We Saw a Chicken …

Category: goatee-stroking musing, or something

  • 18 things I’d rather have than an iPhone

    In response to Jill’s post to fegmaniax:

    1. Batavus Personal Bike
    2. Lagouille pocket knife
    3. The Muppets Series 2 on DVD
    4. a better film scanner
    5. a Bill Rickard banjo
    6. Danelectro guitar (like Syd’s)
    7. “Unicorn Power” t-shirt
    8. duplexer for my inkjet printer
    9. titanium spork
    10. a ream of Blue Angel printer paper
    11. A4 feed tray(s) for my printer(s)
    12. Sumo Lounge beanbag
    13. silent Mini-ITX motherboard
    14. bluetooth GPS
    15. Fixpencil
    16. Vivitar 285HV flash gun
    17. Pelican case for the RB67
    18. nylon-strung old Harmony banjo.

    I was trying to get to 100, but I guess I’m not that acquisitive.

  • injera frenzy

    Catherine and I just had lunch at Queen of Sheba on Bloor just east of Dufferin. It was good; gentle spices and tons of flat bread to eat the meat and sauces with.

    I can’t believe I have never had Ethiopian food before. I shall remedy that soon.

  • pee-yew

    There is a very bad smell blowing into Union Station from the east. It has a kind of burning manure tang to it.

  • my new favourite word

    I will use the word tortfeasor in casual conversation today.

  • clearly an American agency

    Bell Canada’s new slogan “From A to Z, the calls are free” doesn’t quite work here. In this country it would have to be “the calls are fred”.

  • this is genius

    Bob the Angry Flower – Terry, Industrious Sloth

  • pen lament: lost angeles

    Dang! Looks like I lost my Lamy fountain pen at the Los Angeles Omni.

    It was very yellow, with green ink.

  • looks like strobelight, sounds like whoop tone

    I have the elevator in the Hilton Checkers in Los Angeles to thank for my new blog slogan. It’s about the fire alarm.

  • flying sucks

    Flying – especially to the US – is such a tawdry experience. You trail out to a part of town that noone would otherwise go to, you wait in line, ticketing systems malfunction in ways that airline staff accept blindly, you wait in line again, a bored immigration official grills you half-heartedly, you wait in line again (this time without shoes), then you look forward to some dinner in the departure lounge – and have to make do with some cardboard pizza, since the only other choice is a hockey bar. And all of this is a good 90 minutes from your departure time.

    Why does anyone put up with this?

  • the Henry’s tax

    • Vivitar 285HV flash unit from Henry’s – C$189.99
    • Vivitar 285HV flash unit from B&H – US$89.95 (about C$97.50)

    Henry’s has used units for the $75-90 range, too. I wonder if they ever manage to sell any of them?

  • scary movie

    I’m watching Jesus Camp; and it’s about the most alarming thing I’ve ever seen.

  • pigs!

    Kunekune are very cute. Quite stubby.

    (and this boar snoozing amongst the apples is a picture of contentment.)

  • ich bin ein hamburger

    In New Hamburg, they do things differently. They still have the winter ‘Snowman Suicide Pact‘ cups at Tim’s …

  • I’m not so sure

    I got the feeling that quite a few people at the Daniel Johnston gig last night weren’t there for the music, but were just there to see what he’d do.

    I quite like his music (I was more there to hear McCa) and I’m glad he’s making a living from it, but he’s clearly not doing too well on stage. Random playing, forgetting the words or tune, massive tremor while he was singing, complaining of being tired — he’s not well. I felt particularly sorry for him when his keyboard mic kept slipping lower and lower, and he had to hunch down to sing into it; no stage crew came out to help him.

    I had to leave early. Too many of the crowd were there to laugh at him, I felt.

  • mystery profile

    On a windowsill towards the rear of TTC streetcar #4106, there is a paint chip in exactly the profile of Afrika Bambaataa circa ‘Planet Rock’. You may begin to worship …

  • my favourite sign slogan

    slippery trip hazard

    Sign at Riverdale Library: Slippery trip hazard.

  • no wonder it didn’t drain

    Witness this opened-up downpipe I hacked out the weekend:

    downpipe

     That’s a solid plug of roots that had grown about 20cm up. There was also no discernible drain at the bottom of the pipe, so it was basically just dumping into the flowerbed.

  • strange seminar thoughts

    Questions at this seminar are being taken on index cards. I’m just waiting for a moderator to say: “… and our next question is – a very nice little drawing of a cat” (holds up card, delegates go awww).

  • it’s a beautiful sunny day …

    … And I have no Polyphonic Spree on my player, alas.

  • captcha that would’ve been quite trendy in the 80s

    croufraj - the new sense of now