y'know what i'd like to see? i'd like to see a web app that helps you keep track of when the last time you contacted your friends was... basically it would list your friends and you'd be able to put in the date you last contact then and it would be sorted by oldest first so that you'd know which friendship has gone the longest without 'maintenance'...
not because keeping in touch with people is a chore or anything, but just because it's hard to monitor so many connections to make sure the lines of communication haven't gone dark for too long...
when was the last time you could describe what you wanted to do before you knew what it was you wanted to do? i have no idea what you can expect to find here so consider this fair warning... kurt
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
omg flickr is SLOW!
holy crap, i can't believe how slow flickr is... it just took me an hour and a half of fighting with flickr to get urls for the 2 photos from the last post... i actually ate my entire dinner in the time it took to render a single page... that's unusably slow... how do people manage to put up with that? and then there are the many, many links which don't actually do anything unless you copy and paste the link location into the location bar of the browser...
ugg...
ugg...
do it yourself
y'know, when i see a product like this credit card sized fold away camera tripod i think to myself: self, why would anyone pay good money for what they could make with their own two hands out of a cereal box?...
and then i made my own (not quite as fancy) version out of a cereal box...

and just like the original, it folds up to the size of a credit card so you can put it in your wallet...
that said, with that big chunk taken out of the middle of it, it also fits in the belt loop of the soft case my camera came with so i don't have to clutter my wallet...
and then i made my own (not quite as fancy) version out of a cereal box...
and just like the original, it folds up to the size of a credit card so you can put it in your wallet...
that said, with that big chunk taken out of the middle of it, it also fits in the belt loop of the soft case my camera came with so i don't have to clutter my wallet...
Saturday, December 08, 2007
i hate web forums
there, i said it, i hate web forums... i can't stand going to this web forum and then that web forum and then the other web forum (i hate doing that with normal websites too, that's why i love rss feeds)... i wish i could read all these web forums in thunderbird somehow, or better still, i wish these twits who decide they want to run a forum get a clue and use usenet instead - that's what it's there for... gaaa!
and yes, i know some forums have rss feeds, but rss is the wrong format for discussions (there's no threading in rss) and many that i'm interested in don't support unauthenticated feeds so my feed reader has to be able to log on as me, and guess what, google reader can't do that...
and yes, i know some forums have rss feeds, but rss is the wrong format for discussions (there's no threading in rss) and many that i'm interested in don't support unauthenticated feeds so my feed reader has to be able to log on as me, and guess what, google reader can't do that...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
that's despicable
i read this today and i'm struck by the sheer gall of this woman...
the basic gist is that a grown woman played manipulative games with a young girl (and when i say young i mean barely a teen) on myspace, at some point decided it was time to 'teach her a lesson' and instigated cyber-bullying against the kid resulting in the girl committing suicide... and then the woman has the temerity to start a blog with the title "megan meier had it coming" (megan being the girl) in an attempt to fight back against the vilification she's received in her community and by the media...
she seems to think that because the girl was a bully too that it was ok to lead her on with a fake teenage male persona on myspace only to later crush her with that same persona and leak secrets to her social contacts in some sort of ridiculous preemptive strike to protect her own daughter (rather than teaching her daughter how to deal with bullying)...
regardless of the character of megan meier, adults should not pull this kind of shit with children, they should know better... lori drew is a villain by any standard and it is she who had the vilification she's now receiving coming to her... as ye reap so shall ye sow...
the basic gist is that a grown woman played manipulative games with a young girl (and when i say young i mean barely a teen) on myspace, at some point decided it was time to 'teach her a lesson' and instigated cyber-bullying against the kid resulting in the girl committing suicide... and then the woman has the temerity to start a blog with the title "megan meier had it coming" (megan being the girl) in an attempt to fight back against the vilification she's received in her community and by the media...
she seems to think that because the girl was a bully too that it was ok to lead her on with a fake teenage male persona on myspace only to later crush her with that same persona and leak secrets to her social contacts in some sort of ridiculous preemptive strike to protect her own daughter (rather than teaching her daughter how to deal with bullying)...
regardless of the character of megan meier, adults should not pull this kind of shit with children, they should know better... lori drew is a villain by any standard and it is she who had the vilification she's now receiving coming to her... as ye reap so shall ye sow...
