Dr Filk’s new bike
Remiss of me in the Xtreme to not share this with the folks….
Peggy dubbed it Ingmar, and Ingmar it remains. Heinrich, Dr. Filk’s venerable old BMW touring bike, is being retired, as his starter is starting to get all swithery and cranky, in the not actually cranking, sense.
Link to the specs
loons misguided souls at creators.com have misplaced Molly Ivins, so she won’t show up in the blogroll because the link is broken. I will fix it when they do. Cazart!!!
Ginger chicken for lunch today, yyyum.
Alas, we did get snow, and it is still snowing.
We’re getting another 10 centimetres of snow tonight and tomorrow, enough to royally bugger up life in Vancouver. I just called Paul and told him to either fix or replace the zed chains, he’s likely to need them.
I saw this at Jerome and Shannon’s:
This movie kicks serious, serious butt. I enjoyed about 95 percent of it and the parts I didn’t enjoy went by really fast.
My objections to what was a marvellous piece of badass entertainment are three:
Evil guy is in a wheelchair and has a laryngectomy. And SMOKES THROUGH THE HOLE. Ah, pure evil. What tripe, I wish they’d play to type for a change. Why pick on cripples? If it was a statistically balanced number of evil villains, I’d be a lot mellower, but so many cripped villains… sigh.
Tony Jaa is poetry in motion but when it comes to acting he’s reserved to the point of being like, well, like a solid object.
The script is the lamest ass excuse for a string of chase, fight and fight and chase scenes ever concocted in any human language, although there are two or three hilarious sight gags, including a great piece of graffitti in the middle of the market chase.
Shannon came home and said some very amusing things about her weekend. I think the funniest was, “I’m having a shower to get the smoke off” as she doesn’t smoke and the women she was hanging out with this weekend do. And I’m thinking, 13 days no smokes.
In the last two days I’ve added about 45 items to my to do list and removed…2. However, I’m LOVING Thinking Rock, and it’s finally giving me what I want since the original DOS based Sidekick fell off the software map.
Keith is off to work, I’m off soon to look at a co-op, and then I’m off again to visit Brother Jerome in his new digs here in Burnaby after I pick up an action flick for us to watch. (His spouse doesn’t like action flicks. I do, but only because I’m a sad excuse for a film buff). Katie’s asleep.
By copy to the travelling ones, I’ll have my cell, give me a call and we’ll get the keys squared away….
As you can imagine, I have a ship pile of work to do to get myself successfully launched in my new life. I have been kicking the tires on organizing software, and I think, thanks to deli.cio.us, I have finally found what I’m looking for: Thinking Rock.
I’ve been messing with it for about an hour, and I have to say that I’m already really enjoying the power and flexibility. You do need the most recent rev of Java to use it.
Now I know that those of my rel-eo-tives who have a getting-things-done software chip embedded in their skulls, and yes I mean you GoToGirl and Nautilus3 and Tammy too, will be laughing at me trying to find software to help me as I meep meep my way through this tangle of to-dos, but I say if the technology is there, use it. I’ve now downloaded seven different kinds of GTD software and this is the first one I’ve liked. Not that a recommendation from me means dick-all, but there you go.
Slept late – first time in weeks. Got up and went through five photo albums, removing my photos. I have to admit that in this at least, the digital age is superior. It was really hard not to cry when I got to pix of Grandad and Bounce.
Both the kids are working today. Keith got an extra two hours put on the front end of his shift, which is something you only do to a 20 year old man if you know he’s organized and disciplined and won’t have been up all night drinking. (At at internet cafÃ© playing WoW until three, yes, but not drinking.)
Paul paid somebody to get a haircut – first time in over 15 years. I admit to some interest in how it will look the first time he washes it, but he certainly looks different. I admit to some amusement that he went to my stylist, as she had to be polite and say that I’d done an okay job so far. I think we saved about $1500 in haircuts.
Last night I went to the Massage school in New Westminster and got an hour long massage for $30. My foot stopped being numb for about 15 minutes – I wasn’t expecting even that so it was kind of miraculous.
My boss, who will henceforth be known as Mr. Clean (because of a canister of cleanser which is part of his deskshrine), gave me a lift, after he told me that he’d give me a lift if I cleaned off my desk. Ha. He didn’t think I’d do it, and I really DID clean if off, not just pile stuff in corners. And I wiped it down afterwards, seeing as how it looked like a Rorschach nightmare in coffee stains.
Katie turned up around 5 this morning, looking just fine. She was at a friend’s house a couple of blocks away. She was about to go back to bed and I asked her when she was getting up in the morning and she said 9, and I said, Hunh? You don’t have to work until 5 pm today!
She looked at her schedule and acknowledged that she was having a little temporal difficulty.
Now that I can actually concentrate rather than being entirely freaked out all the time, I plan on having a great weekend, starting with a massage tonight, and then a friend’s birthday party tomorrow, and then lots, and lots of packing and dejunking. That part is a little harder to be enthusiastic about.
In happy family news, Paul has a great niece named Ava and Jesse sent us pix. She must have been scant days old in the family picture they sent, just a wee little mite; we are happy to welcome Ava to the family.
She’s finding the domestic situation too troubling, but didn’t have the courtesy to say anything to either me or Paul. It never fails, you know; the second you file a missing person report they turn up, all offended that you would dare do such a thing.
It sure was a relief to hear her voice……
I am, not to put too fine a point on it, completely freaking out.
It’s been 36 hours. I’ve messaged her friends and called all the hospitals in the lower mainland; now I get to wait.
Until this morning, when I learned of the existence of Kate Middleton, I didn’t know where the term paparazzi came from. It came from the name of a photographer in Fellini’s La Dolce Vita who was in turn named after a school chum whose nickname was Paparazzo – “Mosquito”.
Kate Middleton is somebody or other’s girlfriend, and as far as I know, she doesn’t have a blog. She doesn’t have to, with half the scurvy press outside her door.
Continue reading Paparazzi free zone
Four dry cups tricolori noodles, boiled and drained
2 – 4 chicken breasts minced (I used a food processor)
Basil, parsley, garlic, black pepper, a leedle bit salt
Cheese sauce (about a cup of grated cheese, flour, butter) – make it runny
Assemble in casserole dish, slap on lid and cook for an hour at 350 F
Yummy. Intensely foodlike, and a definite step up from KD.
There are two thousand and counting WordPress ‘themes’ which I could be using for this blog. Glenn was here this afternoon and we mucked things around until it was all more or less working. I seem to have lost some of the January posts, but frankly, apart from the moose pic you aren’t missing much. Also, the links don’t seem to be working for the archive – although they were working earlier this afternoon.
Lady Miss Banjola needs little introduction to my readers. A wonderfully intelligent and only mildly chaotic force for good in the universe, she is a woman of many gifts. I welcome her! I welcome her usefulness and her sarcasm! I welcome her superhero capes! and when I can find a camera whose lens won’t break at the prospect, I’ll take a picture of the one she made me last fall.