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| 2002/02/20 | |
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Tales from 33,000 Feet I had intended to do two things on the flight to Hong Kong
I had purchased a travel adapter the night before only to find that the G3 connector that came with it had a pin (the "male" part) that was too thick to fit in the slot (the "female" part) on the TIE Book. (Yeah, yeah, I know the nomenclature is usually TiPB or TiG4, but I like the idea of having two of them to slap together to make a TIE Fighter.) So... that means that all I've got is battery power on the flight. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to find one that will do the job for the trip back. If I'm luckier, I'll be able to return the one that I bought when I get back. As for the blogging in the air, I couldn't find a port on the phone to which I could connect the computer to actually get a connection going. That's a damned shame. I guess I'll just have to find a way to upload this post when I get to Hong Kong. In the meantime, for the sake of the in-air experience, I am currently writing this somewhere over Baffin Bay, between Canada and Greenland. I think this part is Nunavit, but I'm not sure since I never paid that much attention to geography this far north; it might be part of northern Quebec. I don't plan to edit this post at all between finishing it and when I got on the 'Net next. (At this point, I think I'll be jumping around a bit as I've had next to no sleep and, well, you get to read me as sleep deprivatIAN man.) One of the things I did last night was some algebra. I don't know why I mention it. It think it's because it's been such a long time since I've actually done any albegra that it tickles me when I find that I can. Admittedly, it was simple stuff. Someone online asked me how long the flight was to Hong Kong. I had no idea and didn't feel like looking it up. I didn' t know what the different in time zones was, either, so I calculated it:
The other thing I did was not sleep. Okay, I took an hour and a half nap, but that was it. This sems to be a trend for me. I don't think I've ever started a vacation fully refreshed. I figure it's because I'm a really inefficient packer, although, back in during the eight months of week-long client visits to Cleveland a year ago, I used to be able to be completely packed and ready to go in ten minutes. The shortage of sleep assures me of rather interesting travel. Perhaps it's better to say that it reall yassures me of a rather interesting perspective on travel. My original plan to take public transit to the airport got shot out the door when I remembered that I had to deal with all of the stupid little things I'd forgotten to do the night before, like wash all the dishes and totally change out the litter boxes adn so forth. Fourty-five minutes later than my planned departure time, I hopped out to catch the cab to the airport. Except the cabbie was outside my walkup with his hood up doing somehting to the engine. Now, beyond turnong on the car and driving it faster than I should, I know about jack-all about cars. I might be able to identify major parts, but what he was working on wasn't one of them. There were a lot of wires going into it and he kept on jiggling them. Figured it was something electrical because he couldn't even get the engine to try to turn. Once he jiggled it enough, though, that thing turned like a champ and we were on our way. On the way to the airport, I finally got around to canceling my SprintPCS service, after sitting on it for a few months while I was working on Voicestream. I'm not entirely pleased with Voicestream, mostly because reception actively sucks the donkey's balls in my apartment. Step outside and I get four bars of signal strength goodness, but God forbid I can get a consistent reading anywhere in my apartment, where it's been known to fluctuate between nothing and four bars, though usually closer to the one or two-bar range. In the cab still, my next call was to Voicestream to remove the restriction on my phone to make international calls. I discovered this when I tried to call Hong Kong. Well, that sucked because there some kind of international permissions thing that you have to request, but their processing unit is an 8/5 operation and needs a callback number. That does me little good since I need this thing set to even use my phone outside North America and I was about to hop on a flight within 2h of the call to Voicestream. Moreover, the nice lady (who was very patient with me) said that the unit could not call back an international number, so it means