Monday, December 03, 2007
serving many masters
came across an interesting blog post on commenting/documenting code today... i've seen many of the things mentioned before but at the end i'm always left with the feeling "why should i?"... not because i don't think i should bother, i know better, but because these tips never seem to address the key inertial speed bump of "what's my motivation?"...
what one really needs to be asking oneself, however, is "who am i writing code for?"... is it for me? my employer? the end user, perhaps?...
i'll ask another question - "who is going to see it?"... i'm going to see my own code, obviously, but so are other coders - specifically the people working with me on the project now and the people who will be working on it in the future... they are the audience of my code, they are the users of my functions, they are the consumers of my classes... when i write code, i'm writing it for other coders... with that in mind of course i'd try to write the best, most elegant, and meaningfully documented code i can...
it may seem strange that i'm considering my fellow coders as one of the masters i serve as a professional software developer or more specifically why them and not some other master... well, being a coder means mastering the art of serving many masters and they are the ones most directly impacted by the form and nature of my code...
end users, on the other hand, are most directly impacted by the user interface i design - so i design user interfaces for end users... likewise with employers (or direct supervisors, at any rate), they're most directly impacted by deadlines so i try to meet deadlines for them...
and for myself? i solve problems... i solve problems for the sense of accomplishment, of course, but also to make my life easier/better... and i don't just mean solving problems with the product (though that's part of it)... solving problems with the nature of my code means other coders can use it more easily... if they can use it more easily then then don't have to ask me as many questions and i can spend more time either being productive or goofing off... it also means they're less likely to use my code incorrectly and thereby introduce bugs which create more work and complexity for everyone down the line...
solving a problem that affects my productivity of course means that i can better meet my deadlines and that makes my employers happy - and it's far better to have employers that are happy you're meeting a deadline than employers that are unhappy because you are missing a deadline... that kind of stress sucks...
finally, solving a problem with the user interface makes the user experience go more smoothly... if the user experience goes more smoothly then the user is more apt to use the product the way it was intended to used... if the end user is less likely to use the product in unintended ways then they're less likely to encounter unexpected behaviour which would be reported to my employers to be fixed which leads to cluttering the next to-do list, making more work for me and my fellow coders, making the product more complex which inevitably means more questions asked of me, and making the deadlines harder to achieve which makes the employer less happy...
in the 7 years i've been programming professionally that's the realization i've come to... i need to design UI for users, meet deadlines for employers, code for other coders, and solve problems for me...
what one really needs to be asking oneself, however, is "who am i writing code for?"... is it for me? my employer? the end user, perhaps?...
i'll ask another question - "who is going to see it?"... i'm going to see my own code, obviously, but so are other coders - specifically the people working with me on the project now and the people who will be working on it in the future... they are the audience of my code, they are the users of my functions, they are the consumers of my classes... when i write code, i'm writing it for other coders... with that in mind of course i'd try to write the best, most elegant, and meaningfully documented code i can...
it may seem strange that i'm considering my fellow coders as one of the masters i serve as a professional software developer or more specifically why them and not some other master... well, being a coder means mastering the art of serving many masters and they are the ones most directly impacted by the form and nature of my code...
end users, on the other hand, are most directly impacted by the user interface i design - so i design user interfaces for end users... likewise with employers (or direct supervisors, at any rate), they're most directly impacted by deadlines so i try to meet deadlines for them...
and for myself? i solve problems... i solve problems for the sense of accomplishment, of course, but also to make my life easier/better... and i don't just mean solving problems with the product (though that's part of it)... solving problems with the nature of my code means other coders can use it more easily... if they can use it more easily then then don't have to ask me as many questions and i can spend more time either being productive or goofing off... it also means they're less likely to use my code incorrectly and thereby introduce bugs which create more work and complexity for everyone down the line...
solving a problem that affects my productivity of course means that i can better meet my deadlines and that makes my employers happy - and it's far better to have employers that are happy you're meeting a deadline than employers that are unhappy because you are missing a deadline... that kind of stress sucks...
finally, solving a problem with the user interface makes the user experience go more smoothly... if the user experience goes more smoothly then the user is more apt to use the product the way it was intended to used... if the end user is less likely to use the product in unintended ways then they're less likely to encounter unexpected behaviour which would be reported to my employers to be fixed which leads to cluttering the next to-do list, making more work for me and my fellow coders, making the product more complex which inevitably means more questions asked of me, and making the deadlines harder to achieve which makes the employer less happy...
in the 7 years i've been programming professionally that's the realization i've come to... i need to design UI for users, meet deadlines for employers, code for other coders, and solve problems for me...
