We saw lots of these when we were down south: the Scion xB. Thankfully, they haven’t made it to Canada yet.
I thought at first it was a special-needs vehicle; with low sills and high door tops, it seems pretty accessible. But then again, such a vehicle needn’t be quite so horrible (like the old Invacar).
But now I discover that this car is being marketed to the ‘youth’ segment. What!? I used to draw things like this when I was three years old.
I left Oanda a year ago. That means I can now develop teh smrt currency trading system. Or not …
Thanks, TTC Operators, for not striking tomorrow!
I’ve been playing with Pilot-DB Open Source Database Program for PalmOS, in advance of using it with a real project.
It’s a very capable flat-file database. As long as you’re not expecting SQL complexity, it does what it says on the tin.
We looked a bit bemused when the Hertz guy gave us a free upgrade last week to a Ford Escape XLT SUV. It’s almost exactly not the car you’d want for long freeway driving.
I just did the fuel economy for our trip. It’s not pretty. For the whole trip, we averaged 11.7 l/100km, or 20 mpg (US — that’s 24.1 mpg for UK readers). That means we used over half a cubic metre of petrol. Eek! We’re all gonna die and it’s my fault!
Litres / 100 km is a strange unit. If you do a dimensional analysis (L3/L), it ends up being a unit of area. So I’d be quite correct — if a little weird — to say I got a fuel consumption of 1.17×10-7 m2.
Catherine bought me a bar of El Rey Icoa for Easter. It’s extremely special, which a much more robust flavour and texture than any other white chocolate I’ve tried.
We had a huge skunk nosing about the back garden this morning. If they didn’t have the incredible smell potential, they’d be pretty cute.
10 days. 5 states. 4500 km. 48 hours on the road. That was quite a trip.
This is more like it; stay at a Holiday Inn Express, and there’s free wireless provided by InnFlux.
Yay, I’ve got tickets for the Decemberists at Lee’s Palace in May!
So I’m standing in the ice-vending area of the Embassy Suites at St Louis airport. Why? ‘Cos their $10/day PASSYM wireless doesn’t work in our room, that’s why.
So begins the long road trip home; safe trip to all our friends …
Dave Raine said he’d take us to dinner at a fishing store. Woo, we thought; hot dogs and soda while he dug for bait. Ths isn’t the case when the fishing shop is the HQ of Bass Pro Shops in Springfield, MO. They have a fantastic restaurant, complete with cordon bleu chef. Who knew?
(and who knew that I’d end up with a fishing rod from there, either?)
Someone’s nicked all The Decemberists‘ stuff: Our Trailer, Stolen.
J. Herbin Lie de Thé cartridges in the Rotring 600. It’s a little like writing with strong tea. The cartridges come in a very nifty little aluminium pot.
I think I still prefer Waterman Havane, as it’s a warmer brown. Lie de Thé writes well and I’m happy with it for now.
Anouncing my new category on climate change: WAGDAIYF, acronym for “we’re all gonna die, and it’s your fault”.
We’re about to hire a car. I’d like to price a hybrid. So I go looking for hybrid rentals. Nada. Well, not quite; Discount said they’d added a bunch of hybrids to their fleet, but they can’t be found on their fleet page.
I walk through a Ford dealership every day. When the Escape Hybrid came out, there were a couple in the lot. They seemed to hang around for a while, but now there are none. I guess it was all greenwash after all, ‘cos I see a lot more Mustangs and trucks selling than hybrids.
In short, we’re all going to die, and it’s your fault.
We have a very small, somewhat bedraggled, poinsettia in our front room. We got it a couple of Christmases ago, and we surprise ourselves that it’s still alive. Since its initial forced colour faded, it’s just sat as a small green plant.
Today, though, it’s got a splash of red on it. Who knew that the Christmas plant would be doing its thing near Easter?
My DVD of the Chris Landreth/NFB animation arrived today. I’ve watched it, and the supporting material, several times already. There are so many tiny details in the frames that it’ll take me many viewings to catch even some of them
The closing scene is the most poignant for me, with the fragmented Ryan panhandling outside Schwartz’s on Saint-Laurent. Reflected in the deli’s window is the bold young Ryan of his Street Musique heyday. All the lettering in the Montréal street scene is reversed, as if to say that the reflection is the real world, and what we’re seeing a distorted mirror.
Lazy wee sods can’t be bothered with the famous Scottish rhoticism: Glaswegians throw the R away.