodles!
Why are the movies I'd want to watch, on at lunch time? I don't understand this at all. At lunch time, the programmers can't be expecting their highest audience numbers. They have to expect that most people are going to watch movies in the evening. So why are all the crappy shows being played in primetime? I turn on the TV and there's some obscure piece of crap Canadian show, or god forbid, what is obviously a 'made for TV' movie from one of the network channels. Why can't they play The Bourne Identity at 7:00 so I can spend half my evening on that, instead of randomly channel surfing, picking up interesting half hour shows along the way?
I really need to get into the entertainment industry and fix all these problems I see. I don't like complaining, I prefer fixing problems, but I don't think I command enough authority with this one. I need to move on this.
Toodles!
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Well, I won't be getting any hand modelling jobs in the next little while.
It was a rough day for my hands today. First I'm opening boxes of membranes and I impale the middle finger of my right hand on a packing staple. That was both ugly, and painful. I bled profusely. It required a bandage as I was leaving red mess everywhere.
After that it was all fingernails. I ripped three of them over the rest of the day. None of those injuries were excruciatingly painful but, it netted me some ugly looking hands. On the upside though, its all evidence of having done something today, so I take pride in that.
Its snowing here in Brandon. I hope the rest of you have better weather.
Toodles!
It was a rough day for my hands today. First I'm opening boxes of membranes and I impale the middle finger of my right hand on a packing staple. That was both ugly, and painful. I bled profusely. It required a bandage as I was leaving red mess everywhere.
After that it was all fingernails. I ripped three of them over the rest of the day. None of those injuries were excruciatingly painful but, it netted me some ugly looking hands. On the upside though, its all evidence of having done something today, so I take pride in that.
Its snowing here in Brandon. I hope the rest of you have better weather.
Toodles!
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
I have a question.
Why is it that all the classes I hated from college, are all turning out to be the ones that I have need for during my career?
First it was surveying. I hated the class, and the camp we had to do on using the equipment. What's the first job I get? Surveying. Then there was the absolute worst class I had to take, project management, and then than one jumps up to be important too. I hated that project management class so much, I haded in a short story as my submission for the one assignment. I got an 80% on it, as I recall. That's kind of hilarious. Now its electrical that is biting me in the ass. I'm on site here, trying to get this project finished and what's the discipline hounding my every move? Electrical. How do I wire this? What's the signal cable for this. Is this relay open or closed? I can't get away from this.
I wanted to be a structural engineer, and ended up anything but. Such is life I guess.
Toodles!
Why is it that all the classes I hated from college, are all turning out to be the ones that I have need for during my career?
First it was surveying. I hated the class, and the camp we had to do on using the equipment. What's the first job I get? Surveying. Then there was the absolute worst class I had to take, project management, and then than one jumps up to be important too. I hated that project management class so much, I haded in a short story as my submission for the one assignment. I got an 80% on it, as I recall. That's kind of hilarious. Now its electrical that is biting me in the ass. I'm on site here, trying to get this project finished and what's the discipline hounding my every move? Electrical. How do I wire this? What's the signal cable for this. Is this relay open or closed? I can't get away from this.
I wanted to be a structural engineer, and ended up anything but. Such is life I guess.
Toodles!
Thursday, October 23, 2003
The provincial election came to Watson this afternoon. My boss was pretty excited, because the party that came to visit our company is the one he's really in favor of. I, on the hand, don't really have much use for their policies. I see a string of bad ideas taking over if they get elected. They won't all be bad, but the general slant I'm seeing from them does not really impress me.
So we all rally at the production shop to show off what we do. It was kind of anti-climactic, to be perfectly honest. The politicians and the media came in, my boss said a few words, and they had some water. I won't say it was a waste, but I really didn't think it was really worth the effort that was expended on it. If I knew that my bosses issues were the issues of this party, I might have cared a little more. The whole thing seemed high on appearance, and low on merit.
So my afternoon was interrupted and I'll probably not get done. I hate that.
So we all rally at the production shop to show off what we do. It was kind of anti-climactic, to be perfectly honest. The politicians and the media came in, my boss said a few words, and they had some water. I won't say it was a waste, but I really didn't think it was really worth the effort that was expended on it. If I knew that my bosses issues were the issues of this party, I might have cared a little more. The whole thing seemed high on appearance, and low on merit.
So my afternoon was interrupted and I'll probably not get done. I hate that.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Welcome to the weekly report on Newlyweds: Nick & Jessica!