Thursday, November 29, 2007
clearing out the cruft
is cruft even a word?
anyways, i've begun to realize that although some of the ideas i come up with for blog posts may not be the greatest (no, really?) if i don't write them down they wind up cluttering my brain and keeping me from coming up with anything better...
and that sucks...
so what has been cluttering up my brain? lots of things, but one that i keep coming back to was my visit to the dentist a couple weeks ago... as i'm wheel-less i took the bus... i've certainly found material to blog about on the bus before and this time was no exception... buses are, of course, no smoking areas and that's a good thing for me because i'm allergic to tobacco... unfortunately that really only means people can't light up or take a drag while on the bus, it doesn't actually protect us non-smokers from second-hand smoke because the nicotine addicts have a tendency to puff and puff and puff until the very last moment, get on the bus, sit down beside you, and then exhale their noxious, carcinogenic breath... thanks a lot folks... it's people like you that make me feel just a little less guilty about the realization that i'd be much better off if you all keeled over right now...
and that was just my trip to the dentist's office... once i got there and planted myself on one of those weird dentist chairs i learned something i didn't know before... you see, unfortunately for me i found myself with a raw spot on my gums just between and behind my 2 front upper incisors and i was sure that was going to make my trip to the dentist miserable (clearly they have no difficulty finding sensitive spots even where there were no obvious sensitive spots before)... i learned that dentists encounter such inflamed gum problems so frequently they actually have a term for it: a pizza burn... incredible, because that was exactly the cause too... darn that pizza, why does it always have to be so delicious that you can't wait for it to cool down...
oh, and of course the receptionist/cashier found a new way to confuse me once my visit was over and done with...
her: so did your parents send money for the visit or should i just send a bill home with you?
me: ???
her: ....
me: ??... uhh, credit card...
i'm 32 years old, my face is covered with hair, and she asks me how my parents will be paying... way to throw a guy off his game...
anyways, i've begun to realize that although some of the ideas i come up with for blog posts may not be the greatest (no, really?) if i don't write them down they wind up cluttering my brain and keeping me from coming up with anything better...
and that sucks...
so what has been cluttering up my brain? lots of things, but one that i keep coming back to was my visit to the dentist a couple weeks ago... as i'm wheel-less i took the bus... i've certainly found material to blog about on the bus before and this time was no exception... buses are, of course, no smoking areas and that's a good thing for me because i'm allergic to tobacco... unfortunately that really only means people can't light up or take a drag while on the bus, it doesn't actually protect us non-smokers from second-hand smoke because the nicotine addicts have a tendency to puff and puff and puff until the very last moment, get on the bus, sit down beside you, and then exhale their noxious, carcinogenic breath... thanks a lot folks... it's people like you that make me feel just a little less guilty about the realization that i'd be much better off if you all keeled over right now...
and that was just my trip to the dentist's office... once i got there and planted myself on one of those weird dentist chairs i learned something i didn't know before... you see, unfortunately for me i found myself with a raw spot on my gums just between and behind my 2 front upper incisors and i was sure that was going to make my trip to the dentist miserable (clearly they have no difficulty finding sensitive spots even where there were no obvious sensitive spots before)... i learned that dentists encounter such inflamed gum problems so frequently they actually have a term for it: a pizza burn... incredible, because that was exactly the cause too... darn that pizza, why does it always have to be so delicious that you can't wait for it to cool down...
oh, and of course the receptionist/cashier found a new way to confuse me once my visit was over and done with...
her: so did your parents send money for the visit or should i just send a bill home with you?
me: ???
her: ....
me: ??... uhh, credit card...
i'm 32 years old, my face is covered with hair, and she asks me how my parents will be paying... way to throw a guy off his game...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
copyright policy makers are dumb
here's something that i wish policy makers would get through their thick skulls:
thank you, Russell McOrmond, for those 2 wonderfully put sentences...
Technical measures can be used to deny access to materials without authorization, but Copyright is a law that limits what you can do with material you already have access to. The two relate to very different concepts.
thank you, Russell McOrmond, for those 2 wonderfully put sentences...
