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  • This is the Michelin commercial theme …

    Manfred Mann and Mike Hug – The Michelin Theme

    (More info at discogs. MP3 originally nicked from Steve York‘s site, and then lost on an obscure corner of my backup drive. Steve played bass on this track.)

  • more big boats

    algoisle

    Algoisle loads grain.

    algosoo

    Algosoo loads salt.

  • oheeay

    I’m at the OEA conference. The energy industry is a strange little ecosystem.

    Nice view of the falls, though.

    niagara falls, from Fallsview Sheraton

  • no, it just isn’t

    Finding a source of “Unlimited free energy” would be the most unimaginably heinous crime possible against humanity. For it would inevitably turn the planet into a cinder. Hastening an isoentropic heat death. If you find a free energy source, you damn well better find a new free energy sink as well. Even then, the relative flux rates will still nail you.

     — Don Lancaster, How to Bash Pseudoscience.

  • geek out!

    Have :CueCat and UPC Database, will scan random household articles until it becomes a problem!

  • free bikes at 892 Kennedy Rd

    6 or so slightly rusty open-frame roaders; some Raleighs, a Dunelt, and maybe a couple of Eaton’s Flyers. None look rideable, but if you were a three-speed/coaster brake fiend, there are parts galore.

  • stones, as current vernacular would have it

    Finatics' sign, by Big Al's

    I’m no fan of billboards, but I have to congratulate Mike of Finatics for sheer gall when he put up this sign. See the plastic shark on the building behind? That’s Big Al’s, one of the biggest aquarium stores in Canada. Mike’s probably not going to get any favours from them any time soon.

  • DHL really, really sucks

    So Apple sends me my replacement iBook battery. First I hear is a yellow tag on the door. I call up the DHL website, and redirect (or so I thought) the package to my work address. That was Tuesday.

    Wednesday, there’s no package at work, but there is another yellow tag stuck on our door. No matter, it’ll come tomorrow (being today).

    Nothing at work today either, and Catherine says that there’s a message from the DHL unclaimed parcels office in Markham. Having the old yellow bill with me, I head up to Markham to pick it up.

    I thought that Purolator was bad, but DHL take teh cake. Not merely are they in the arse end of Markham, but I had to wait about half an hour to get my package, in a long queue of irate folks. Annoyance. And the thing is, DHL are right next door to Apple Canada, but the battery got shipped out of Sacramento.

    The only tiny piece of amusement I got from all of this was that I used my :CueCat to scan the DHL ‘DNK’ number, and it worked. I am easily amused, but it’s all I’ve got.

  • hpshopping.ca really hates French people

    hpshopping.ca really doesn’t like Francophones. If you go to the section for the HP Compaq dx2200 series, you’ll see the following:
    $589 for an english machine, $9999 for a french machineYup, the French version’s nearly 17x the price of the English one.

  • don’t give up … there is hope!

    I think that Microsoft Picture Viewer is a bit overly concerned about your welfare if the picture you are looking for is not there:

    there_is_hope.png

  • not the smartest loaches in the tank

    Came home, said hello to the fish, and did a quick count; I was one loach down, and the CO2 generator had an orange tail …

    Seems that one of the loaches had decided it was way cool to get wedged up the back of the gas generator, and couldn’t get back out. I gingerly pulled off the device from the side of the tank, and the loach fluttered off, a little dazed.

    No sooner had I put the generator back did another loach zoom up and get jammed. It must’ve been told that you got a “wicked headrush, dude”.

    And for this reason, loaches don’t rule the earth.

  • further mad props to ubuntu

    Ubuntu mounted an HFS+external drive from our Macs without complaint. This is good.

  • ill-advised name, great store

    BM-Electronics swapped my ill-fated nVidia card for a shiny fast MSI ATI PCIe card with no restock fee; yay BM!

    They’re rapidly becoming my favourite computer store; they always have what I need, and it always does what they say it does. It may look a bit grubby, but it’s great

  • almost as much fun as X-CAD Designer

    Just played with QCAD for a bit, and remembered how much fun I had doodling with my ancient Amiga CAD package.

    yin and yang

  • okay, which wise guy …

    … made PCIe slots able to hold but not use AGP graphics cards? In the old days, there would have been a key in the slot to make it impossible to fit an incompatible card.

  • nice bike

    I found a picture of the bike I probably enjoyed most of all I’ve ever owned:

    1996 Fisher Nirvana, with many mods
    It was originally a 19967 Gary Fisher Nirvana, but by the time this picture was taken, the only original things were the frame. the stem, and the beautiful curved bars. Everything else was swapped out, mostly due to wearing it out from my daily commute.

    It wasn’t that it was a very expensive bike. It was just right; a nimble climber, nippy through traffic, yet stable enough to be ridden home when tired.

    I still have the saddle; it’s on my Brompton. I gave the bike to Eddie Moore before we left. I wonder if he still has it? He still has it.

  • ex Ex

    We’re just back from the Ex, a little urpy from the rides and a surfeit of Tiny Tom donuts. It was worth it.

    taken at the Ex, 2002

  • breed like … platies

    We’ve got about about 7 more eentsy platy fry.

  • Goodbye, childhood

    Goodbye:

    • headache glue cracking from finger tips
    • badly-painted pilot with obvious thumb-prints
    • squint and/or torn decals
    • undercarriage installed backwards, if at all
    • spilled tin of Humbrol enamel
    • leftover sprue rattling in cardboard box with an unidentified piece still attached
    • curious v-shaped stand that never quite stood level
    • hung squintly from bedroom light by white thread until dusty wing missing from too many runins with parental heads
    • taken down for final flight whirled round head on string until dashed against clothespole or arcing up up into neighbour’s fir tree (it’s still there today)
    • when older, packed with cotton balls nicked from sister, doused with turps, crashed flaming kamikaze onto the compost heap (sorry dad, your onions never did well on paint thinner and burnt plastic)

    Goodbye, Airfix