We were having a good run on the poopship here until today. Nuggets nuggets everywhere.

Zot! Saw!

My efforts for the evening. A home without a picture of a disgruntled milkman in the kitchen is just a house.

Again, keywords are great sexy cat

Keywords are great My Bunkie

Wanted Bike mechanic. Must love Italian road bikes. Must not fuck up headsets. Canadian Tire sporting good employees need not apply.
 
Found out that my trusty bike mech James is moving and I'll have to find someone new to look after my bike in the future. Finding a good bike mechanic is like finding a good doctor or car mechanic.

Wonder why I haven't replied to emails? All my email accounts - home and abroad - seem to be wonky these days. Might be reduced to my HotMail account soon.

I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain.
 
Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
Pretty soon now, will be a quitter.
Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
You can't see it 'til it's finished
 
I don't have to prove...that I am creative!
I dont' have to prove...that I am creative!
All my pictures are confused
And now I'm going to take me to you.

Ken said, "You're gonna hurt yourself you keep doing that".

Dear Tax people:
Would you like a blood and urine sample to go with the other documents you've requested? It's no problem, I have a ziplock bag right here.

What better to find in your mailbox but a letter from Revenue Canada saying they are reviewing my 2000 return to see if they "have assessed" my return correctly. I guess that means they want to screw me for more money or something. God bless the tax collectors each and everyone of them.

Damn, got to stay away from the Gap.

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Tipsy seems to make Pushkin run around and howl this morning.

More on SlurpeeWAP: should have preferences for favorite locations (machines closest to home, office, etc). Maybe an alert if one of the favorite machines is at optimal mix quotient. Also need drinker feedback for comments and feedback on machines and locations.

Muscle spasm over my right scapula this morning - thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa.

Oooo yeah perkiness will definitely have to be worked in.

Since Sean hasn't heard - the uniform will be a black blazer with white piping. Each employee will also wear a name tag with Penny-Farthing bicycle and number on it. All employees will be assigned a number and be refered to by number instead of by name. Depending on what week it is, "Number 2" will either be Mark Getty or Jonathan Klein

Okay, the Slurpee WAP should tie into the GPS so machines can be easily located when you're in unfamiliar areas. It should also recommend best bets for the various flavours. I'll be back later with an updated interface...

Something that needs to happen is the development of a Slurpee WAP. It would check the status of Slurpee machines in your general area and tell you what the mix is like. For instance:
 

7-11 Brisboise & Northmount NW
	Coke:	Runny, High Bacteria Count
	Pespi:	Too Icey
	Dr. Pepper:	Good Mix
	Mt. Dew:	Slightly Icey, High Bacteria Count
	--------------------------------------------
7-11 4th St. & 23rd. Ave.
	Coke:	Smooth Dark Mix
	Pespi:	Slightly Runny, Low Bacteria Count
	7-Up:	Fair Mix
	Root Beer:	Out of Order
	--------------------------------------------

That way you'd know instantly where to head for the Slurpee you wanted, what flavours are available and what the quality is. This could be expanded to include machine temperature, machine status at local corner stores offering Slurpee-style drinks, and cup/straw/lid availablility.The interface could be tweaked to slurpee icons etc. Also maybe the number of times each machine has been accessed in the last hour since this often impacts the quality of the mix.

My attempts at treating myself to breakfast failed miserably because everywhere I went was closed. Doesn't everybody get up at 6:00 on their day off?

Chapter 2:
In which Chuck D.'s carreer is resurrected
 
Chuck wasn't quite ready to give up the ghost. In a last ditch attempt he was resuscitated from the jaws of zeroed data. The secret? In all the booting and rebooting I noticed that If I booted off of a 9x system that all the disc utilities recognized a volume was supposed to be present but nothing more. However, digging up my original system 8.1 disc for booting, Disk First aid recognized there was a volume lurking about and that it was named Chuck D as well. It couldn't do anything else with Chuck but it knew his name. The difference in systems also seemed to make a difference to DiskWarrior. Before it was offering no solutions, now previously grayed out buttons were ready for the pushing. Minutes later Chuck was pulled back from his beckoning grave. It was a simple thing - like bringing food to Vaal.
 
Thanks DiskWarrior. I'm glad to have given you my money tonight.

Getting ready to go home and most likely re-initialize my hard drive. The big questions now will be what do I name my Volume and what icon to use. The naming of a machine should not be taken lightly; it's like naming a cat or dog plus the name will impact performance.
 
The last 2 names I've used on this machine haven't worked out too well in hindsight. Flava Flav turned out to be way too flakely and had to be reformatted in a matter of weeks. The current incarnation, Chuck D, was a little more stable and eloquent lasting a good 8 months - but now looks like he fought the power and lost. But what to use this time? Mothra? Bonnie Prince Billy? Erythropoietin? Hopefully something will come to me.
 
Meanwhile work machines, reliable old Buttercup and Alasandro, keep chugging along. Cobby perished in flames though.

And now to sacrifice the chicken
The first mistake is to think in the morning "I haven't backed up my computer in an aweful long time". The second mistake is to not back up your computer before running Norton's on it. Then you won't get messages like "Invalid Sibling Link" or dialog boxes like this when your hard drive decides it doesn't want to be noticed anymore:

My home system has always been on the flakey side and it's pulled stunts like this before. Somehow I was always able to get the damn thing to remount. This time maybe not. It's times like this that I wonder why I'm able to remember the lyrics to "Undercover Angel" and not what trick I used to get my computer going again in the past.
 