Monday, November 05, 2007
adhd
adhd - it's like add only worse because you act out and are disruptive... such is the nature of hyperactivity..
do i have adhd? was i ever officially diagnosed with adhd? i don't know, i don't recall... what i do recall is being subjected to a behaviour modification experiment because i was too disruptive in class...
basically they had me take this drug (such as for example ritalin) one week, some other drug the next week, and so on and so forth and had the teachers write down their observations... those observations were that none of the drugs worked to modify my behaviour, which was good for me, but at the age of 13 i knew what was what and the threat of (presumably) well meaning authority figures continuing to try to change the way my brain worked did not appeal to me in the least... so as a result that did work to modify my behaviour...
by which i mean i learned that in order to avoid future (possibly successful) experimentation i had to learn to fly under the radar... i had to keep my head down, my mouth shut, and my body still - i had to learn to censor everything i did and become inhibited...
"but wait, surely there were limits" you say - and perhaps you're right, but there was no guidance on which impulses were ok to act on and which weren't, and the mental energy it takes to keep those impulses in check doesn't exactly leave a lot to spare for complex analysis of the situation at hand (and even if it did it would still be a filtered/censored response)... nor was it like there was much evidence any kind of middle ground existed as there always seemed to be a complaint designed for what i was doing...
even as an adult a more relaxed middle ground is hard to find - "stop bouncing your knee, your shaking the table", "i'm going to take that thing away from you in a minute", or "stop tickling the kids, you're getting them worked up and they're making too much noise", never mind the old childhood favourites like "no running in the house", "no jumping on the furniture", "stop jabbing your classmates in the side", "stop drumming on your desk", or "stop banging your head against the wall" (many of which i'd probably still be doing if not for the consequences)...
so i live in a world where, in the wrong setting, simple muscle ticks can get me in minor trouble - i learned as a kid that in order to hold on to the person i was (no way you can change the way the brain works without changing the way the mind works) i had to keep the real me to myself and now as a consequence the only time i can be myself, the only time i have the freedom to be myself, is when i'm alone... otherwise there are too many rules, too many consequences, and too much hassle - and then folks wonder why i don't let people in and don't socialize as well as i could...
i crave stimulation just like the next person, but as a tactile person fulfilling that craving means moving, often in ways that distract and annoy others, sometimes in ways that wind up being destructive... in a society that values order so highly, i represent chaos... so i try to find a balance between order and chaos because a whirlwind does not belong in a bottle and because if i can't be myself around others then there is a part of me i cannot see...
do i have adhd? was i ever officially diagnosed with adhd? i don't know, i don't recall... what i do recall is being subjected to a behaviour modification experiment because i was too disruptive in class...
basically they had me take this drug (such as for example ritalin) one week, some other drug the next week, and so on and so forth and had the teachers write down their observations... those observations were that none of the drugs worked to modify my behaviour, which was good for me, but at the age of 13 i knew what was what and the threat of (presumably) well meaning authority figures continuing to try to change the way my brain worked did not appeal to me in the least... so as a result that did work to modify my behaviour...
by which i mean i learned that in order to avoid future (possibly successful) experimentation i had to learn to fly under the radar... i had to keep my head down, my mouth shut, and my body still - i had to learn to censor everything i did and become inhibited...
"but wait, surely there were limits" you say - and perhaps you're right, but there was no guidance on which impulses were ok to act on and which weren't, and the mental energy it takes to keep those impulses in check doesn't exactly leave a lot to spare for complex analysis of the situation at hand (and even if it did it would still be a filtered/censored response)... nor was it like there was much evidence any kind of middle ground existed as there always seemed to be a complaint designed for what i was doing...
even as an adult a more relaxed middle ground is hard to find - "stop bouncing your knee, your shaking the table", "i'm going to take that thing away from you in a minute", or "stop tickling the kids, you're getting them worked up and they're making too much noise", never mind the old childhood favourites like "no running in the house", "no jumping on the furniture", "stop jabbing your classmates in the side", "stop drumming on your desk", or "stop banging your head against the wall" (many of which i'd probably still be doing if not for the consequences)...
so i live in a world where, in the wrong setting, simple muscle ticks can get me in minor trouble - i learned as a kid that in order to hold on to the person i was (no way you can change the way the brain works without changing the way the mind works) i had to keep the real me to myself and now as a consequence the only time i can be myself, the only time i have the freedom to be myself, is when i'm alone... otherwise there are too many rules, too many consequences, and too much hassle - and then folks wonder why i don't let people in and don't socialize as well as i could...
