Category: my ramblings

I just mistyped that as ‘roast beats’ three times. Hrm.

Anyways, weekend was awesome. Saw Sandy after two weeks apart, on Saturday we went to the races at Mosport Speedway. I got to ride in the pace car before the races got rained out. It was still fun to see everything. On Sunday we went to a family barbecue at her Uncle Bob’s cottage which was lots of fun. There was good roast beast and other food, and after than we went tubing out on the lake. It was damn fun, although I got a few litres of lake water up my nose when I wiped out. But I took out Sandy’s brother and he face planted into the water, so it was all worth it 🙂

I already mentioned that the new Canada Post website is a putrid mound of Flash and ASP garbage, rendering it slow as all hell and totally unintuitive. Well, now I just found the “text only” site. If you go through the “splash” (shudder) page and select your language, there is a link at the bottom of the page that leads to a text-only representation. Why they bothered to use table cell background colours when every text browser I’ve ever seen doesn’t display them is beyond me. Anyways, the problem is any link from there goes to the same site as every other browser. Pathetic.

I was up late last night burning CDs, and didn’t wake up until 7:15. My alarm clock was doing something strange as well; the alarm didn’t sound very healthy. Maybe the 5+ year old battery is finally dying.

Yay for seeing Sandy this weekend. I miss her. Full weekend planned: car racing Saturday, family picnic Sunday. Woo. And I get to teach her how to use her new CD burner, and coordinate ordering her eMate… computers are fun.

Finally burned some good ol’ Canadian bands onto an MP3 CD.

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When I was born they looked at me and said
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy
And when you were born they looked at you and said
What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl

We've got these chains that hang around our necks
People want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same
When temptation calls we just look away

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight
I know that it isn't right
But be with me tonight

I go to school, I write exams
If I pass, if I fail, if I drop out, does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, they'll soon forget
'Cause it won't take much for me to show that my life ain't over yet

I wake up scared, I wake up strange
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
And everything around me stays the same

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight
I know that it isn't right
But be with me tonight

I couldn't tell you that I was wrong
Chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song
I couldn't tell you that you were right
So instead I looked in the mirror watched tv laid awake all night

We've got these chains that hang around our necks
People want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same
When temptation calls....

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight
I know that it isn't right
But be with me tonight

When I was born they looked at me and said
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy
And when you were born they looked at you and said
What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey

Happy Canada Day everyone! Hopefully the weather yesterday was nicer than there I was. On the coast of Lake Huron, the winds blew sand in my face. Yum! On Georgian Bay, things were nice and calm. Didn’t get to go swimming, but it was still a nice day out.

Visited some kind of buy/sell/whatever shop in Wiarton, and it was the largest single collection of crap in the entire free world. I should have taken photos. There was crap like discarded books from libraries, various and sundry useless and worthless tins, bowls, other things made out of glass, all for sale at exorbitant sums. There was even Cherry Pepsi from 1999 and 5+ year old fake maple syrup and strawberry jam. Mental note: never, ever go there again.

I just got an HTML e-mail from FreeDrive with a subject of “Having trouble with those E-Mail attachments?” No, actually, just those frickin’ annoying HTML e-mails, but thanks for asking! (Delete)

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, anyone? This reminded me of an article in the National Post a few weeks ago that claimed that many cases of Carpal Tunnel were merely psychosomatic. I know my tendonitis wasn’t.

Jordan has got me reading Portal of Evil news. It’s a good balance with my usual reading of BBC World.

Finally, finally, one of my co-workers gave me a 5-minute description of how Cricket is played. Now when I watch BBC World I won’t toally glaze over when they do the cricket scores 🙂

I finally got my new Nokia GSM phone reliably talking to my computer, changed my operator logo, found out that my phone won’t support startup logos, uploaded ringtones. Yay. Now if only I can fscking export/import from the phone list, I’ll be set.

Uh. Yeah. This. (Flash required). This was pretyy weird, but now “the funniest thing ever” Jordan.

Morning: almost forgot cell phone. plumbing in kitchen at work screwed up, so no clean dishes, so no coffee. mailing list tom-foolery. couldn’t deposit money order.

Yesterday was Sandy and I’s nine month anniversary. Wow. Pretty exciting.

I left the evilness that is Rogers AT&T Wireless and switched to the GSM goodness that is Fido. Mmmmm. Real standards.