I am officially pissed off again.

What is wrong with AutoCAD? I mean, you set the stupid thing up to AutoSave your drawing for you, because you know you're careless, and don't always remember to save. But does AutSave do anything? No! Its completely useless. AutoCAD fails on me and boots me out. But before it does it gives me a, do you wanna save, box. So I say yes. Where's my saved drawing? I don't know. I don't think the computer knows either. AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! This is so frustrating. Why can't things just work? That's all I wanna know. What can't stuff just work?

Frustrated.

Toodles.

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I must be doing something wrong. I was plagued by more, vivid, dreams last night.

I won't be able to supply many details today because I had more than one dream last night, and the details of them are all mixing together into a giant, coagulated mess, that I am having trouble extracting meaningful scenes.

Part A of last nights dream involved my childhood buddy, Tim Williams. I'm not sure why this came up last night as I haven't thought about him in awhile. I met him on the street, College Drive for those of you that know Saskatoon. For some reason he was walking in traffic. I followed him around campus, and the Engineering building in particular, and then home. He seemed to be marginally tolerating my presence. Then I followed him home, where his sister was there, with a guy that was presumably the boyfriend. They were in the basement of the house. I followed Tim down the stars and whacked my head hard on the low roof at the base of the stairs. That hurt a lot. The dream ended somewhere soon after that, when I was trying to excuse myself from the house.

Part two of last night's feature was kind of an action adventure/science fiction movie. I'm a little sketchy on details. The jist of the dream was that, I was escaping some enclosed installation with some stolen items. At one part of the dream it was paper money, but at the end it was some gold, and neopolitan ice cream colored metal bars. Most of the dream was furtively walking through a series of installations, that were strikingly similar to shopping malls. There was some looming deadline where I had to get to a shoemaker's shop, called 'Mike's'. There was some disastrous event going to befall all of creation, but it wasn't spoke of directly. There was just this sense of having to escape.

Along the way I met up with a mother and son, who were somehow connected to my valuable bounty. The mother left her son with me, and this kid tagged along on part of my great escape. Eventually I had to make a choice, between the money and the kid, and I ditched the kid. Around about this time I stopped to go through the inventory of a sporting goods shop. I was looking for jerseys, for some reason. Then I had a thought from my real life that I couldn't afford to spend $80 on a replica jersey if I wanna get, and do, all this other stuff in the coming months. That kind of tied me to reality again and made me realize this was a weird dream.

The dream wrapped up in a bizarre way. I made it to Mike's, and was led into the back room where Mike and I made the exchange of the metal bars, for paper money. Then the Mom and kid showed up again, and the mom yelled at me for ditching her son. We got into a fight about that because I didn't care about the kid for any reason and didn't understand why she left him with me. She tried to claim my money, and then the doom that was foreboding came down. It turned out to be armageddon, or the apocalypse, or whatever its called when god comes down from the heavens and judges humanity. Curiously it was shown on TV though. I was in this room, peeking around the corner, as a group of people, including Tim and Jennifer Williams, watched the pronouncement from the God creature that life was over. it was during this speech that I woke up and ended the dream.

I gotta lay off the altered-states hullicino-paste. 8-|

Toodles.

Lots of news from the day so far so let's get to it.

I'm sorry to hear about your morning Dean. There's nothing that can be said that will make that alright. I hope you can find some way of dealing with it. I wish you the best of luck.

I've been to the doctor already. The bone is healed BUT, because of the severity of the original fracture, the doctor wants me to spend at least one more week in a cast. Fine, I'll do it. On the upside, I got a boot to put on my cast so I'm walking now. I think the theory is, give the bone a week to get used to full weight before removing the cast. Seems like a sound theory to me.

Gaming sounds alright to me, if we play some games I actually like. I will not be buying Medal of Honor. There is nothing I despise more than playing a first person shooter where my only choice is to shoot my friends. I don't want to hunt my friends. I find no joy in that. Nor do I like the online experience of shooting other 'real' people. I just get too pissed off because other people take too much pleasure in not playing the way you are supposed to. Better to stick to games that I like. Neverwinter Nights would get my cautious approval. I'd like to tinker with it a little more before giving an offical 'yay' or 'nay'.

If you know where I am, could you please just email me in one place? And, if you know I'm at work, could you email me at work? Thanks.