i crave stimulation just like the next person, but as a tactile person fulfilling that craving means moving, often in ways that distract and annoy others, sometimes in ways that wind up being destructive... in a society that values order so highly, i represent chaos... so i try to find a balance between order and chaos because a whirlwind does not belong in a bottle and because if i can't be myself around others then there is a part of me i cannot see...
the law of conservation of mental energy
yeah, i just made that up but hear me out...
i think that mental energy (like real energy) cannot be created or destroyed...
if that's true then it stands to reason that you only have a finite amount of mental energy you can put into a thing and thus the more you put into image the less that's left over for substance...
no where have i seen this more plainly demonstrated than with food... i was at a company function on friday and it was a fancy-pants sort of affair complete with fancy-pants food... you know the kinds - small portions with things drizzled on the plate in order to make it look like a work of art... i've encountered food like this before and never has it ever been great food... ok food, reasonable food, but never great, never anything to write home about... i enjoy bbq's more than i enjoy this type of food...
i don't know where the practice of dressing up food came from but i'm certain it's entirely misguided... we've all learned over the years what good food looks like and we've come to associate that appearance with the taste of the food so that good food just naturally looks good to us... making the food look like art visually indicates that the attention of the cook/chef was not 100% on the flavour of the food and that always seems to result in food that tastes less good than it could...
i think that mental energy (like real energy) cannot be created or destroyed...
if that's true then it stands to reason that you only have a finite amount of mental energy you can put into a thing and thus the more you put into image the less that's left over for substance...
no where have i seen this more plainly demonstrated than with food... i was at a company function on friday and it was a fancy-pants sort of affair complete with fancy-pants food... you know the kinds - small portions with things drizzled on the plate in order to make it look like a work of art... i've encountered food like this before and never has it ever been great food... ok food, reasonable food, but never great, never anything to write home about... i enjoy bbq's more than i enjoy this type of food...
i don't know where the practice of dressing up food came from but i'm certain it's entirely misguided... we've all learned over the years what good food looks like and we've come to associate that appearance with the taste of the food so that good food just naturally looks good to us... making the food look like art visually indicates that the attention of the cook/chef was not 100% on the flavour of the food and that always seems to result in food that tastes less good than it could...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
idea time
here's an idea that i'm giving away for free to a good home... all anyone has to do is promise to do something about it...

you see that little white spool that the dental floss is usually wrapped around (when the case hasn't been taken apart)? that spool should be any colour other than white... black, blue, red, green, purple, i don't care, so long as there's some contrast between it and the floss wrapped around it... why? so that i can easily look at my dental floss and see that yes i'm running low and need to get some more... i hate going to pull out a length of floss for my normal oral hygiene ritual only to find that what's left isn't long enough to hold on to with both hands...
you see that little white spool that the dental floss is usually wrapped around (when the case hasn't been taken apart)? that spool should be any colour other than white... black, blue, red, green, purple, i don't care, so long as there's some contrast between it and the floss wrapped around it... why? so that i can easily look at my dental floss and see that yes i'm running low and need to get some more... i hate going to pull out a length of floss for my normal oral hygiene ritual only to find that what's left isn't long enough to hold on to with both hands...
Monday, July 09, 2007
honey, why is there a mushroom cloud in the back yard?
i've said it before and i'll say it again: i like me some demolition...
i remember reading about match stick bombs when i was a kid - i never saw one in real life though - but here's a video of the effect minus the shrapnel (since the match heads weren't confined in a sealed vessel that would have formed the outer shell of an actual bomb)... i believe the proper term for this is deflagration...
today's demolition was brought to me (so i could share with you) by the fine folks at boing boing ('cause apparently they like demolition too)..
i remember reading about match stick bombs when i was a kid - i never saw one in real life though - but here's a video of the effect minus the shrapnel (since the match heads weren't confined in a sealed vessel that would have formed the outer shell of an actual bomb)... i believe the proper term for this is deflagration...
today's demolition was brought to me (so i could share with you) by the fine folks at boing boing ('cause apparently they like demolition too)..
