Have been quiet and introspective, almost hermit like in my dealings with the world, a lot on my mind, much to think about. Currently, am content to sit and ponder, or veg, if the urge grabs me as it so often does in grey cloudy afternoons, and stare of into space, not really thinking of much, just letting it all coalesce in the background.
Until the answers are forthcoming I shall be off hunting wabbits. Which at the current rate means that if all gels well, regular musing should commence after the vacation. Hopefully. Much squishiness to you all. A biente.
Sometimes life gets a little surreal.
Times like that, you have to tell the ghost of vermeer that your watch melted and you've really got to go and see Europe after the rain.
Nice, wonder if it works as well as they say it does.
I have the MX500 and it's a nice mouse, works well, no complaints; ok there were complaints with games and trying to use the Logitech software, but other than that, it is nice.
Egawds, someone just ate my brain....
Spiced, pickled and munched by the lovely Kymberlie.
I have to mention this because it is annoying me.
Hamm didn't win the gold.
Maybe I should just leave it at that.
However, I've seen a lot of talk about how taking the gold away from him would be equivalent to changing the rules after the game is finished. I don't see how that would be the case.
I also saw something about how he had a great routine; again I'm not sure how that relates to him keeping a gold which he didn't win by the numbers.
One person wrote that his win was similar to giving a sprinter a .1 second handicap on the 100m.
It's like giving one team only 5 points for every touchdown and after the game saying it doesn't matter.
That's not the way it works and arguing that he should win the gold because of the mistake just isn't right.
What happened to may the best man win?
Granted a lot of people seem to be agreeing that he should give it back and it has been a bit of fresh air reading all those comments.
After all, you can be pretty sure that if it was the lottery they'd take the money back.
Anyways, I agree: do the right thing. Hamm didn't win. He did a good job, but he didn't win.
How is keeping the gold anything but cheating? Cheating the Korean athlete and just as importantly - cheating himself.
You can't insure a painting, but you can get life insurance.
A unique painting can't be valued, and yet we put a value on human life.
Something very wrong with that.
Well that was fun.
For those who have experienced or might experience this `Home Search' browser hijack here are some pages I used to get rid of it.
http://www.short-media.com/forum/showthread.php?t=18315
- specifically used the hsremove program several times.
Ran adaware several times.
Used the hijackthis software.
Also checked out the aboutbuster.
Pretty crazy.
I ended up doing some of my own removing of files that I didn't recognize in my process list (yes, I keep an eye on my processes and tend to notice when there is something unusual there).
Seems to be gone now.
Two restarts, one hard shut down, one entry into safe mode.
Back to normal. Approximately 55 minutes wasted.
Well, sort of.
Actually thanks to the man from Ottawa and the man from a little farther away for bringing some Jamaican Blue Mountain to ourselves.
We are very and very much appreciative.
Cheers to both of you; mine's black.
munin ~ Echoing the above, thank you both so very much. Safe trip back.
Mine's with a touch of cream and sugar.
We were sitting grabbing a bite and discussing our mutual need for new glasses.
I need new frames because my current ones are large-ish and dorky and her glasses have a tendency to let the lens pop out...
Anyways, Munin makes the following statement:
"[I] need kids frames because human frames don't fit my face."
It was then your honor that I started wearing my aluminum foil hat.
I can see not having numbers, but no words for specific colours?
"Great taste, less filling" and that's all we have to say about that. ;o)
Been on a biography and “chic” book kick the past few weeks. As much as I enjoy reading sci-fi/fantasy, and the occasional “war book” it’s good to be able to pick up a paperback that is different from my regular pile of reads.
Am currently enjoying “She’s Not There A Life in Two Genders.” a poignant, well-written look at the life of Jenny [James] Finney Boylan.
Previously devoured in the “girly section”
The Devil Wears Prada
Confessions of a Shopaholic
The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.
So does anyone have any biographies/”chic” reads they could suggest?
Here's one for Munin.
We didn't actually get to see it, but it's the spirit of the crowd's support that is the most touching.
We boggle, she boggles, he boggles, they boggle, you boggle, we're all nuts for boggle.