I'm suprisingly serene about this. The drive will probably have to be reformatted, all the data will be lost, but what the hell. I like running my systems in an all or nothing kind of way.

Before I went to bed last night Pushkin puked a couple times. Then all night long, I dreamt of cat puke and cleaning cat puke - cold slimy cat puke.

Carangos & Motocas

Bloody telemarketers...

Raymond Cheung doesn't live here so stop phoning.

And speaking of the number of the Beast...I thought Willie Aames was making snuff films with Scott Baio.

Not feeling terribly spry on the bike the last 2 days. Decided to do a quick loop out to Cochrane this morning. The wind was kind of blustery and in my face on the way out - by the time I got to Cochrane the wind completely reversed direction and was blustery and in my face the whole way back. My bike computer read 66.6 for the ride. Felt like I doubled the Beast on my handlebars the whole way.

My dad once claimed to have seen Blind Freddie McKenna driving in New Brunswick

One thin quacking zepher jolts from an office.

Wish Bugnosis had a Mac version. Just going over with a developer the implications of how and what these bugs can execute and the possibilities are kind of scarey.
 
In other news, our well organized mothership (who I will not give the benefit of a link) doesn't need bugs. They managed to mung up most of the apps on the server themselves - if you bought something, you can't actually get to a download page to get your purchase. And we can't even republish the live site to warn people about the current situation. They should have just had the server down page showing until they got the move finished. Guess they've gone from pissing off employees to the next logical step - pissing off customers.

There's this really great feeling you get when you do a really hilly ride in stinking hot weather. The sweat forms a film on your arms and your leg muscles feel loose and elasticy.

So tired I couldn't sleep. Got up at 2:30 and downloaded Faust.

You know, I've been riding so good lately that I was even entertaining the idea of doing the odd race here and there. Mainly because of someone else's desire to compete again has sort of rubbed off on me. Then I went looking for race dates (provincial hill climb should be coming soon), and wandered onto my old club's webpage. After reading the travel logs of some of the current dork members, all the bad memories of the sterotypical personalities in the racing scene came flooding back. Maybe I'll stay retired afterall...

Sure, fix my camera and Splorp goes down or maybe it was my camera that killed it. I suppose I could break into the new server room and give the box a swift kick. FTP is still up. Why am I even blogging?

Bappy Dlog Hay
Just realised this is my one year anniversary of Blogging.

Damn. Now that I've just read Sean's, my dream just doesn't rate.

Last night I dreamt that I was escaping the Cuban estate of some generalissimo. The taxi taking me to the airport took off with my suitcase and my bike but that was probably for the best - I think the general planted a bomb in the suitcase. Luckily it wasn't a complete wash. In the haste of packing, I stuffed my bike shoes into my trusty courier bag and the insurance would replace most things - I'd still be able to ride in the morning.

In his obsession to get into the bath tub, Pushkin ran under my feet while I was carrying laundry and tripped me up. Now there's a big goose egg on my ankle.

Thinking about doing sculpture again - there's a need for a life sized demon dog. Only thing is to figure out where in this place I can set up where it won't be clogged with cat hair and if the dog should have wings. Might have to wire in glowing eyes too. Maybe there's a monkey to be made as well.
 
I've been using the latest nutrutional suppliments for this cycling. It's called a Big Turk.

Duane's back.

I love fan mail:

Why do you bother wasting your time writing about what you think is crap(which is everything) What do you like wise ass? Your site is craptastic you miserable complaining loser.
Carol----

Funny, for someone who thought this site was so useless (not to mention missed the point), they took the time to fill out a survey and also send an email. But everyone is entitled to an opinion.
 
P.S. For those who are curious - I like kittens, long walks in the park, and fluffy clouds.

Yes...as I contemplate for the umpteenth time why I didn't leave last August when I had the chance.

I yearn to think again

The Great Cornholio for mild entertainment to get the day going.

How do you say...projectile diarrhea

I bet something else will be hot and fresh if you ingest one of these puppies. Note: it's a "breakfast item" not a meal.

Nothing like coming home from work to the sound of a cat puking.

Fell asleep on the couch again this afternoon then woke up at 6:30. Thought it was 6:30 am and started to get ready to go into the office. Clued in after the sun didn't seem to be in the right place. Felt very relieved that I had 12 more hours before I needed breakfast. Don't know what's the matter with my body. Feeling great on the bike but it's a hell of a time to get moving in the morning and stay awake after lunch. Resting heart rate is down around 48-50 which would mean something if I actually kept records of it - this is the first time I've checked in about 3 years. Could either mean I'm really getting back into shape or that my body is shutting down from severe flame out. Have a nagging feeling it could be the latter.

The Most Delicious...

Been feeling really odd since getting back. Keep falling asleep at 2 in the afternoon and having a great deal of trouble waking after that. Maybe a stray tsetse fly bit me at the Spit & Sin.

Wonder if the mail server is enroute to a new destination due to layoffs. Haven't been able to get email all day.

Can't stop falling asleep these days.

Wonder if this dizziness is a result of the mold I discovered on my muffin after the fact.

I think the cats missed me. Brontë insisted that she leave a present on my bed but I didn't think I needed one. Then they decided to fight over who got to sleep next to me head. So tired now I can't tell if I'm over-tired or just plain sick.

If only I got to get me the eyemodule for my visor. There was some interesting ageing letch action in the Seattle airport I could have captured in quicktime. Reeeeallly classy.

Grumpy?! I'll give you grumpy.