I can't even turn on international permissions outside the country, because my phone obviously wouldn't be able to receive the call. However, after I hung up, I realised that she was able to put me on hold and possibly call the processing unit, so on Monday, I'm going to try giving them a call internationally and ask to be put on hold while they put me in contact with someone at the processing unit and maybe I can get my phone hooked up so that I'm not without a stinking phone for the next three weeks. Got through check-in without incident. Fantastic. Got through the security checkpoint without incident. Great. Noticed that someone haad left their VAIO behind. Tough luck, bud. That made me think back to something that Doyce or Dave Hill had written about a sign at Denver International in the same script as the Dairy Farmers of America ads: got laptop? I then proceeded to make an ass of myself teasing one of the milspec guys about why they wear forest camo in an airport instead of urban camo or mode a la vending machine. Stopped by the duty free store to pick up some cologne because I'm almost out of the D+G Masculine that I bought in Toronto last March. I ended up picking up something of the Giorgio and Armani persuasion. I was approached by an older lady who wanted to buy a Clinique lip liner pen, but was only on a domestic flight and obviously didn't know how Dugy Free stores work. For some reason, I actually agreed to buy it for her, however unkosher that may be. It was all for naught, though, as Newark apparently has a very different modus operandi than any other Duty Free setup I've ever gone through. They take your purchase and deliver it to the gate when you board. Every other one I've been through has just let me take the purchase with me. So I bought a $12.50 lip liner pen that I couldn't pass off to this poorl lady who really wanted one to use then and there. Her flight left before mine so she couldn't even vulture around my gate to wiat for me to pick up my purchase. I'll have to see if anyone can use the pen since I have no need for it. The lady was nice enough to buy me lunch, though. By the by, two slices of plain cheese pizza off of a 12" pie at Newark were $4.98. Two slices of plain cheese pizza off of a 16" or 18" pie around the corner from my office is $3.50. That's a hell of a lot more pie for only 70% of the cost. Bleurgh. Later, I'm off by the gate talking to this guy who was connecting from somewhere else. We'd established that I was Canadian and I think he assumed that I was connecting, too. He says to me, lowering his voice lest others hear, "I heard these New Yorkers fold their pizzas in half to eat them." I thought to myself, "Hell, yeah! How else would you eat a pizza?" Then it occurred to me that no one else really eats pizzas this way. Before I moved to New York, I never folded my pizzas to eat them. Why is it such a New York thing to do? Crust thickness. It's all about crust thickness. The most common slices in New York are all thin crust, whereas pretty much anywhere else I've had pizza, it's been a thick crust. Hell, back in Ithaca, I used to buy my pizzas "double dough" from Rogan's. So there you have it. New Yorkers fold their pizzas in half because of thin crusts. I figure this would probably hold true anywhere else where thin crusts are common. I was selected at the gate for a ransom search, which meant that I was mildly groped by a large Black man, all the while making smart-assed remarks about how the beeping near my crotch was from my big brass balls. Sometime, after I've had some sleep and come back to read this, I'll probably smack my face with the palm of my hand and count my lucky stars for having made it through all of this stuff without being detained or questioned. I flew on one of the new 777-200's which has a video monitor at each seat, allowing passengers to view whatever they wanted. The in-flight movie offerings worth mentioning, at least westbound to Hong Kong, are "Serendipity" (John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, Jeremy Piven, Molly Shannon, Eugene Levy) and "Bandits" (Bruce Willis, Billy Bob Thornton, Cate Blanchett). I really liked both of these movies for totally different reasons. I liked "Bandits" a lot because it was an interesting twist to the sort of formulaic crap that Hollywood insists on churning out. "Serendipity" was a romantic comedy that I rather enjoyed, based on the premise, and thought it was a lot of fun. Now, I don't know if that means that I actually like romantic comedies and just never watched them before, but I don't think that's the case. After all, I ha dno like for