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
advertising cars on buses
yeah, yeah, it's been a while - shoot me already...
so i'm on the bus going to work this morning and trying to figure out what the god-aweful perforated stickers they put on the outside of mississauga transit buses (perforated so that the windows aren't completely opaque, just sort of not really transparent enough to read street signs anymore) is supposed to look like from the wrong side (the inside) and i realize they're graphics of cars...
lets follow this logic for a moment, folks... you have public transportation, it reduces pollution, it reduces traffic congestion, and it reduces it's own ridership by serving as a vehicle for encouraging people to keep their money out of the public transportation system and in the higher polluting/congesting world of cars?
this, more than anything else i can think of in recent (or even distant) memory is the moment that mississauga transit has jumped the shark...
so i'm on the bus going to work this morning and trying to figure out what the god-aweful perforated stickers they put on the outside of mississauga transit buses (perforated so that the windows aren't completely opaque, just sort of not really transparent enough to read street signs anymore) is supposed to look like from the wrong side (the inside) and i realize they're graphics of cars...
lets follow this logic for a moment, folks... you have public transportation, it reduces pollution, it reduces traffic congestion, and it reduces it's own ridership by serving as a vehicle for encouraging people to keep their money out of the public transportation system and in the higher polluting/congesting world of cars?
this, more than anything else i can think of in recent (or even distant) memory is the moment that mississauga transit has jumped the shark...
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
have you ever wondered . . .
you know how you can see your breath when it's cold outside, well have you ever wondered if you could see a fart under the same conditions? if so, what would it look like? if not, why not? (i know the air down there is different, but that different?)... well, now i have both questions answered at the same time with a video of a fart in infrared...
if you thought the absence of ultra low hanging clouds in winter months had anything to do with the muffling effects of garments you'd be wrong as the video plainly shows familiar movement apparently unimpeded by the garments obviously being worn... what the video also shows, however, (and this sort of surprised me) is that the gas is cold (the warmer the object, the lighter the colour)...
colour my curiosity satisfied...
if you thought the absence of ultra low hanging clouds in winter months had anything to do with the muffling effects of garments you'd be wrong as the video plainly shows familiar movement apparently unimpeded by the garments obviously being worn... what the video also shows, however, (and this sort of surprised me) is that the gas is cold (the warmer the object, the lighter the colour)...
colour my curiosity satisfied...
Monday, January 01, 2007
snowboard usb flash drive
y'know, as soon as i saw this snowboard usb flash drive on ohgizmo i immediately thought of my friend andrea complaining that she couldn't fit her snowboard inside her tiny little VW beetle... well andrea, if you've still got the car, i think this one will fit...
Monday, November 06, 2006
push free skateboard? what?
found this on ohgizmo
and now i'm really confused because i don't need to push with a standard skateboard... i'm not even any good as a skater, can't even do an ollie, but i can move the deck without pushing... so why would you need a special mechanism to make the deck go without pushing?... weird...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
the physics of superheros
caught this on boingboing today... you may have heard about the physics of superheroes before or perhaps not... if you had you probably thought, as i did, that it was kind of a goofy idea...
well, now there are a series of videos (video 1, video 2, video 3, video 4) that display the true hilarity of it... no really, this guy (besides knowing far too much about comic books) has great comedic timing...
well, now there are a series of videos (video 1, video 2, video 3, video 4) that display the true hilarity of it... no really, this guy (besides knowing far too much about comic books) has great comedic timing...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
it's karylin smith's birthday today
it's karylin smith's birthday today (or so what passes for my memory tells me) but since i lost track of karylin ages ago (years before i lost track of my friend mark) i'm going to do the same thing i've done for mark and wish her a happy birthday here...
who is karylin smith? well, besides being a multi-talented musician and artist from york u, she was also one of the nicest girls i've ever known (and the first girl i ever asked out - not to mention the first to let me down gently)...
she was a great person, full of life, and i'm sure where ever she's gotten to she's having a great day so happy birthday karylin...
who is karylin smith? well, besides being a multi-talented musician and artist from york u, she was also one of the nicest girls i've ever known (and the first girl i ever asked out - not to mention the first to let me down gently)...
she was a great person, full of life, and i'm sure where ever she's gotten to she's having a great day so happy birthday karylin...
franco unamerican
i haven't really been posting much in the way of interesting multimedia lately so here's youtube video for a song i just can't get out of my head...
i keep meaning to check if i've got "the war on errorism" (the album this song is from) at home so i can bring it into work and listen to this (and other nofx songs) without browsing the net but oh well..
i keep meaning to check if i've got "the war on errorism" (the album this song is from) at home so i can bring it into work and listen to this (and other nofx songs) without browsing the net but oh well..
