An honest to God beaver shot on every page!
| 2002/10/31 | |
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That fleeting moment between asleep and awake There are pipe dreams and reality, and sometimes you can't tell the difference. | |
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Poetic Justice Sometimes it isn't so poetic. While going through old email in my Inbox today, I came across this, sent to me by a friend: The Pampered Prisoner: Steve Bugden For a frame of reference, this is the man that raped and killed a high school friend of mine back on 14 March 1997. Her name is Angela Tong and she really does deserve a page of her own. I'm going to say that she deserves it more than Bugden because, quite frankly, I haven't yet been able to find a way to forgive him for what he'd done, yet. So, to try to balance out a few of the inequities that the Internet makes easy to propagate, here are a few sites that I found related to my friend. Unfortunately, mostly in memorial: A Tribute to Angela Tong by Kristine Kruszer Thoughts on Angela Tong's Vigil by Kathleen Nicholson Carleton University Bursaries, where the Angela Tong Memorial Award is mentioned toward the very bottom. Something more really needs to be said. If anyone reads this who knew Angela, please email me. I'm looking for photos, stories, anything. Angela, you're missed. | |
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Which Marvel superhero are you?  Which Marvel superhero are you?  Which Marvel superheroine are you? Courtesy of *** Dave. | |
| 2002/10/24 | |
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A Smattering of Links The coolest 404 (file not found) page ever, courtesy of #!/usr/bin/girl. For Jasia, a page about a woman that became a superspy, also courtesy of #!/usr/bin/girl. Some quotes from a St. Paul, MN, clinic that treats STDs, courtesy of Stacy Graham, by way of Xkot. | |
| 2002/10/18 | |
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"Houses in Motion" (WWDN) Wil has a rather touching recounting of a trip to his aunt's house one year after her death. I don't know any of the players personally, but the guy can definitely turn a few words. Seeing as how I'm starting to reach that age where my relatives are getting on in years, I'm not looking forward to making my own trips to Aunt Val's or anything like it. But we can't live forever. | |
| 2002/10/17 | |
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Switcher Check out some of the Apple Switcher ads from Japan. Amusing in that I-have-no-idea-what-they're-saying-but-the-body-language-is-fun kind of way. Courtesy of Xkot. | |
| 2002/10/16 | |
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 What's Your Personality Type? Brought to you by Quizilla How I ended up with this, I don't know. Go figure. Courtesy of Dazz. | |
| 2002/10/10 | |
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Fireworks My friend, Bridgette, sent me this fun little site simulating fireworks. It's cute. A little like Missle Command without the incoming missiles. | |
| 2002/10/09 | |
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Fucking Hell I've received the same spam message (with slight variances in the headers, of course) five times during the work day alone... and it's only 2 p.m.! | |
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Labour Day Weekend The pictures (and bleary-headed story) about my Labour Day Weekend in the Bay Area and backpacking in Yosemite/Inyo are online. Now, I just have to take care of Hong Kong... | |
| 2002/10/07 | |
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The People in your Neighbourhood I was out sick from work today, but had to go to the grocery store for some lemon and honey to make some tea -- I picked up a head cold on Thursday which is so predictable in that it always leads to the post-head cold sore throat for me. On my way to the store and back, in the middle of a weekday in Hoboken, I found myself in a really weird "these are the people in your neighbourhood" moment. I work in Manhattan, which means that I leave in the morning and come home in the evening. Given my hours, I tend to come back after 7, often after 8, and usually sleep up until I have to go to work in the mornings. I discovered that I miss out on a lot of the culture that is around here. Today, I actually talked to a butcher and a couple of people in bakeries and delis, all places that are normally closed by the time I get back from work. So I've got some fresh hot Italian sausage that I think I'll fold into a pasta dinner tonight, and I've got some great bread and mortadella for lunch tomorrow. Sweet. Oh, and the lemon-honey tea was quite soothing. | |
| 2002/10/02 | |
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In the cards What's in your wallet? In mine, I have this idea that I want to try, but I'm not sure how to do it. In it, I see revamping the layout of this site, but the problem is balancing what the artistic vision in my head wants and what I can actually pull off given the limitations of HTML (and associated scripting, etc) and my ability to rassle it into some semblence of an orderly herd. This here site, she's a bunch of cats. My first thoughts were to go art deco. I really liked the visuals and it would have been interesting to have something that looked like the steel latticework of a building up the right side and some industrial smokestacks on the left with steel beams and panes of glass being raised up the middle, but the thought of trying to partition out that table just made my head spin. Not to mention that I'd have to find a way to make something look like steel beams and smokestacks. So I'm looking for other things. Something similar to the visual look of Cider Jack or the old Metrowerks' Codewarrior box designs, maybe. Or maybe something themed over Kitchen Stadium. Now there's an idea... Ultimately, though, it comes down to the fact that I don't have a lot of time. I don't know where people can find time to post to their blogs all day, especially with the kind of depth and consideration that you might find at ***Dave's blog. I find that some days, I'm just too busy to think, and others, I'm too bored to do the same. It's a little frustrating because I had really wanted to use this blog to write more, to explore those thoughts, ideas, and opinions (many half-formed) that float around my head. In short, I think I'm just hurting for more artistic outlets to express my creativity. That's not something I can necessarily get at work, since it's a different brand of creativity there, lodged in problem solving. Yeah, part of me cries for my little Muse to come back and remind me that there was a time when "art" wasn't how I arranged numbers on a page or the way I twitch my fingers to make electricity flow and make a thin, constrained membrane sing. But I want to hold onto this little demon I have trapped in a bottle that helps me do the black magic, too. On second thought, maybe I'd be better off just getting some sleep. | |
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Oh, baby... This is going on my Christmas list: the best briefcase ever Courtesy of Xkot. | |
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So, I met this girl tonight... =) | |