that film with Chris O'Donnell adn Drew Barrymore with "Mad" in the title or "Only You" with Marisa Tomei. I've noticed that a couple of other guys have quietly admitted that they like "Serendipity in the past as well. Here's my hypothesis: "Serendipity" is Indiana Jones with the Ark replaced by a girlfriend. Think about it. The movie isa bout this guy who's on a quest to find clues to where he can find this girl. He and his trusty, wisecracking sidekick travel all over Manhattan and across the country and back, trying to find her. The movie was mostly about these two guys on their adventure to find teh Holy Girlfriend. It wasn't about relaationshiops and agonizing over this and that, it was Guys Go Hunting. Side Note: My one degree of separation from this film is that I sat in Kate Beckinsale's seat at Serendipity 3 (a fantastic dessert place, I might add) in the scene where Molly Shannon's character is trying ot tell Kate Beckinsale's character that she's crazy. It's also the scene wehere she picks up the fiver with John Cusack's character's name and number on it. Interesting... it wasn't on the viewing guide, but apparently they're airing TRON, too. Kick ass. That being said, this is all for now, 33,000 feet up in the air. I'll write again when I'm back on the ground. | |
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Ahem Well, after a couple of days of trying to figure out a way to patch my computers into my cousin's broadband connection here in Hong Kong, I gave up. There's nothing here that would allow me to create a LAN, I had trouble getting components to convert 220V to 110V, and the broadband service uses PPPoE and no one seems to know the password. So... whatever I've written so far, I'll transcribe. | |
| 2002/02/15 | |
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Friday Five Someday, I might be good enough for Blogger Insider, but for now, you'll have to settle for the Friday Five: 1. What was the first thing you ever cooked? The simplest thing to make, ever, has got to be scrambled eggs. Break a couple of white things, beat them, and they turn out yellow. Toss in hot pan. Warm moist eggy goodness. Do too many of them and you get the runs. 2. What's your signature dish? A lazy shrimp scampi or steamed live fish. The first dish started off with a much more complex recipe involving white wine and chopped tomatoes and a roommate in college, but since then it's been reduced to 1) chop up an assload of garlic, 2) peel shrimp, 3) drop half a stick of butter in pan, 4) sautee until its happy, 5) serve over angel hair pasta. If I'm feeling adventurous, I'll kick it up a notch with a random assortment of spices that may include crushed red pepper, freshly ground black pepper, oregano, or Victoria Adams. The latter dish is best done with a live fish, scaled and gutted, with chopped ginger. It is steamed, then doused in soy with chopped scallions. Lastly, dribble over it some hot oil, usually peanut. It's fish at it's sweetest and most natural, short of eating it as sushi. Of course, if you can't stand to see the face of your food when you eat it... 3. Ever had a cooking disaster? (tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe. I can honestly say that the time I tried to do conch was bad. New ingredient, no recipe. I was just winging it. Ended up with a foul tasting mess of shellfish that was overcooked and rubbery. Tossed that one pretty quick. Damned shame about the wasted pasta, though. It was the last that I had at that time so I had to do something else for dinner. I think I ended up ordering a megaslice from Benny Tudino's. 4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal? I'll be damned happy if I could churn out the meal I had at Nobu Next Door last summer. That's the kind of meal that leaves you feeling penniless, but somehow changed forever at the same time. Go for the omakase and splurge on the most exotic one. 5. What are you doing this weekend? This weekend, I'll be flying to Hong Kong, SAR China. I leave just after noon on Saturday and won't arrive until early evening on Sunday. Exciting, eh? That being said, I think I need to run out to the CompUSA to pick up a game for my laptop to amuse myself on the flight. 6. What was your most bizarre meal? Day before I left for home after my first semester Freshman Year of college. The dorms shut off their electricity over the Winter Break, which was 4-5 weeks long to conserve energy, so we were instructed to clear all of our mini-fridges or risk coming back to a very smelly mess. My suitemate, Henry, and I decided we'd try to eat our way out of as much of the food as possible.
