elf power play Toronto, and that night I’m stuck in London. Argh!
So I’m flat on my back, the air acrid with Bengay. My shoulder’s twingeing like a mad thing, almost like being stabbed.
This may claim to be it:
The cigarette butt was a nice touch to this brutally stomped birthday cake, I thought. I wonder what its story is?
It’s quicker – a lot quicker – to walk south on Vic Park from Sheppard to Farm Greenway than to catch the bus and have it crawl south over the 401.
Our supply from Bullfrog Power starts today. Those green electrons sure shine bright.
Rather too busy gardening and stuff this weekend to blog. I did see this rather unusual flying thing in the garden; a T-shaped bug.
It’s a plume moth, say the good folks at What’s That Bug?
If I see another $2500 full-sus disk-braked mountain bike, I’ll puke. There were a few tiny things of interest here; please comment if you want the details.
There was one thing I hated about Rumo, and that was finishing it. Walter Moers creates such a complex — yet never serious — fantasy world that leaving it is always hard.
I like the way he’s not afraid to revisit characters from The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear. Most fantasy authors are slavish in keeping their characters’ lives consistent across the volumes. Since Bluebear was the most celebrated liar in Atlantis, what do you expect?
Donna Cansfield, provincial energy minister, officially opened Kingsbridge Wind Farm today. We had cake.
They may have lost, but the Raptors put on a good show tonight. They held the Hornets into double extra time.
I think basketball is rapidly becoming my favourite spectator sport. Don’t think I’ll ever be a sportsfan, but there are worse ways to spend an evening.
Guess I’ll have to work on my sensor cleaning game, ‘cos this is what I see (a blue sky, with contrast racked way up, and at 2x scale) on the bottom right of my D70 sensor:
Y’know, that pattern of splodges looks awfully like the indentations on the end of the swab …
I wonder why my Nikon SB-600 won’t work with (expensive) Panasonic 2300mAh HHR-3SPA NiMH cells? It loves Duracells to death, but won’t even fire once with the rechargeables.
(Oh, and wish me luck; I’m about to clean my the sensor on my D70 for the first time.)
It was snowing four years ago. You don’t forget the first day in a new country.
Ah, the Cleland Aventura — the very distinctive off-road bike. I wanted one of these something fierce when I was a young ‘un.
Best Scottish/Semitic fusion ever: potato scones with a hummus dip. Num!