Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

The first time I used Speaking Naturally

I said, “Holy Shit!” when it actually wrote down what I was saying.  What it typed was Goalie shipped.  I promptly gave up on speech recognition.

This is pretty funny, and you don’t have to understand computer programming for it to be funny.  Not what what.

1st of 2 parts on NCIS last night… it is a spinoff attempt.  We shall see how lucky the network gets, trying to get that particular piece of tv bonanza to work up some more gelt.

I will be off to Victoria to visit relatives and Dr. Filk, who is also a relative, for part of the weekend. Sometime between now and then I have to finish the homily, and since there is never any time like the present, I will shut this down and see if I can actually integrate Unitarian values with my mother’s garden in some sensible and interesting fashion.

Sunday and various

This essay covers some of the same ground I tried to cover in my homily “Good Atheist, Bad Atheist”.

I’m not sure I would have sent the baby home with that mother, but oh well.

An interesting article about geography and history.

Ew.  I’d never touch my mouse if it looked like this.

Interactive map of US job losses.

Bruce Sterling writes about SF, design and culture.

If you’ve got Twitter sign up with @Veratect – they are keeping track of the swine flu epidemic in realtime.

Speaking of which, here is a link to checklists regarding prepping for a long bout of flu.

Battlestar fest yesterday. I also cleaned off the back deck, changed cat litter and re-read Patrick O’Brian’s Letter of Marque.  Keith is still here.  I’m trying to think of what I want to make for breakfast, and kinda drawing a blank.

Back from the Partay

Jeff and I are just back from collecting the Mr. Two from Dundas Street, where it was parked overnight after we hung out at Jim’s party.  Keith came along as well.  A substantial chunk of Jim’s old band was there and they backed me up on Buy Me A Beer, which I managed to get through quite creditably considering how impaired I was, and playing it on the ‘wrong’ instrument, being Jim’s acoustic guitar.  Jim also got me singing An Evening of Serious Drinking.  Oh, those hot wings!  and Otto-man was there, big hugs.  First reunion of the Lunch Bunch in about five years.  We’ve had three out of four multiple times, but not four out of four…. Being me, Mike, Tom U and Jerome.

Anyway, it was a fabulous time and Mike drove me, Jerome and Brian C. home as he had spent several hours only drinking pop prior to going home.   Now brunch and then I’m taking Keith to MEC to go parkour shoe shopping.  Grosses Bises everybody!!!

Sundry and various

Mom and baby moose.

A plug for the hilariously named Reifel Bird Sanctuary.

I have learned I can still apply for my FAC (the gun licence thing).  I am going to.  My to do list is growing like a six foot across amoeba while I watch in hor-ror.  So what am I going to do about it? Party!  Jim E.’s stag tonight so he’s invited people, alcohol and musical instruments into his home.  I intend to be there and make a joyful noise or two.

I have substantially completed my May 3rd homily and have forwarded the order of service to the service coordinator. So at least one thing came off the list.  I also picked out a new hymn and ran it through the music interpreter to figure out if I liked the tune or not…

food etc

Katie Paul and Keith picked me up from work yesterday and I drove them home and fed them spaghetti.

KATIE HAS A MOHAWK.  She looks awesome.  But it’s not one of those mohawks where you cut hair, it was mostly made out of hairspray.  She also got supergoth makeup.  I should post pics when I recover from the squealing I made.

Then Keith and Paul and I went swimming.  I came home and Katie told me she’d cleaned Miss Margot, and she was still pretty dirty.  Soon, the bath.