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
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…
Emohawk
As a tear forms in my eye
… I realize it’s Beer Day in Germany. Ein Prosit!
Anybody remember the transgenic dogs from Stand On Zanzibar?
The problem with writing science fiction is that you end up writing what will happen.
Pic is of a transgenic puppy who glows in the dark.
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.
The cutest video on the internet right now.
Moose taunting…. should it be punishable by death?
Miss Margot continues her plans for global domination
In direct contravention of the breeder’s request, I am letting her out on the back deck. This is made easier by the fact that she comes back in when you call her. I don’t want to get her a collar but I will have to now that she is going outside.
She and Gizmo ate next to each other yesterday and touched noses.
I’m glad I made it to work, Tanya’s sick, poor baby. Of course when a massively pregnant woman calls in sick everybody is hopping from one foot to the next predicting imminent parturition.
Miss Margot purred and purred and purred this morning. She is a most companionable critter.
Jeff caught her doing parkour on the livingroom furniture yesterday.
I have a migraine yet again
Adding to my list of woes is a leg cramp that tossed me unceremoniously, swearing under my breath, out of bed at 3 this morning. It sure gets your attention when that happens.
We’re still waiting for the new gal to start, it’s apparently going to be Thursday now.
Thrilled to announce…
…that Peter T’s brother has made the short list of the sci-fi-london short film fest. Details Here. His film is Hopper’s Fortune. Peter T, for those of you joining late, is the one who brought Miss Margot into my life.
Visitor
Carrie is here on her way to a new home up in Telegraph Creek. I’m working so I won’t get to see her much before she leaves in the RV, but she’ll be back for her boyfriend John’s daughter’s wedding in June and we’ll be able to hang out more then.
The cherry blossoms are starting to fall already. Vancouver is a big pile of flowering trees and shrubs right now.
The weather was gorgeous yesterday.
Wakey wakey
Woke up at 3 this morning, which strikes me as being a rather dirty trick on my sensorium.
I really took it easy this weekend, and I am happy to say that my left foot no longer hurts.