I'm off to Souris in an hour or so. Once again I make the trek to Manitoba for a site meeting where little of any consequence will get decided. Oh well, its part of the job. With any luck I'll be back in Watson, and at my desk, before the close of business tomorrow. I hope so. I've got a few things around here that could use finishing up before the end of the week.

That's a fairly substantial blog entry for today. Thanks for listening. Toodles!

I seem to have a fly problem in my house. I know where some of them came from but today at lunch was the third time since I came back after the weekend that I had to go on a fly killing binge spree. There are forces arrayed against me here. If any flies are reading this, go away, I don't want you!

Toodles.

Do any of you out there have any theories on why I am persistently getting a headache behind my left eyeball?

I have to write a blog this morning and give a good review of my HP Customer Care phone experience. It took some time to get an operator (i.e. don't phone in the afternoon) but I called first thing this morning, and was on hold for only 5 minutes or so. The woman I got was very helpful, friendly, and did an excellent job of making the experience painless. You kind of brace yourself for a lot of penetrating questions, and general disbelief that your product is broken, from the customer service people. She asked only a couple of questions but seemed agreeable to the notion that it was in need of repair. And this is the truly excellent part. The whole repair sequence is going to be covered, for free. I'm getting an email sometime in the next day describing how to ship it to them, free of charge, where it will be repaired, and shipped back to me, all for free. I am very impressed.

Now I simply hope it doesn't take too long to be completed. It would be awesome if it were done in a month or so. As I sit here thinking about it, I wonder if they'll even fix it, or just ship me another one right away. Her comments about, removing the memory card, and wrist strap, have caused me to think maybe they'll not bother, and will just ship a new one. Either solution would be fine with me, as long as I get my camera back. I like taking pictures and its irritating to be without a camera. I still want that new one, but I want the old one back too. (Yes, I'm very greedy)

So in conclusion, a solid thumbs up to HP Customer Care.

Toodles!

How does one raise some money? I have kind of a problem. I want to buy a new camera, but I have no money. Every dime, and a few more after that, are earmarked for other projects that I can't, simply, shelf. There are things I have to pay for. So, I need to come up with a new money making idea. All ideas will be gladly accepted.

Thanks for your help.

Toodles.

Is it wrong that I like Hilary Duff's song?

Have you ever seen that T shirt that says 'too pooped to party'? I need one of those today that says 'too busy to blog'. Every time I think I'm ahead, I find myself way behind again.

Life sucks, eat a radish.

Toodles.

I have learned a new skill. Actually its more of an application of an existing skill, but I have learned how to do a new thing, and thus I am proud of me. I know how to make 'skins' for Yahoo Messenger. I played around with the feature last night and after some thought while in bed, came up with a good idea for a background for my Yahoo Messenger, which I implemented this morning. Yay for me! (you gotta take joy in the little things.)

Toodles!

I just thought of an interesting question. Would the name of every person, currently alive, be recorded somewhere? Assuming this is true, and all this data could be collected in the same place, we could figure out the number of people, in the world, that shared your name. What a stupid thing to want to do, for no good reason. :-)

Our 2:00 song is Three Days Grace - Home. This is an excellent song. In fact, I think Glow Boy should download it. I think it would resonate with him.

Toodles!

This is a super Grant New Bulletin, live from the desk in Watson!

I want The Family Guy DVD series. That show absolutely kills me. I just about wet myself laughing today. Stewie the baby gets me every time. And Meg was really funny today. I wish they still made that show. It is the funniest thing I've ever seen.

This is a heads up to all of you looking for a Christmas gift for me (hint to Mom, Candace): Family Guy DVD's.

Thanks for listening.

More strange dreams last night. :-s

I dreamt that I was in this big mall, and wandering around. I stopped at this hair place because I knew the guy who cut hair there. Once inside I looked in a mirror and noticed I had long, flowing hair. I needed a hair cut. I got in the chair and the guy started cutting my hair. But it was kind of creepy because he was dressed in Roman toga type clothing. As he was cutting my hair it seemed like his toga robes were getting less plentiful. I woke up about the time he was bare chested.

I gotta do something about these dreams. I need a good, old fashioned, wholesome dream to mellow me out.

Toodles!

I forgot to mention this. I've been visited by Sean's friend Murphy. Both my digital camera and cruise control seem to be broken.