Good episode this week. The highlight? The absolute highlight? That is, without question, Nick and Drew moving furniture. When they set up that aluminum ladder, across from the retaining wall to the second storey balcony? I was just howling! These two idiots used an aluminum ladder to bridge a space between a retaining wall and the side of Nick and Jessica's house, so they could slide what looked like a very heavy cupboard across and into the upstairs bedroom. Oh god that was funny! Unfortunately for my sense of hilarity, the project worked for them and the cupboard survived. But it seemed so precarious while they were moving it.
Nick was decorating the house, while Jessica was in New York doing promotional work for her book. Jessica wrote a book!?! Jessica can write? She actually used the phrase 'clothes trier oner' when she was going through wardrobe for her appearance on TV. You have to wonder about that girl. Also amusing from the wardrobe scene was the editing that ran about 96 comments of 'cute' made my Jessica, and who I believe was her mom. The whole Jessica trip, and the highlights from it, were kind of secondary to the episode. Nick's decorating was the focus of this episode. We saw a few shots from Jessica's trip to New York. There was the wardrobe segment, the booksigning, where she was worried about there being a measly 15 people lined up to get her autograph, the trip to the Today show, and some fluff. For example, Jessica stopped in at a firehall to meet some fireman. Pure cheese. She does look good in T-shirts though. Jessica has some disturbingly appealing breasts. They could do a whole episode on just that. But, showing that the blonde in her hair goes straight to the roots, she actually lost her hotel room, when the number was on the paper in her hand.
Upon returning from the trip, we get to see Nick and Jessica go at it in the most hostile moment we've witnessed so far. Nick seemed pretty hot about Jessica's dislike for his decorating. In truth, she didn't care so much about the actual design choices. The thrust of her argument seemed to be that it wasn't done by a designer. Jessica didn't want to do it herself, but wanted to hire someone to do it. Someone did do it for you! Nick did! I thought her point was infantile and I totally stand on Nick's side on this one. An amusing comment from this interlude was Nick's assertion that Jessica could pay him for his decorating services, if payment for it was the sticking point. Of course his allusion was to some sexual favors, and not monetary recompense.
Again, another enjoyable half with the most amusing newlyweds on TV.
Good episode this week. The highlight? The absolute highlight? That is, without question, Nick and Drew moving furniture. When they set up that aluminum ladder, across from the retaining wall to the second storey balcony? I was just howling! These two idiots used an aluminum ladder to bridge a space between a retaining wall and the side of Nick and Jessica's house, so they could slide what looked like a very heavy cupboard across and into the upstairs bedroom. Oh god that was funny! Unfortunately for my sense of hilarity, the project worked for them and the cupboard survived. But it seemed so precarious while they were moving it.
Nick was decorating the house, while Jessica was in New York doing promotional work for her book. Jessica wrote a book!?! Jessica can write? She actually used the phrase 'clothes trier oner' when she was going through wardrobe for her appearance on TV. You have to wonder about that girl. Also amusing from the wardrobe scene was the editing that ran about 96 comments of 'cute' made my Jessica, and who I believe was her mom. The whole Jessica trip, and the highlights from it, were kind of secondary to the episode. Nick's decorating was the focus of this episode. We saw a few shots from Jessica's trip to New York. There was the wardrobe segment, the booksigning, where she was worried about there being a measly 15 people lined up to get her autograph, the trip to the Today show, and some fluff. For example, Jessica stopped in at a firehall to meet some fireman. Pure cheese. She does look good in T-shirts though. Jessica has some disturbingly appealing breasts. They could do a whole episode on just that. But, showing that the blonde in her hair goes straight to the roots, she actually lost her hotel room, when the number was on the paper in her hand.
Upon returning from the trip, we get to see Nick and Jessica go at it in the most hostile moment we've witnessed so far. Nick seemed pretty hot about Jessica's dislike for his decorating. In truth, she didn't care so much about the actual design choices. The thrust of her argument seemed to be that it wasn't done by a designer. Jessica didn't want to do it herself, but wanted to hire someone to do it. Someone did do it for you! Nick did! I thought her point was infantile and I totally stand on Nick's side on this one. An amusing comment from this interlude was Nick's assertion that Jessica could pay him for his decorating services, if payment for it was the sticking point. Of course his allusion was to some sexual favors, and not monetary recompense.
Again, another enjoyable half with the most amusing newlyweds on TV.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Some reflections at the end of an exhausting day.
I got the truck that I want, for the price that I want, under the circumstances I want. My existing truck will be taken on trade at the value needed to make it disappear. I'm ony 4 dollars over my pre-established budget and its got everything I wanted, and a little bit more. I think I won.
