Zune
January 02, 2009 // Link
I’m still dubious that there’s a Zune bug at all, regardless of the reports.
How can we be sure? Hell, even if every Zune in the entire world crashed, that’s still not a statistically significant sample.
‘Em all
January 03, 2009 // Link
I love humanity — until I have to wade through it in a mall.
CBC Spark
January 03, 2009 // Link
I just subscribed to the excellent CBC Spark podcast.
The host outro thanks listeners, saying the show couldn’t have been made without me. And yet there’s a back catalog. Something doesn’t add up.
On the other hand, incensed IS a word
January 06, 2009 // Link
Dear MBA grad across the table from me,
There is no such word as “incentivized.”
Thanks, my bleeding ears.
U.S. Grade A
January 08, 2009 // Link
Yesterday my U.S. colleagues talked about food non-stop all day. Their very first topic today? “How ‘bout that dinner last night?”
The hospitality here is great, but after four days in NASCAR country I’m ever so weary of Southern cookin’.
I miss Canada, I miss salad.
Less is more
January 10, 2009 // Link
Where are the no-zoom digital cameras for we fellas who want a truly instant-on, infinite-focus, quck-as-a-disposeable pocket camera?
A digital Diana, that’s what I want. Less features, more fun.
Footies
January 11, 2009 // Link
I’m not saying I actually wore fire truck footy pajamas with a bum flap last night to try them out. But they sure are comfy, hypothetically.
Darn
January 12, 2009 // Link
Accidentally erased all my voice mail this morning. Then accidentally erased my email. Then accidentally surfed net for 30 min. Whoops.
UI
January 12, 2009 // Link
Explaining the Windows interface philosphy:
“Good designs don’t need manuals. They’re like this this fridge. Easy. You just put food in and...hey, where’s my chicken?”
Up and up
January 14, 2009 // Link
Stayed up to work ‘round the clock and I’m not tired at all this morning. Still lovin’ my Venusian circadian rhythm.
In other news, I had my first pastry class today. Yes, pastry class. Why must I always repeat that? Anyway, I learned how to make fondant and how to fold roses from gum paste. Coming up: full desert table incl tiered cakes. Future boyfriend skills now +1.
Back on the floor
January 15, 2009 // Link
Salsa class tonight and I haven’t really danced in 2+ months. Going to hurt. Already feel stiff just thinking about it.
Ccccold
January 16, 2009 // Link
Another -1000 degrees C day today (I’m rounding).
Did someone move the Earth farther from the sun as a joke? Oh, you guys!
Music is my lovah
January 18, 2009 // Link
Going out dancing tonight, because chicken this funky needs to be shaken.
Also, because you want to know: my Rock Band band name is “AA is for Quitters.” Hello Cleveland!
Flaps up
January 19, 2009 // Link
The idea came to one of us at the end of last year. Two words full of hilarious promise: pajama party.
I don’t know if it was Lorry or Sandy or me who first thought of it, but let’s face it: since the basic idea was that two beautiful gals and I would spend the evening snuggling in pajamas and watching movies, the smart money is on the idea having been originally mine.
We had our pajama party on Friday night, and it stretched right around to early Saturday evening. It was heaps o’ fun. Like a little cottage vacation filled with food and laughter and great talks and hilarious friends.
[aside]
Among the lessons I learned: bum flaps are drafty, the faker the accent the funnier, and mulled wine sneaks up on you like a ninja in socks.
In socks!
[end of aside]
Some fellows would have worn sweat pants and a gym logo t-shirt to impress the ladies with how macho they were. Some fellows would have worn silk boxers and a soft robe. But then again, some fellows weren’t invited to the fun pajama party so some fellows can keep their fashion tips to themselves.
So what did I wear? Well, I wore bright yellow footy pajamas with a bum flap! Yes, an actual bum flap with two big buttons. And the PJs had little fire trucks, police cars and ambulances all over them. I got them from here. I felt like Pajama Sam and it was awesome with a capital A. And a capital every other letter too.
P.S. If you have a time machine, tell High School Carrington it all works out in the end.
P.P.S. I can’t stop saying “bum flap.”
Barack to the future
January 20, 2009 // Link
I’m watching the U.S. inauguration live stream, on which they’re discussing the incoming black president’s Facebook page.
Screw “future shock,” this is awesome.
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Oh America, you totally had me at “peaceful transition of power” and then kinda lost me at “let us pray.”
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They’re playing a composition by John Williams?! Oh please please please sneak in some Star Wars stuff.
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I dig that Obama was nervous enough to flub the swearing in. (How long until someone claims it’s not “official” because of that? Sigh.)
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Loved the crowd’s cheer after “we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals.”
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”... and non-believers ...” Did the new president just acknowledge atheists? Well, Hallelujah.
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The last thing I heard before closing the live stream window: “The inauguration of Obama is sponsored by Starbucks.” Oh goodness.