Caution. May contain trace of nuts. Highly addictive substance.
addiction found and nabbed from A Small Victory
It’s a Friday, it’s the thirteenth and it’s raining. Minus the deluge, the rest I consider to be good things. Friday, cause you know it’s Friday dude. The weekend just started and we get to kick back and relax for two days. Furthermore, considering the fact that I was convinced that today was undeniably a Wednesday, the fact that it is indeed a Friday makes it an even sweeter one. The number 13 is an all-around good number. Well, for me. Yes, I know, it’s odd. But I’m one of those strange ones who actually like the number thirteen. A good bakers dozen, how can you resist it, especially when they are fresh out of the oven and the butter melts filling the soft crevasses with yummy goodness.
So, happy Friday the thirteenth to y’all! Hope it’s a good one.
It's a sad day for those of us who enjoyed her personality and skills.
Never will we look at a propane torch again without remembering her.
Caution mild rant ahead.
The “company”* has restructured, opting for the structure of yore; no more flex time, breaks to be taken when needed with no congregating, lunch will be 45 minutes, no longer or shorter and is mandatory, and vacation will be taken along with the floor, which is to say that construction holiday is in effect for all. Needless to say that the “companies” employees are none too pleased. After having gone through layoffs, to then be told that there will be much restructuring, to waiting nervously as the weeks to pass for said restructuring to occur, they are a little bewildered and shell shocked. Though I do not work directly for said company*, I am just a small little cog in their monstrous machine, I still feel perplexed by this return to company management ala old school.
In my mind it’s a structure that has never really worked. It is one that removes all liberties from the employees and strips their ability to manoeuvre their work schedules around their lives; instead they are forced to ensure that their life schedule doesn’t interfere with work. It also does not make for an environment that is conducive to concept and engineering design. Most designers and engineers that I know usually will take vacation time just before burnout.
When pressed as to why they had to chosen to go the pre-teamster route, their manger had only this to offer.” It is easier for me to manage everyone’s schedules this way”. This is of course regardless of the fact that half the employees have three weeks or more vacation time per annum. As to when they can take that extra week, well anytime they please. So much for easy management…
I have had a song in my head for a little while.
It doesn't really make itself intrusive; it plays in the background and I really only notice it when I am doing some mundane task or other. At that point I slowly become conscious of what is going on.
At least it isn't an annoying song, at least by my current standards it isn't.
I tried getting it out of my head by playing it and listening to it, maybe that will work for a little while.
Thought I'd finish it off with what I'm watching.
Just started to watch the first season of 24. So far so good, interesting. Looking forward to seeing how it goes.
Other than that, it's pretty quiet since we aren't into the new seasons of any shows yet, and the Olympics aren't on yet.
Pretty quiet, luckily there is still some time to go in 24.
Thought since I mentioned my auditory habits I would list my reading material.
Actually oscillating between a few series right now.
David Weber - Honor Harrington.
Read the first 4.
Larry Niven - Ringworld, Ringworld Engineers (currently reading).
David Gemmell - The Damned.
Basically read one of the Honor Harrington books, switched to Ringworld, back to Honor, then over to the Damned, back to Honor, over again...
Not sure what happens when I finish the Honor books.
I tend to listen to things a lot and then cycle to something else as I get sick of whatever it was that I was listening to. Sort of compulsive and sort of not.
Right now I have been listening a lot to Dido, Avril Lavigne and the song 100 Years by Five for Fighting.
A little while ago it was primarily Sarah McLachlan and Shakira. Before that Norah Jones. It just sort of happens. In the past I've done the same with everything from Tori Amos to Rammstein to classical music.
Next song to play is Paul Oakenfold - Ready Steady Go which was used in an episode of Alias.
Have always thought about fencing and swordfighting. Who could read fantasy novels and not? Who could watch any version of the Three Musketeers (maybe not the Disney version) and not want to fence?
I came somewhat close in some ways having done a number of years worth of martial arts that included some minor use of swordwork.
I personally don't think I have the speed of reflexes that would be needed, but I could be wrong. Anyways, thought this little blurb from the CBC was amusing.
I feel like an amateur newscaster, describing the events that happened. Of course in my sleep-residue non-coffee currently imbibed state, I seem to think that they can predict the future. Odd.
Anyways, thought I'd mention the wonders of Montreal weather again.
Sunday, sunny day - approx 18-22C. Nice, but brought an umbrella and a light jacket just in case.
It started to rain. So far so good, that's to be expected on that day.
Then the rain started to really come down; the sound of it striking the awning was very, hard.
That's when we noticed, it was hailing - in August.
Crazy.