The other thing on my mind tonight is, my computer. It makes this strange clicking noise, but only some of the time. I thought it was hard drive but, it doesn't seem connected to hard drive operation. Sometimes its clicking and at others its not. And it will cease the noise for no reason at all. Any thoughts my blog friends?
Now I feel better. Toodles.
I got the truck that I want, for the price that I want, under the circumstances I want. My existing truck will be taken on trade at the value needed to make it disappear. I'm ony 4 dollars over my pre-established budget and its got everything I wanted, and a little bit more. I think I won.
The other thing on my mind tonight is, my computer. It makes this strange clicking noise, but only some of the time. I thought it was hard drive but, it doesn't seem connected to hard drive operation. Sometimes its clicking and at others its not. And it will cease the noise for no reason at all. Any thoughts my blog friends?
Now I feel better. Toodles.
I need to get a few things (well two actually) off my chest.
One is a subject that came up last night. Sean tells me this story about a girl he knows. Its kind of messed up in the first place. He meets her under the pretense of a date only to find she has a boyfriend (nearly betrothed). But I digress, back to the story. Sean has a conversation with this girl, and during the course of it she confesses that she's dumped her boyfriend because he cheated on her 5 times, as she just found out. But here's the part that sets my blood to boiling. She wants him back.
What the hell is wrong with people? Five times!?! How do you forgive that? At some point you have to understand that this one is not the one for you. Once maybe you can forgive. Even that isn't fair. Once you can forgive but its probably time to say goodbye. Or maybe not. I don't know. But five times!?!?! How can that possibly be forgiveable? I can understand the desire to not be alone, and the wrenching loss of a long relationship but FIVE TIMES!?!?! That's not commitment honey.
And the other thing on my mind is, coffee breaks. What is it that the bloody world ceases to rotate on its axis when the poorly defined event knows as 'coffee break' occurs? I'm at the production shop this morning and when this annointed event arises, tools drop to the floor and we nearly sprint for the coffee machine. I had about 5 more minutes of discussion I needed to do with the one technician but nope, the world stops for coffee. It has to wait. That just drives me insane!
P.S. The idiot car dealer won't meet my terms on the truck I wanted. I guess I have to go look somewhere else.
This is the point where I'd usually go 'Toodles' but I'm much too depressed to do that.
One is a subject that came up last night. Sean tells me this story about a girl he knows. Its kind of messed up in the first place. He meets her under the pretense of a date only to find she has a boyfriend (nearly betrothed). But I digress, back to the story. Sean has a conversation with this girl, and during the course of it she confesses that she's dumped her boyfriend because he cheated on her 5 times, as she just found out. But here's the part that sets my blood to boiling. She wants him back.
What the hell is wrong with people? Five times!?! How do you forgive that? At some point you have to understand that this one is not the one for you. Once maybe you can forgive. Even that isn't fair. Once you can forgive but its probably time to say goodbye. Or maybe not. I don't know. But five times!?!?! How can that possibly be forgiveable? I can understand the desire to not be alone, and the wrenching loss of a long relationship but FIVE TIMES!?!?! That's not commitment honey.
And the other thing on my mind is, coffee breaks. What is it that the bloody world ceases to rotate on its axis when the poorly defined event knows as 'coffee break' occurs? I'm at the production shop this morning and when this annointed event arises, tools drop to the floor and we nearly sprint for the coffee machine. I had about 5 more minutes of discussion I needed to do with the one technician but nope, the world stops for coffee. It has to wait. That just drives me insane!
P.S. The idiot car dealer won't meet my terms on the truck I wanted. I guess I have to go look somewhere else.
This is the point where I'd usually go 'Toodles' but I'm much too depressed to do that.
Monday, October 20, 2003
Its kind of interesting how we get into patterns. I came home to Watson last night. It was a bit of an odd experience. I'm never here on weekend evenings. I haven't driven back to Watson on a weekend evening in so long I don't even remember the last time I did it. Going to bed here on a Sunday? It almost never happens. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. As it was I needed an hour or so to wind down and get my bearings before I could go to bed and sleep.
On the positive side of that however, I'm having a good Monday. No, the work or stress level is not down, but surprisingly I'm in better spirits. I think it was the relaxion I indulged in over the weekend. That was sorely needed.
Thanks for listening. Toodles!
On the positive side of that however, I'm having a good Monday. No, the work or stress level is not down, but surprisingly I'm in better spirits. I think it was the relaxion I indulged in over the weekend. That was sorely needed.
Thanks for listening. Toodles!