That's not all, but that's all I can remember for now. I'll add on more later when it comes back to me. All told, the meal took us about 8 hours and a lot of episodes of Robotech. | |
| 2002/02/14 | |
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But... Before the jiggly dancing... I was seriously pissed off this evening, in large part that things always seem to blow up at this one particular client that I work for. I was supposed to go in for a final appointment for my new contact lenses this evening but had to cancel because there was a serious mishap at the client. Ended up staying there until past 9 p.m., which means all those errands I was going to run tonight before going on my trip will have to be squeezed in sometime tomorrow, in between all the R&D work that I have to do because I had to spend so much time today dealing with this client. Nothing like being rushed and stressed to hell before going away. So my appointment at the optometrist had to be rescheduled... for mid-March. How fucking great is that? Some days, you wonder why you even bothered getting born. | |
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Kick Ass! I'm doing that I'm dancing for no good reason because she's happily married and could never be mine anyway thing, but Catriona LeMay Doan won Canada's first gold at the Winter Games. Fell in love with her back in Nagano, but alas, it's unrequited. It's a shame she'll be retiring after another year on the circuit. Looks like things are turning up for Canadian medaling. Wotherspoon should be racing the 1000m on Sunday after an upsetting fall in the 500m earlier in the week. | |
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Happy Valentine's Day Story of my life:  Courtesy of Bazima, who is the love of my life and doesn't know I exist. ;) | |
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So you thought you could cast a spell... I've always been amazed at the groups that challenge D&D and Harry Potter as books that would teach children how to cast spells and consort with demons and other such crap. So here's a guy that put it to empirical testing. Courtesy of Dazz. | |
| 2002/02/13 | |
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Boeing once, Boeing twice. Sold! Anyone want to buy an airplane? Slightly used. I think that 747 would look great in the yard. Redo the interior to be the Mack Daddy pad. It'd blow all the other kids' treehouses away, especially after you turn on the turbines. Thanks to Dazz for the AirplaneHome link. | |
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Feeling better Sleep does wonders to reset yourself. This morning, I played with my cats before going to work. That made me happy. So did finding my Robin Wood deck. So who's ready for a rousing regular Thursday tomorrow? | |
| 2002/02/12 | |
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"I may be French-Canadian but there was no tongue in that kiss on the ice." David Pelletier Okay, this made me feel a little better: I can't explain it, but the whole Pairs Figure Skating thing really had me pissed off, and a little depressed, given all the other stuff happening, but Jay Leno putting Pelletier and Sale on his show tonight really made me feel better. The support that the Americans have given the Canadians on that event has been absolutely fantastic. Thanks. I don't know who that's supposed to go to, but thanks. | |
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A few things to say I see I've been a little lax about posting in recent days. I'm not going to promise that it's going to get better because, truth be told, beyond this week it'll likely get worse before it gets better again. Or maybe a bit of better-worse-better, or worse-better-better, or better-better-worse, or I-can't-believe-it's-not-better. To Hell with it. Here's what's going on: • Ken Lay is an ass. Screw the hearings. Let his people and his shareholders get a day for a participatory public flogging. Sell of one of his mansions to pay for their flights in. • The judging in the Pairs Figure Skating competition was patently horrible. Kudos to the skating team for being as noble as they have been in the face of it all and all the inane questioning that seems to be there just to goad them into being bitter and angry. I don't know if any kind of inquiry will make things better or if anything will actually change. This was one of those cases where I really wish my cynicism hadn't been proven to be correct. It's like the Bourne-Kratz Ice Dancing silver medal back in Nagano 1998. • I have a vacation coming up and I can't believe how stressed I am about it. I have so many things that I need to wrap up and pass off to others before I can go on this vacation in peace. Where am I going? Hong Kong, with a four day side trip to Beijing. I'm going there in the mass family gathering to join Grandmother for her 85th birthday (26 February, wish her long life) and for my cousin's wedding on 2 March. Somewhere in there, I wonder if anyone will remember my birthday on the 24th. The plan was to go for two weeks, returning on 3 March. Unfortunately, that's changed with the next item. • This is a close tie with something else, which I won't go into, for the most stressful thing that's happening to me at the moment. I had been bugging the powers that be to renew my work visa for six months now, possibly more, and ultimately, it has come down to action within the last month of my current visa. Even expedited, the paperwork won't