This is a bit clever; it locates the bloggers geographically near you:
I think it was worth standing outside in the dark for five minutes trying to read my GPS, don’t you?
This is a bit clever; it locates the bloggers geographically near you:
I think it was worth standing outside in the dark for five minutes trying to read my GPS, don’t you?
Pet peeve: people who cite the link to the annoying Begging the question page when they see the expression used in the more common sense. Pedantic much? Language changes, and you probably bemoan the loss of the word gay, too …

I play a lot of DopeWars on my Palm. Because of my long commute, I’ve got quite good at it, posting the second highest score ($237,252,973) on the DopeWars for PalmOS high score list.
Here are some tips that might help you play:
Do be careful to leave yourself at least $200 for that useful coat windfall.
A lot of the game is luck, though, so sometimes a hopeless game can suddenly perk up — or unfortunately, a great game be ruined by a police raid.
I got stung by a wasp today while I was working on the Dawes.
Domestic Living With Slow Lorises; venomous, stinky, quite bitey, but very, very cute.

I now have more wrenches than I know what to do with, courtesy a Canadian Tire sale. Dunno what I’ll do with the 16-24mm wrenches, since bikes stop at 15mm.
Looks like someone (or more likely, their ‘bot) doesn’t like the use of CE in Wikipedia: User contributions – 195.40.200.222.
Just finished Laura Penny‘s snarky, angry, funny, clever Your Call Is Important To Us, on the pervasiveness of bullshit. This is basically a book that Bill Hicks never got to write. It’s delightful.
(the subject’s a line from the ever-hilarious Fertnel Snak Food Corporation, btw).
Best website ever: What’s That Bug? Yes, it’s about bugs. I like bugs. You get such good ones here.

It would be a good name for a band, I suppose …
So it was 36 years ago today that we put a couple of folks on our satellite. Big deal. People have been saying that it was the greatest achievement basically ever, and yet I remain strangely unmoved.
You have to wonder about the huge amount of energy expended in a moon launch compared to the positive benefit it brings. It might have allowed a couple of military types to prance about in low gravity, but really, what have the moon landings done for us?
Someone’s going to say computers. Well, if we’d have stopped at 1974-level electronics, maybe so. But I remember computers in 1974 — and they were huge, and not very impressive.
Someone else will probably say high-tech materials. While things like aramid fibres are technically neato-mosquito, like many technologies designed around the space program, they’re basically single-use. It’s no surprise then that the Challenger enquiry folks had difficulty with Miner’s law when they’d previously only used things once.
Someone had better not say foods. Tang is not a food group, merely a useful additive for gin.
I know I’ll never make it to space. I have no interest in messing up our environment here, just to get somewhere colder and less hospitable. I think I’m expected to be a space-nut, since I was born just before the moon landing, grew up with SkyLab and such, and became an engineer. But if it’s that much trouble to travel so short a distance in space, what chance have we in the stars?
The TTC was full of adults reading the new Harry Potter. I guess it’s true what they say about the decline in reading age.
Wendy sent me Iain Banks’s Raw Spirit for my birthday, and I’ve just finished it. I very much enjoyed it; it’s more of an autobiography by way of some whisky distilleries. We have favourite drams in common — Laphroaig and Balvenie being a couple — and we both have a failing for Mull Cheddar, the potency of which can only be described as sinus-clearing. It’s an amusing read, and you don’t have to be a whisky nerd or Banks geek to enjoy it.
I applaud Iain Banks’s stand on the Iraq war, but I do wonder if he’s thought very hard about the the cause of the war. Banks witters on (sorry, but he does so, incessantly) about being a “petrolhead”, and describes his cars in intricate detail: LandRover TD5, BMW M5, Porsche 964 Carrera 4, Porsche 911, Jaguar MkII 3.8l. None of these have sane fuel economy, and fewer of these on the road might’ve meant we wouldn’t have needed to get palsy with the odious Hussein, then need to oust him later. Maybe the fumes — whisky, weed or petrol — went to Banksie’s head.
Shows how out of touch with the neighbourhood we are. We were going shopping at the local Food Basics, ‘cos we were a bit late for No Frills, and we found it was closed — since June 30th …
we see some odd sites from the vet next door
Heartlands; a fine British romantic comedy, in that it’s neither particularly romantic, nor particularly funny. It’s a meandering vision-quest on a Honda C50 by a lovelorn darts-obsessed newsagent. But it’s got music by Kate Rusby, and Royd Moor wind farm makes a guest appearance, so it’s okay by me.
The scourge of British school life is going away: the BCG injection is being dropped. Thisteen year olds from the 1930s have sported suppurating left shoulders because of this. It was a favourite target of school bullies, being whacked on the tender injection site. My BCG scar, 23 years on, is greatly faded, but still there
So goodbye, Bacillus Calmette-Guérin; we hardly knew you … ow, my BCG!
I rely on you
I rely on you
like a Skoda needs suspension
like the aged need a pension
like a trampoline needs tension
like a bungee jump needs apprehensionI rely on you
like a camera needs a shutter
like a gambler needs a flutter
like a golfer needs a putter
like a buttered scone involves some butterI rely on you
like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
like an HGV needs endless derv
like an outside left needs a body swerveI rely on you
like a handyman needs pliers
like an auctioneer needs buyers
like a laundromat needs driers
like The Good Life needed Richard BriersI rely on you
like a water vole needs water
like a brick outhouse needs mortar
like a lemming to the slaughter
Ryan’s just Ryan without his daughter
I rely on you© H Presley 1994
GO Transit —FYI
Pay phones on trains are out of service
We have just been notified that the company which provides the pay phones on board our trains has gone into receivership.
These phones are now out of service until further notice.
We regret the inconvenience.
June 24, 2005
So I guess nobody called after all.
Staples have all their Back To School! stationery stuff. I always hated being reminded of this just before school was even out for summer. Yuck.