Well I guess I should point out here that I didn’t actually go kayaking this past weekend. Maybe this coming weekend, though!
As it was last weekend was pretty jam-packed with stuff. Sarasota had its first big rain in a long time — musta been 3 months since it’s rained that hard. Big, fat drops. No “droplets” here. Each one was a mini, self-contained drenching. And I was outside throwing a frisbee around through the majority of it with 10 other nutcases. Haven’t caught a cold yet! 😀 (And the throat cold I had last week? Think it ran away in fear.)
Today was a good day, albeit a bit frantic. Spent the good majority of it fixing last minute typos in documentation. The temptation was there to just not read very hard and say “it looks good!” — after all, this is just a beta release — but thankfully my better judgement kicked in and I went through it with a fine-toothed comb (and got my coworkers to as well). This is the kind of thing that you could easily turn a blind eye to — uberhardcore proofreading of technical documentation — but you know, sooner or later it will all come back to you. Might as well get it perfect the first time, right?
Had a conversation with my good buddy Sean over MSN Messenger a couple days ago. I was explaining how I went to see the arts festival on Saturday. But then I explained one thing more, something I didn’t mention here. That after I left the festival, I felt guilty.
Why? Because I saw a piece of bubblejetted 8.5×11, hastily stuck in a newspaper box, advertising a march, an opportunity to take part in an anti-war demonstration — a cause which I am morally aligned with — and I didn’t act upon it.
Why not? Well, one reason is that it was supposed to run from 2-4pm, and it was already 2:15pm. Another reason was that I had no clue where the advertised meeting point (an intersection) was supposed to be. And I had to get home and back to drop off some information for the tax guy before 5pm, and (both ways), that trip was 40 minutes.
Why do these reasons suck? Because at 2:15, the rally had only just started, I had a map book in the car, so I could probably find the intersection, and I probably could have made it back from the tax guy in time to attend the last half-hour of the rally. These things always run overtime anyway.
What’s the real reason I didn’t go? Truth is, I feel totally helpless about politics right now. I feel as though there is nothing that I could do that would make any sort of difference whatsoever. In addition to this, I don’t feel like I have the time. I know a few people who are involved with politics. It practically consumes their lives. Right now, I’m not sure I know how to look after myself.
All this leaves me feeling guilty. Don’t really like it much.
Yesterday turned into an unexpected adventure!
I had to get up at the ungodly hour of 9:30am on a Saturday — I had an appointment to the see the tax guy at 11am. About that tax stuff: looks like I’ll be getting a big refund! More than two week’s pay! Which is good and bad, because, as I said before, under the Canada-US tax treaty, the less tax I pay in the US, the more I pay in Canada.
Anyway, as I pulled out of the tax office parking lot, I looked about a block down Main Street and it was all sectioned off. Not one to miss a spectacle, after spending 15-20 minutes trying to find a parking spot, I just decided to park really far away and walk it back. It was plain gorgeous out yesterday, so I didn’t mind.
Rescue Rangers! These were on the sidewalk not too far from where I parked. Can you see the seashells?
Just a few feet after the acorns. A risky shot, to be certain.
Although the majority of the art being shown off took the mundane form of paintings, there were some incredible wind-activated pieces of art — outdoor mobiles, if you will.
Shortly after taking a closeup of one of these wind-mobile things, I participated in a rather round-about conversation with a stranger:
Someone: “Excuse me! Excuse me!”
Me: [trying to locate source of voice]
Somone: “Don’t you think you should ask the artist before taking a picture?”
Me: “Uh, er!” I turned to see a lady an a flower dress looking at me.
Lady: “I’m the artist.”
Me: “Uh! Oh!”
Lady: “Can you delete them?”
You know that tone-of-voice people use when questions aren’t really questions? I deleted. Guess she was concerned about people not paying to enjoy her artwork (I checked, it was waaay out of my price range), or worse yet, people copying her. Walking down the lane revealed several other exhibitors with similar art. I hadn’t even thought about it!
Must have been over 200 booths! I know there’s some sort of farmer’s market down this way Saturdays, but I don’t think this was a weekly affair — there were exhibitors from Pennsylvania, Michigan, and even Arizona!
Ran into my manager while I was there! His wife and two children were with him. This was the first time I got to meet them! His kids are so cute! Both boys, one three, and the other just celebrated his first birthday. My manager made a point of making me show his wife my camera. She has the Powershot G2, you see, and my boss likes having all the latest gizmos.. 🙂
We parted, and I got some money out of the bank to get some fud.
There were helpful signs everywhere!
Since I wanted to get home in short order, instead of b**r, I opted for a big slice of pizza and a lemonade (freshly squeezed by cute girls while you wait!) 😉 Mmmm, it was so good, the perfect thing to beat the heat.