reach the INS until Friday. The official turnaround is fifteen business days, but the attorney thinks that ten days is more typical. That means that 4 March would be the earliest that they expect to be able to get the approval paperwork for the extension back from the INS. It would take another three days to get the I-94 departure record that I would need to re-enter the country. It would take another two days to FedEx the I-94 to me. So now, instead of going for two weeks, I'm looking at three, in the best of conditions. That means I lose a week of work and it's going to be even harder to meet my quota for billable hours this quarter, which means I'll really have to bust ass in March. Moreover, it's going to be really interesting to see what ends up piling in terms of mail and bills and crap, plus the additional days of pet sitting that I'll have to pay for to have the cats tended. • Given the above, I had to suck it up and accept the fact that there's no way I could afford to go to AmberCon US, both in money and time, now. I'm really glad that, with prior arrangements, my friend J. P. won't be left completely in a lurch, though it does mean he'll have to GM the game we were going to run on his own. It'll also mean I'll miss out on seeing all of my friends there. I hope that most of them will be able to attend AmberCon North in September. • And I've got an annoying head cold. • And laundry that needs doing. • And dry cleaning that I hope to be able to get back before I leave. • And I can't find my Robin Wood deck. • But I got a kickass set of rolls for Abilities for a possible new D&D3 character (18 18 16 15 14 14). Okay, that wasn't really enough to offset the rest of it. I think it's time to call Mom. | |
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Mary Mother of God, make it stop! If definitely decided what my next haircut won't be. Courtesy of Eric, on the other side of my cube wall. | |
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Barry White is THE MAN But... can he really make sharks feel sexy? Courtesy of Mata. | |
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Happy Chinese New Year!  Happy New Year of the Black Horse!Gung hei fat choy! Gung hei sun tai geen hong! | |
| 2002/02/08 | |
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Be my valentine Nothing says "I love you" like wiping your ass with good wishes. | |
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MT Promises Haven't had a chance to work much on the MT stuff lately, but hacked at it a bit today. I'm still getting the same stupid ARRAY error, but in the support thread I started over on movabletype.org, it appears that I now have a fellow user with the same problem. Misery loves company. | |
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It's good for you and a tasty way to do it They have free oatmeal here in the office, alongside the free Starbucks and stuff. This makes me very happy for my almost-daily dose of apples and cinnamon or maple brown sugar oatmeal. Somewhere in there, my heart might be thanking me too. | |
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You can definitely tell when I'm in the office Biases in science? No, I don't think they exist. On the other hand... Courtesy of Lisa. | |
| 2002/02/06 | |
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All about the piggy, part 3 Who'd have known that today was going to have so much pork? Good thing I'm not observing kosher. The first I saw of her was on the street on the way home from work. She was about my height with the heels of her boots, so, maybe 5'6" or 5'7" barefoot. She had wonderfully dark brown hair, worn straight with just a hint of curl where they fall around her shoulders. She had a fair complexion that contrasted very well with her hair and large brown eyes. Her lips were slightly pouty with subtle application of lipstick. It was cold, so she was wearing a sleek winter coat that, despite it being outerwear, managed to reveal that she had a slender figure. She was dressed in a smart business suit with thick heeled boots and walked with an air of confidence and self-assuredness. The expression on her face was smart, but with the possibility of being a little naughty. In short, she was Miss Right. But she was walking in the other direction and I had a bus to catch. Later in the commute, I stopped by a Chinese/Thai/Japanese takeout place near my apartment for dinner. Right be hind me came a Malaysian Chinese woman who was also very cute. Dressed in businesswear and a fur-trimmed (faux?) winter coat, she had just returned from work somewhere just past Newark. I could tell all this just by looking at her. Actually, we struck up a conversation and it went pretty well. I thought it did, anyway. Touched on a lot of things: traffic, work, dim sum. All in all, it went pretty well. We had a decent amount of time since our food took awhile. When it was done, though, I picked up my food and went home. Now, even for the casual observer, I can hear the question now, "Wait, wasn't there supposed to be an 'I got her number and will call her soon to go out for dinner?' or something?" Sure, there would have been... if I'd done it. After all that cool interaction, and I'm sure some expectation on her part that I would ask, I just got my stuff, said a few more words, and left. And that's why I'm not getting married any time soon. Muy, if you're reading this, this is why you shouldn't bother waiting for me. That wine's gonna taste really good by the time Ken and I get to it... | |