Another night of weird dreaming. And no, I didn't have pickles and ice cream.

I don't remember the start of it but at one point we got to a point where my parents wanted to move to a red brick house on Ave. G and 20th Street. I know, WHAT THE HELL!?!?! Let's just accept that particular thing and move on. Anyway, I was driving through Saskatoon on my way to this house, to see what it was like. For some reason it was an incredibly long drive, and it wound through a residential section that was heavily treed and very winding. I remember that vividly. As well as those aspects of it, there were also many hills and for a reason I can't fathom, I was driving a Ford Festiva hatchback. I know, WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!

For some reason I had to stop. Or more accurately, we had to stop, as my family was with me. Oh right, I stopped because of my cast, that was the motivation. I needed to fix my cast, as it was falling off. So we go into, not a medical clinic, but some weird general store/health store. Everything that went on there was just too weird for description but I will try. First they wrapped a horse blanket around my leg, like that was supposed to help. That fell apart rapidly and we had to abandon the whole, save the original cast, solution. Then they wanted to give me a plaster cast. But it wasn't a real cast but they wanted to put my leg in a giant, clear plastic pail, and then pour in freezing cold plaster. I didn't get that at all. I wasn't real hip to this plan and tried to talk them into a fibreglas cast, like I have already. Then segued into the next part of the dream.

The person who took over helping me was, an incarnation of the pretty girl that works at the Safeway pharmacy, and who I know from when she worked at the Macs store. Janice by name, to save on confusion from here out. I tried to talk her into the fibreglas cast but she didn't think they had anything. So we hobbled up and checked out the kids section and they had some fibreglas material with kid prints on it. We picked up a few of these and went down the theatre seating (yes, I know) to the bottom, to put it on. But before she could get to work on building a new cast, it was the end of the day (9:00 pm on the clock) and she was done. I hadn't been there THAT long, I didn't think.

So we're into the last part that I remember. At the bottom of the theatre seating is not walls, but open, like a porch, and it empties into a courtyard with little shops and services. Most are health in natural, medical clinic (yes, I know), dental clinic, crutch store, and so on. That's not the weird part. The weird part is there is an old woman who is clearly insane, shouting obscenities at me as I hobble along. So I go back into the store that was SUPPOSED to be closed, and ask Janice what's going on. She tells me to ignore the woman, as she's crazy, and nobody bothers with her. And now, even though everything is SUPPOSED to be closed, she gives me a new cast, made out of green fibreglas wrap.

That's the last I remember. I gotta remember to eat something before bed. I can't have any more of these weird dreams.

Toodles.

I don't know whether I'm bored, or tired or what. First I had a craving for Dairy Queen ice cream treats, now I want a Chicken Chef hamburger. I should probably have more than an apple for supper.

I had a weird dream last night. I'm trying real hard to remember the details but they elude me, like sand through your fist. It had some elements of Star Wars, The Terminator, and there was some weird thing about the CFL having played a season as arena football, with Saskatchewan and Toronto in the Grey Cup, which was played to a full house in Sask. Place. If I can conjure up some concrete details for you, I will do so.

Toodles.

I swear there is code in Windows designed specifically to piss me off.

I put my new USB hub on my desk today, and went about installing it. Its USB, its supposed to be 'plug'n'play' right? WRONG!!! I know the theory is, that you just plug it in, and everything works seamlessly. So why doesn't it do that for me? I plug in the damn thing, and it does the whirly-be-bop stuff that its supposed to, then hangs. It won't finish the install. Well what the hell is going on here!?! It keeps asking for this EHCI installation disk. I don't have an EHCI Installation Disk. So I go to my documentation. No driver disk with the hardware. Explanation? Its USB, its supposed to 'just work'. ARRGGGHHHH!!!! So its to the internet. 20 minutes of fruitless searching brings me back to Windows 'just work' solution. I read the error messages carefully and its actually looking for a 'ousb2hub.sys' file. Hhhmmmmm, that looks suspiciously Windows system-ish to me. Better to a hard drive search. Finish that and Voila! I have the damnedable file on my hard drive. Go through the ridiculous procedure of having to tell Windows where its own damn file is, and once again, Voila!, my new USB hub works.

Bill Gates and his fiendish hellspawn can all toss my salad.

Toodles.

I've said this before but . . .

GOD I HATE ORBITZ!!!!