Monthly Archives: April 2005

Even more reasons to hate that Canadian Tire guy. I’m deeply pleased to see I’m not the only person who dislikes him so much. Deeply, deeply pleased. PS: Definitely not work-safe, or for those with sensitive eyes and brains.

One of the best things about not having a blog anymore, and not really paying attention to blogs that aren’t jwz and USS Mariner, is that I have no idea what’s going on in the world. It’s very liberating — … Continue reading →

RJ45 jack on Lappy broken. That’s bad. But it’s under warranty, so Dell will fix it. That’s good. It has to go to Newmarket, Ontario. That’s bad. But Dell will pick up all the costs associated with shipping! That’s good. … Continue reading →

Evolution of Ichiro: The fourth version of the Ichiro Suzuki bobblehead doll was unveiled to its living likeness last night, and the Mariners’ star right fielder was none too impressed. Striking a pose with his cap doffed, the new bobblehead … Continue reading →

Thieves removing gas from vehicles: Police are warning motorists to lock up their gas tanks. The recent boost in gas prices, now over $1 a litre at many Greater Victoria gas stations, has prompted thieves to target unwary car owners … Continue reading →

So as a temporizing measure to solve my network connectivity problems at home (the Lappy will, as expected, have to go into the depot in Newmarket, fucking Ontario, for servicing — more later), I went out this afternoon and bought … Continue reading →

I’d really like it if we could get to a form of civic discourse where the reasonable — and perfectly understandable — response to someone’s idiotic blathering were not simply to say, “Fuck you,” and walk away. Whether that would … Continue reading →

3F04. Fiction. 1995. It looked like this: Kirk Van Houten: Er, I, for one, would like to see the cafeteria menus in advance, so parents can adjust their dinner menus accordingly. I don’t like the idea of Milhouse having two … Continue reading →

So the Lappy’s Ethernet port is.. kinda br0ked. It’s not totally fux0red, mind you, just fux0red enough that it can make talking to the home network a bit of a pain in the ass. It usually takes a good four … Continue reading →

She told me her name was Cymbeline I met her at the corner of Church and Queen She was selling lies and other patined things I hardly even noticed when she touched my ring She sold me a camera for … Continue reading →