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So pissed The Girl just knocked over a glass that had two porcelain soup spoons in it, breaking everything. I'm so pissed off at the moment, as much for the loss of the soup spoons (2/3 of my full complement, which now numbers 1) as I am for having to clean it up out of carpeting (I suspect they fell on the baseboard heater and broke, then fell on the carpet). But I now have a suitably wet looking cat... ... which somehow still looks adorable. I hate her. | |
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A well aged bottle of wine Not long after graduating from university in 1997, I chipped in with my friend Ken to buy a bottle wine with the intention to let it age until the last of us got married. Ken, who lives in the Bay Area, picked up a bottle of 1995 Girgich Hills Cabernet Sauvignon when he went on a winery tour in Napa Valley. The original deal was that we would uncork it when the last of us got married, but more recently we've been toying with the idea of popping it open for when the first of us gets married. Not sure I like that idea. I figure, if one of us doesn't at all, then the inheritor would get to pop the cork in honour of the other. | |
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All about the piggy, part 2 I think I'm alone now. Doesn't seem to be Anyone around. I think I'm alone now. So now's the time to whip Out the wang to pound. Courtesy of Blather. | |
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All about the piggy Anyone want to jump in with me for the Anna K Photo Shoot Sweepstakes? I need three "friends" email addresses for the entry (though you don't have to go, necessarily). All I need are three email addresses. I'm half inclined to just create three bogus addresses to save others from potential spam. Mmmm... Anna K... | |
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Giftmas, Revisited Have you ever been surprised at how little gestures can have gargantuan effects? There really isn't that much that I want when it comes to Christmas or birthdays. As odd as it would have seemed to me ten years ago, I would rather spend time with friends and family, than get a thing. I'd even go so far as to say that I'd be happy with a phone call. Does that make me old? I don't know. It just suits my sensibilities. That having been said, I'll make a Christmas list anyway, mostly just to be a smartass. I tend to stretch for things and don't know what I generally want. So, for Christmas, I got some stuff. Some of it was useful, some of it was cool sentimental stuff, some of it has become a great toy for the cats. This morning, though, I realized which was my favourite gift of the year. It wasn't big or expensive or really hard to get. It was a little maple leaf pin, made from a piece of the roof of the Parliament Buildings, which had recently been renovated. It cost maybe $5, tops, given to me at the airport while I waited for my flight home on Boxing Day. That's a blue $5 note with Sir Wilfrid Laurier on the front and a kingfisher on the back. It'd be worth approximate a George Washington and a Thomas Jefferson in US currency. (Scratching your head about the Thomas Jefferson? It's a $2 note.) The pin is copper, green-encrusted from reactions to the exposure to air. It sits snugly on the left lapel of my wool long coat, which I hadn't really worn since I went home to Canada due to the unseasonably warm weather in New York. I saw it this morning when I looked in my bathroom mirror and felt... good. I don't know how to explain it really. It's hard to put into words. I just felt good and comforted, like things were just right. They aren't, but at the time, everything seemed to just fit. There wasn't any earth-shaking epiphany or life-altering realization, but for one brief moment in time, it made me feel fantastic. That is my favourite gift. | |
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All play and no work I wish that were the case, but more often than not, it's the other way around. I had my Quarterly Review on Monday, which didn't go as well or as badly as I had hoped. The one major issue that came up was my time management skills. Admittedly, they were spot on about the problem. I just don't know how to deal with it. Trying to figure out how to keep better focus on things and stay on top of my tasks. Of course, posting to the blog is not something that appears on my tasks lists but seems to get done anyway. Yesterday, minus the time I spent at the P. R. Chinese Consulate applying for a visitors' visa, was spent at a trade show geared toward legal professionals, LegalTech. It was a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be and I was surprised by how many people I knew or had spoken to before in my interactions with vendors. It was cool, but I don't think I'd ever want to spend a full day doing it again. Fortunately, my firm doesn't maintain a booth at these shows, so I'd never be on booth duty. I surprised myself at how much schmoozing I did. Keep this up and I might become a politician. | |
