The chill units in the new Loblaws Superstore in Scarborough make the most harnonious drone. I might just come here to listen.
Category: goatee-stroking musing, or something
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farewell to the 13th floor
Well, this was my last day at EPCOR. The last two and a bit years have been fun.
It’s strange to think that I can fit my entire desk contents into one file box:
I also made sure I didn’t break with tradition:
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you are what you eat… and you have obviously eaten something very stupid
I got the Absolutely Everything box set yesterday; all four series of Absolutely. I hadn’t seen this for more than ten years, and it was absolutely (ha!) my favourite comedy show.
The first season took a little while to get into stride. I don’t think I saw it ever, as I only caught it from series two in 1990. It is, in the words of Callum Gilhooley, “brilliant”.
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the most hateful coining in the language
… Is probably “snackinar”.
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i could do that
They are demolishing the show home at the corner of Nelson and Simcoe. They are bashing at it with a big excavator, trying to smoosh down the pile of drywall and plywood.
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goes up to 13, at least
Got a mailing from The War Amps yesterday. Isn’t war loud enough for them already?
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tat, too
Props to the older gent in the Tim’s at New Hamburg. “What’s the tattoo on your arm? I can’t make it out”, asks the server. “It’s supposed to be a panther’s head, but it’s not finished”, he replied. “I was meant to go back the next day, but I sobered up.”
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the cure for hockey
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The above is a pictorial representation of the 11 additional pucks required so that they wouldn’t need to fight over one. Please donate generously, and you can help Canada become a world-class country with a proper sport …
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someplace no place
In Calgary, and walked (likely illegal here) from the hotel up to a restaurant that Kenn had recommended. It’s called Oriental Phoenix, and it’s just off Barlow by Sunridge mall. (It’s really good, incidentally.)
Walking through the colossal mall parking lots, I had a real sense of ‘no place’ – this could be Lebovic Dr in Scarborough, or Liberty, MO, or Richmond, BC, or Napierville (a town with better backs of necks). What makes is what to create identical beige industrial buildings with colossal setbacks? I’ll leave this to smarter folks like Byrne or Kunstler; me, I’ve got my pho to walk off.
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I’m slipping
The B-52s have had a new album out for nearly two weeks, and I don’t have it.
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strike the (un)happy medium
We have to fight it. If not, we will go back to the Dark Ages, where we will be persecuted and prosecuted.
— a UK spiritualist, complaining that psychic services now fall under consumer protection legislation. Emphasis mine.
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it doesn’t mean to me what it means to them
Oh dear, tee hee: The Way of The Tosser.
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i wonder
If Garlic’s of London (whose menu is fairly heavy on the eponymous) had a self-serve all-you-can-eat, woud that be called Buffet the Vampire Slayer?
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sproing!
It’s time to spring over the fire again – but not like Tiny the Toaster. Happy Norouz!
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welly
I’m not getting the fashion for trendily-coloured Wellington boots. Maybe it was my junior years spent squelching about in ill-fitting and malodorous gumboots that did it.
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unscientific
Zombie Feynman teaches an important lesson in today’s xkcd.
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apologetic sales pitch
I guess the market for cassette tape head cleaners isn’t huge any more, so I was a little surprised to see this on the only one that The Source sells.
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hooray for durable media
I used the PMD620 this evening to transfer 30+ year old cassettes that Catherine‘s father had made of the (then) children. Sound came out pretty clear, especially since these have been living in the wild with no case to protect them.