Got home, relaxed, made a stirfry for dinnah and then watched Ali G Indahouse. Too funny! Definitely see this one if you get the chance, you’ll laugh yer ass off.
“Westside is da best!”
So the best way to find locate software for the Mac is through a website called VersionTracker. It’s a huge database of software, much like TuCows. VT is ubiquitious. You can find everything there. “Them: I need a piece of software that does X. Me: Go to VersionTracker.”
I suppose then, it was only a matter of time before someone made this…
A little girl and her mother were out and about. The girl, out of the blue, asked her mother, “Mommy, How old are you?”
The mother responded, “Honey, women don’t talk about their age. You’ll learn this as you get older. The girl then asked, “Mommy, how much do you weigh?”
Her mother responded again, “That’s another thing women don’t talk about. You’ll learn this, too, as you grow up.”
The girl still wanting to know about her mother, then fires off another question, “Mommy, Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?”
The mother, a little annoyed by the questions, responded, “Honey, that is a subject that hurts me very much, and I don’t want to talk about it now.”
The little girl, frustrated, sulks until she is dropped off at a friend’s house to play. She consults with her girlfriend about her and her mother’s conversation. The girlfriend says, “All you have to do is sneak and look at your mother’s driver’s license. It’s just a like a report card from school. It tells you everything.” Later, the little girl and her mother are out and about again. The little girl starts off with, “Mommy, Mommy, I know how old you are. I know how old you are. You’re 32 years old.”
The mother is very shocked. She asks, “Sweetheart, how do you know that?”
The little girl shrugs and says, “I just know. And I know how much you weigh. You weigh 130 pounds.”
“Where did you learn that?”
The little girl says, “I just know. And I know why you and daddy got a divorce. You got an “F” in sex.”
( 😀 Shamelessly plucked from AltoJokes. )
I drive into the sunset every night!
Hey folks. Sorry my entries have been a bit sparse as of late. Work picked up in a serious way this week. I’ve been diverted so many times I don’t know which is up anymore. Thank god it’s the weekend. Time to recupe.
My apologies for keeping everyone in suspense like that overnight. Suspense is good for you!! hahah…. Thursdays nights I play ultimate under the lights at Bee Ridge Park. Last night was a ton of fun, as usual — 22 people showed up — but the night wasn’t over after finishing our third hour. A bunch of us went to The Speakeasy, a local drinkery with a live guitar/bass/drummer band. You’ve never seen such big appetites! It was probably about 10:30pm, and all nine of us ordered full-on meals: grouper sandwiches and fries and beer and things that would generally be pretty unhealthy to eat given any other circumstance. But we had all just finished running for three hours, so that made us pretty much impervious to the ill-effects of free radicals. Or we worked up an appetite. You choose.
The window in my office. Comes standard with every desk. haha… no. Actually, you have to look through this before exiting the rear building door. Why? To avoid clobbering people entering their passcodes.
Spoke to Eric (not that Eric, though he was at the pub too) — and I might go “whitewater” kayaking soon! Pretty cool huh? When he told me he went last weekend, my first question was of course, “where on earth do you find whitewater in florida?”. To which his answer was no, you really can’t — but what you can do is brave the waves instead! The water’s warm enough that you can bail without fear. No ph34r! Anyone ever gone kayaking?
And in other news — it’s official folks! Cam got the the job! Cam is will be assisting us in the software department. I can’t wait! 😀 He starts at the beginning of March, two weeks before Simon leaves us for Winnipeg. Perfect timing. 🙂
Cam: Doing his best to look sober
Oh man! Just got home. What an uberfun night! More tomorrow (er.. later today), if I remember. 🙂 For now it’s a shower and an inviting bed!
So this morning my 17″ LCD flatpanel started blinking its power light. At first I thought it was just blinking randomly, like there was a loose wire or something. Nope. There was a pattern to it. Pulse-pulse-pulse-pause. Repeat. So I trundled over to Apple’s support pages. Didn’t find anything in the knowledge base. So I turned to Apple’s discussion forums. These forums are great, because if anyone else has the same problem as you, you’re almost certain to find it there.
And guess what? Turns out my display was communicating to me via sign language.
After doing a little testing (dragging a totally white, blank TextEdit document around my screen), I figured out the top half was just barely dimmer than the bottom. Now that’s neat — the monitor knew when it was about to have trouble.
I bought AppleCare for my computer that covers all repairs to any part of the system for three years. When I powered on the machine again at lunch the power light was still blinking, so I decided it might actually be a good idea to register myself. 🙂 Because it’s been more than a year since I bought the plan, it’ll take a couple of days for the coverage to kick in.
So I just got back from work, booted up the computer, and now it’s fixed. No more blinking power light, full brightness across the screen.
Wonder how long that’s going to last.
So. Any Victoria locals know where that’s sign is from?
Oh man, you must go check out today’s joy of tech. heehee!