Have been a naughty fish of late, sitting in the background, slouched comfortably on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and leaving most of the daily posting to Hugin; dashing all his hopes of us returning to our usual blogging ratio. The reason for this lack of verbosity: truth be told, haven’t had much of an urge to post lately. Not much to say unless I am whinging about work, or kvetching about silly bosses who should know better. Aside from that I am enjoying the reading of Hugin’s post too much. But! I promise you by the end of this...erm.. next week, I should be back to my regular posting schedule. Think you can hold the fort till then love?
A few things have happened since last things happened, might as well mention them. My summation your honour.
Went to see the Bourne Supremacy; it was good... but, it should have been better. The story was fine, the action was enjoyable, but the camera work was overdone. It seemed to be all about the hand-held camera, and while it was interesting and brought a sense of movement to the movie, a sense of being a part of what was going on, it detracted from the action itself.
In the first movie we are treated to some good fight choreography and an excellent chase sequence. What was nice IMO was seeing the different moves and countermoves in the fight, watching the slick handling of the mini. I loved that, it was great; in the Supremacy, we know the fight is good and some good stuff is being used, we know that the car chase is very interesting and has some good work behind it, but we really don't get a good sense of it. Speaking as a viewer, I feel cheated by that; I want to see the skills that the stuntpeople have put into doing those sequences.
Still a good movie though.
Let's see, also watched Under the Tuscan Sun. An enjoyable movie, with serene pacing and a delightful water tap. The inclusion of the end romance was not necessary for the story to be complete and enjoyable, but was acceptable on the basis of the belief that you often receive when you do not look. Diane Lane was charming.
Watched As Good As it Gets. I had forgotten how messed up Jack Nicholson's character is in the movie. But I still love his reaction early on in the movie as we see him trying to remember what he has just said and how it has caused a reaction from Helen Hunt's character.
More later.
Have been feeling decidedly hippy the past few weeks and even though my hips have not spread from their oval’ish size, I can’t help but feel as if they are huge round things that demand attention as I walk down the street, up the stairs and weave down the hallway. They swish, they sashay, they flounce and when paired with a skirt or dress, well, they just get out of hand. Looking down at them they glare back up, and defiantly puff themselves to appear bigger then they are as if to say ‘Yeah babe, we be your hips, we are round, we’re happy and we love to prance about. What you going to about it? Eh?’
It’s weird when this happens. When a body part becomes the focal point of your attention and for some bizarre reason they take a on a personality of their own, appearing larger the life. It’s strange how when this happens you can’t help but stare at others people hips, or butts, or breasts, or hands, or feet: noting how theirs move; comparing; cataloguing; and debating if yours are ‘normal’ or if they are anomalous creatures that crept through the window one night and attached themselves to your body.
Need Realplayer for this, but oh boy is it worth it.
I wasn't going to post about it, but as it has turned out well I thought it wouldn't be a bad thing to do.
Benefits of a TV education.
On Sunday, it came to pass that the buoyant, cheerful, vibrant Oz Boy said goodbye to his twenties and joined the kvetchy 30 & something group. Gone are the sun dappled days of chasing young lithe 20 years olds [cough 19 year olds cough], the long hard nights of partying till dawn and the ability to bounce out of bed, awake, jubilant, wide eyed and bushy tailed after having partaken in such an event. As they say it’s all down hill from here. ;o) Welcome to the achy joints, stiff muscles , general malaise and “The Hangovers”. Of the things to look forward to, the inability to remember where they heck you put the house keys, definitely tops my list, especially when you finally realize that you are holding them in your hands…
Wishing you the happiest of birthdays dearest friend. Hoping that that the day was filled with all that your heart desired, that it was spent in the company of good friends, and those you loved were with you, even if only in thought. Many, many happy returns. May this year bring you much laughter, love and happiness, with the promise of many more to come.
Our biggest squishes, and love
belated birthday wishes once again
us.
[you remember the people who your forgot to stuff in your bags and schlep with you to Oz land!]
For those who worry about losing their photos if their memory card gets abused... this is good to know.
Happy 22 to you.
May it be a good one and may you have many more.
Well here we go, as we finally get the straight answer as to why people watch the Miss America pageant. It isn't for the talent show.
Too bad as it sounded rather amusing.
Doesn't matter though, I was never a fan of that pageant; I did watch the Miss Universe pageant along with my mother when I was younger though.