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Urinating in Inappropriate Places Update The Girl seems to be doing a lot better. I've been getting a lot better and squirting the pink meds into her mouth. She seems more playful now. I hadn't noticed until this morning, but she hadn't been playing with the little mouse toys in awhile, and that was her favourite pastime before. This morning, she threw a fit on my bedroom floor with one of the toys. Made me happy while I was dressing for work. Also, I started The Girl on some Science Diet s/d yesterday. This was supposed to resolve a second problem that the vets found in the uranalysis. It appears that she has crystals in her urine or something like that and the food is supposed to resolve that. I had an easy time getting her to eat out of the bowl of s/d. I had a really annoying time trying to keep The Boy out of the bowl. I'd emptied nearly two entire sport bottles of water on his head before I gave up. When I went to bed, the bowl was still mostly full with a half-half mix of s/d and the regular food, minus whatever the girl had eaten. This morning, it was practically empty. The other bowl, with the regular food only, was still full. Do they make the s/d somehow more appealing or something? | |
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Still nothing For those of you following the MovableType saga, it still doesn't work. Mind you, I haven't put too much effort into it since the beginning of the weekend, but I might go back to it tonight if I feel awake enough to do it. I'm stumped. I'm not sure if it's an ASCII text thing or not, but short of doing the install somewhere else or upgrading PERL, I don't know what else I can do. | |
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Enron Explained This is probably the most easily digested explanation of the Enron mess that I've come across yet. Besides, it features cows. Normal Capitalism: You have two cows and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income. Courtesy of Mike Georgopoulos. | |
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Things that make you go hmmm... Isn't it neat how you can tell when I'm in the office by the frequency at which I post? | |
| 2002/02/05 | |
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C'mere, Baby, get in mah belly! People who let their cats get this fat had best be disallowed from caring for their parents as they get older lest they need a forklift to lever them out of bed. Courtesy of Xkot. | |
| 2002/02/03 | |
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How do you spend your money? 25" flatscreen television: $300 Cable: $60 Pizza: $9 Pop: $2 30 seconds of ad time during the Superbowl: $1.5 million Seeing Kevin Bacon play the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon on national television for VISA Checkcard: priceless | |
| 2002/02/01 | |
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Run away! Run away! TIM: There he is! ARTHUR: Where? TIM: There! ARTHUR: What, behind the rabbit? TIM: It is the rabbit! ARTHUR: You silly sod! You got us all worked up! TIM: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit. That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on. ROBIN: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared! TIM: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide, it's a killer! GALAHAD: Get stuffed!!! TIM: It'll do you up a treat, mate! GALAHAD: Oh yeah?? ROBIN: You mangy Scot's git! TIM: I'm warning you! ROBIN: What's he do, nibble your bum? TIM: He's got huge, sharp-- he can leap about-- look at the bones! ARTHUR: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off! BORS: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up! TIM: Look! BORS: Aaaugh! ARTHUR: Jesus Christ! TIM: I warned you! ROBIN: I done it again! TIM: I warned you! But did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same, I always-- ARTHUR: Oh, shut up! Buy yours today: http://www.trollandtoad.com/products/category.php?dname=toys&cid=671 Courtesy of Dazz. | |
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Yeah, but how do you put a turban on a sock puppet? The White House is buying ad space during the Superbowl. I understand that the Superbowl has been traditionally viewed as the best place to start an ad campaign in the US, due to the high visibility, but I don't see the wisdom in the government spending $1.6 million per spot to start a campaign to tell us that purchases of illegal drugs may be filling the coffers of terrorist organizations. Out of curiosity, if Bush and Cheney go down for some kind of collusion with this whole Enron mess, what happens? Does the Speaker of the House become President for the remainder of the term? Is a new election called immediately? | |
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Car wrecks. Damn those car wrecks. You know what I'm talking about. Horrible scenes of mangled things and tragedy expressed smoke, blood, and oil. The kind of scenes where, no matter how much you want to look away, you can't. I give you, A Bad Teen Novel. | |
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It's nice to see that partisan politics are back in full force. It's nice to see that the government is a lying cheating organization that blusters when caught with its pants down. That seems normal, for better or for worse. Now, what's new and refreshing is some of the language: Anticipating a court battle, Bush said Tuesday, "Bring it on."Now that the GAO is filing suit, I wonder how long it's going to take before we can hear Bush say, "Talk to the hand." Now, that would be a keeper sound bite. Courtesy of quiddity. | |
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Gonna get deported If I see anyone wearing these, I-ma gonna kicka their ass! Why don'tcha just get the flag tattooed t'yer forehead? Courtesy of quiddity. | |