Monday, September 11, 2006
what i did on my summer vacation
my summer vacation? well, i did take time off work, and it was during the summer, so i guess that counts as a summer vacation...
the first thing i did was go to my cousin's wedding - and that meant getting dressed up, which just so you know is one of my not-so-favourite things... i'm not a fancy-pants sort of guy, but i bought a suit and people seemed to think it was acceptable so that was that... and the wedding was, i dunno, wedding-like? i haven't been to that many but they don't really impress me as being all that interesting... i think they must have some sort of social significance that i don't get...
whatever, that was the first day of my vacation, after that there was another 2 weeks... 2 weeks of building an interior wall - from scratch... cutting 2x4's to length (by hand, because apparently i am able to cut myself even with a hand saw so power saws wouldn't have been a very good idea), hammering them into position, toe-nailing them together with a hammer and nails for the most part (note to do-it-yourselfers: if you're going to frame a wall, use framing brackets/anchors and screws, i did on some trouble spots at the end and when i was done i wished i could take the other part of the wall back down and re-do it with the brackets - it's that much better), putting in insulation and a vapour barrier, cutting drywall and screwing it into place, etc... it's not a big wall but it's my first time building one and apart from some assistance holding the plastic for the vapour barrier in place and lugging around drywall before it got cut i pretty much put the whole thing in place myself so all that took me the whole 2 weeks...
and yes, if it sounds like i left out some steps (like the taping and the mudding and the priming and the painting) it's because they haven't been done yet - ugg... so much work and now i'm not on vacation anymore so i gotta put in my 8-9 hours at my day job first before even thinking about doing anything about the wall...
but there's a method to my madness - it's all part of my newly decided exit strategy that a) let's me get the heck out of my mom's house (years of being the parent to your parent when they should be able to take care of themselves is hard, and apparently very expensive since i just recently did the math) and b) has the very important property of not making me the bad guy for abandoning my mom because if she does wind up having to sell the place at least it will have some/all the repairs it needs done so the place isn't a total hole... i actually feel better than i have in a long while now because it seems like freedom might just be within my grasp... hooray for me!
the first thing i did was go to my cousin's wedding - and that meant getting dressed up, which just so you know is one of my not-so-favourite things... i'm not a fancy-pants sort of guy, but i bought a suit and people seemed to think it was acceptable so that was that... and the wedding was, i dunno, wedding-like? i haven't been to that many but they don't really impress me as being all that interesting... i think they must have some sort of social significance that i don't get...
whatever, that was the first day of my vacation, after that there was another 2 weeks... 2 weeks of building an interior wall - from scratch... cutting 2x4's to length (by hand, because apparently i am able to cut myself even with a hand saw so power saws wouldn't have been a very good idea), hammering them into position, toe-nailing them together with a hammer and nails for the most part (note to do-it-yourselfers: if you're going to frame a wall, use framing brackets/anchors and screws, i did on some trouble spots at the end and when i was done i wished i could take the other part of the wall back down and re-do it with the brackets - it's that much better), putting in insulation and a vapour barrier, cutting drywall and screwing it into place, etc... it's not a big wall but it's my first time building one and apart from some assistance holding the plastic for the vapour barrier in place and lugging around drywall before it got cut i pretty much put the whole thing in place myself so all that took me the whole 2 weeks...
and yes, if it sounds like i left out some steps (like the taping and the mudding and the priming and the painting) it's because they haven't been done yet - ugg... so much work and now i'm not on vacation anymore so i gotta put in my 8-9 hours at my day job first before even thinking about doing anything about the wall...but there's a method to my madness - it's all part of my newly decided exit strategy that a) let's me get the heck out of my mom's house (years of being the parent to your parent when they should be able to take care of themselves is hard, and apparently very expensive since i just recently did the math) and b) has the very important property of not making me the bad guy for abandoning my mom because if she does wind up having to sell the place at least it will have some/all the repairs it needs done so the place isn't a total hole... i actually feel better than i have in a long while now because it seems like freedom might just be within my grasp... hooray for me!
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