You are most like Kate who was struck with an …

February 28, 2002 at 3:11 pm (General)

You are most like Kate who was struck with an axe!

Created by Thren.
Which Gashlycrumb Tiny are you?

Once again, thanks to Dave for this link. I once knew someone who had the Ed Gorey alphabet poster on her bathroom wall. It saved me from having to bring any extra reading material with me whenever I went.


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Become a registered patriot!

February 27, 2002 at 8:49 pm (General)

Become a registered patriot!
Remember kids, if you’re not with us, than you’re against us, ya damn terrorist. Any voice of dissent in regard to the bombing of Iraq, and any other unlawful bombings that we carry out, will be considered treason. Click on the photo to show your colours, by registering yourself as a true ‘Merican! Death to the heathens. (Or, at least, anyone who ain’t a white christian.)

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Agnosticism rocks!

February 27, 2002 at 2:50 pm (General)

Came across this little test, as to beliefs in god (thanks Dave!). Been awarded the TPM Medal of Distinction, taking 1 hit and biting one bullet. Jeez, I should have been at the Scopes monkey trial.
You know, the law might have changed, but in Tennessee, until recently, it was unlawful to teach evolutionary theory in school. Scary.

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Oooh, a package!

February 26, 2002 at 3:21 pm (Climbing)

Oooh, a package!
God, but I do love Mountain Equipment Co-op. Just finished taking my bath this morning, sitting around in my birthday suit, drinking the last of my coffee, when there’s a knock on the door. This is about 8 in the morning, and me being nekkid, I wasn’t about to answer.
Once the person knocked a second time, grabbed my house-coat and run down stairs to answer the door. Sure enough, there’s this box for me from MEC. Inside, a brand new rope and some rain pants. Okay, nothing spectacular, but I ordered these products on Friday over the internet. What’s fun about MEC is that you don’t pay provincial sales tax, nor do you pay for shipping. Sweet. And, as an extra bonus, you’re buying mostly Canuckian, with part of the profits going back to finance environmental cleanups.

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February 25, 2002 at 5:37 pm (Food)

I don’t know why I remember this, but I did. Several years ago, I was at Milano’s on St-Laurent, a few days before New Year’s Eve. I was there with my mother, who wanted to pick up some ingredients to make tiramisu. Unsure of what to buy, we were browsing mindlessly. Naturally, this being the Christmas holidays, the store was packed. Finally, I went up to a clerk and asked a few questions. I pretty much got the brush-off. Then, I mentioned that I was shopping with my mom and that the help was really for her. My god, you could almost have heard a pin drop. Everything just stopped, the clerk running off to get someone more important. Hell, here was a young man (back then) shopping with his mother. The assistant manager comes out, and pretty much gave us first-class service. That was sweet.

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February 21, 2002 at 8:05 pm (Work)

I’ve spent the past two days indexing a user manual, using M$ Word. I’m ready to stick dirty pins in my eyes, in only because it would be a change from the monotony.

Ha ha
I never like to talk about money, and even less talk about salaries. I know I make no where near what some developers and project managers make here, and I really don’t want to know. Unfortunately, a product manager hit his “Reply to all” option in response to an email asking employees what they wanted to do with their bonuses. So, everyone make some quick calculations and guesses, and now I realise that I really don’t even come close. Sigh.

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I’m losing patience with my neighbours, Mr Bush

February 21, 2002 at 5:33 pm (General)

Finally, a “valid” excuse to attack my neighbours.

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A bit of very interesting trivia… February 20…

February 19, 2002 at 3:04 pm (General)

February 20 this year will be a historic moment in time.
It will not be marked by the chiming of any clocks or the ringing of bells, but at that precise time, on that specific date, something will happen which has not occurred for 1,001 years, and will never happen again.
As the clock ticks over from 8.01pm on Wednesday, February 20, time will, for sixty seconds only, read in perfect symmetry 2002, 2002,2002.
This historic event will never have the same poignancy as the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, which marks Armistice Day, but it is an event, which has only ever happened once before, and is something which will never be repeated.
The last occasion that time read in such a symmetrical pattern was long before the days of the digital watch and the 24-hour clock at 10.01am on January 10, 1001.
And because the clock only goes up to 23.59, it is something that will never happen again.

Non sequitar
Going through my library this morning, looking for music to listen to at work, I settled on that old stoner standby, Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon. (Oy, if my brain cells could still talk, they would recount everything about those long-ago, self-destructive days, with this album as the soundtrack of my descent.)

Anyhow, popped the album into the computer when I got to work, and then started reading my e-mails. One message stood out, that of the VP, who told us that we are, in fact, receiving our bonuses this year. Oh, happy day.

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Damn, why don’t I look this cool?

February 18, 2002 at 7:03 pm (General)

Damn, why don’t I look this cool?

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A quiet weekend

February 18, 2002 at 3:26 pm (General)

Well, my SO is gone for the week. Funny how, in the first few years after moving in together, you look forward to those times when you’ll have the place to yourself, if only for a couple of days. Now, I just sit around, trying to get up the energy to go wild and do the things I’ve missed doing but haven’t ’cause it might disturb the peace. Instead, this weekend, I simply cleaned the appartment and did a few loads of laundry. Watched the Olympics, nice to see that our Canadians are holding true to tradition and coming in just out of the medals.
Last night, had some friends over. Made a leg of lamb. To make, prepare a marinade of olive oil, Dijon mustard, lemon juice, rosemary, a pinch of mint, and a teaspoon of honey. Rub onto a de-boned leg and let marinate for several hours. Sear at 400F for 15 minutes, and then cook for about 30 minutes at 350F.
Served with roasted potatoes with garlic and rosemary. To prepare, boil cube red potatoes for about 5 minutes and drain. In a bowl, mix together a red pepper, a green pepper, about 20 bite-sized mushrooms, and two, yes two, heads of garlic. Add the drained potatoes, a tablespoon of rosemary and about a half cup of olive oil. Broil for 5 minutes, stir and broil for another 5 minutes. Douse with balsamic vinegar and serve. We had a really good Australian Pinot Noir (and doesn’t that sound like a redundancy?). God, I love food.
Earlier in the day, I brewed a dubbel, which should be ready in about two months. A dubbel is a trappist ale, usually about 7 percent alcohol. Somewhat spicy and estery, and a real boot to the head if you’re not paying attention and indulge too much.
Slowly getting ready to leave for Red Rocks, Nevada, in mid-March. Gonna spend a little over a week climbing in the high desert air.

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