Birthday Boy


Birth­day Boy
Dis­cov­ered in Patrick Johan­neson’s Flickr photostream. 

Just me, wear­ing my new T‑shirt.

My bro-in-law exposed his sons to the Orig­i­nal Tril­o­gy, and ever since then they’ve been deeply into the Star Wars phenomenon.

I actu­al­ly was at their place when they watched Star Wars (you know, A New Hope). I was away the next day, when they watched The Empire Strikes Back. At sup­per that night, the old­est boy (he’s six) was agi­tat­ing to watch Return of the Jedi, so that he could see how it all played out. But it was late, so my sis­ter made him wait till the next day. He was grump­ing about it a lit­tle bit, so I told him, “I had to wait three years to find out what happened.”

Why?” he said.

Because that’s how long it took for the next movie to come out.”

He looked at me with a lit­tle smile, and said, “Boy, I’m glad I was born in 2000.”

Yeah.

IQ test

So we watched Test the Nation last night. I did the test online, and came up with an IQ of 121. Then we did it on TV, and I end­ed up with 137. I think the 121 is prob­a­bly more honest–some of the ques­tions were eas­i­er the sec­ond time around, since I knew, for instance, what they were going to ask for the mem­o­ry ques­tions, and could plan accordingly.

Inter­est­ed in tak­ing the test? Go to http://www.cbc.ca/testthenation/ and try it out there.

Frightening

I have GMail. I use GMail a lot. GMail has some built-in spam fil­ters. It’s rare, in fact, that an email makes it to my inbox offer­ing to enhance or expand my body parts, or give me 10% of the Crown Prince of Nige­ri­a’s mon­ey trans­fers, or any­thing of the like.

Every once in a while, I go into the spam fold­er to clean it out.

One thing about GMail is that it scans my mail for key­words, and presents rel­a­tive­ly unob­tru­sive links on the pages based on what it finds. Things I might be inter­est­ed in.

I’ve noticed that the links in my spam fold­er are down­right scary. Not that it’s ads for Herbal V1@gr@, no. Some­how it’s worse:

French Fry Spam Casse­role — Bake 30–40 minutes
Savory Spam Cres­cents — Bake 12–15 min­utes or until gold­en brown
Spam Con­fet­ti Pas­ta — Prepa­ra­tion time 30 minutes

With­out a word of a lie, those are the last three links that I’ve had. I feel like I have my very own ver­sion of James Lileks’ Gallery of Regret­table Foods.

Election Time!

So today I did my civic duty™ and vot­ed in the local may­oral elec­tion. I was­n’t alone, either; accord­ing to the local access chan­nel (which is the only chan­nel actu­al­ly cov­er­ing the local elec­tion, since it was also elec­tion day in the cap­i­tal and around the province), there was almost a 40% vot­er turnout. I have no idea if that’s high, low, or meh.

Any­ways. I cast my bal­lot, went and got flang about (this being a judo night), went to Tim Hor­ton’s and got inter­viewed re: the elec­tion in the park­ing lot, and then came home. Hop­ing to find some info, I traipsed over to the local news­pa­per’s web­site, and got this:

Brandonsun.com will be down for maintenance until Thursday Morning (October 26th). Sorry for the inconvience.

What? What kind of fool kills the web­site for the only paper in town on elec­tion night? Crap.

But they’re on the local access chan­nel, like I said, so at least I now know that the incum­bent has a wal­lop­ing 63% of the vote, with about 25% of the polls report­ing. So it does­n’t look like any of the mem­bers of the so-called three-hand­cuff cir­cus* will be get­ting in…

The cov­er­age of the elec­tion remind­ed me this evening of one of my pet gram­mat­i­cal peeves. Bear with me; this may seem pedan­tic. (Well, actu­al­ly, it is pedan­tic. But this is my blog, so I’ll do what I like.)

Now, ever since Microsoft added the so-called “Smart” Quotes to Word, their word proces­sor, I’ve always gone in, found the set­ting in Tools->Options, and dis­abled them. Why? Because they’re stu­pid, that’s why.

Smart” Quotes work fine in the con­text they’re intend­ed: wrap­ping a word or phrase in match­ing quotes. The prob­lem comes in when you try to use them in a con­trac­tion like ’tis or ’06 (when you’re so lazy you’d rather type ’06 instead of 2006).

So let’s say, for instance, that you want to have a big, huge head­er on your TV screen that says “ELECTION ‘06”. Here’s what it should look like:
ELECTION ’06

Here’s what it looks like on CTV:
ELECTION ‘06

Note the apos­tro­phe. If you can’t see the dif­fer­ence, you’re insuf­fi­cient­ly uptight about gram­mar. Some­times I’m amazed I ever went on dates.

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* We’ve got three out of six may­oral can­di­dates who have his­to­ry with the law. One was con­vict­ed of fraud about 15 years ago, served his time, and is now try­ing to get his con­vic­tion over­turned; one went to court today on var­i­ous charges; and a third goes to court on Octo­ber 30th for his part in an alleged assault on anoth­er can­di­date. I tell you, at least it ain’t boring.

Amusing comments

I like find­ing that peo­ple who write code have a sense of humour:

This lets you spec­i­fy which char­ac­ters are per­mit­ted with­in your URLs. When some­one tries to sub­mit a URL with dis­al­lowed char­ac­ters they will get a warn­ing message.

As a secu­ri­ty mea­sure you are STRONGLY encour­aged to restrict URLs to as few char­ac­ters as pos­si­ble. By default only these are allowed: a‑z 0–9~%.:_-

Leave blank to allow all char­ac­ters — but only if you are insane. 

Well, it made me laugh.

More nerdiness…

…if you’ll per­mit me.

Code Ignit­er rocks*.


It was a geeky night for me. I watched an episode of Bat­tlestar Galac­ti­ca, then fid­dled with Code Ignit­er for an hour that felt like ten min­utes. I think I’m going to try and use CI for a web­site that will allow me to give friends and fam­i­ly the abil­i­ty to read and com­ment on my fic­tion, with­out throw­ing it open for the whole of the inter­net to read.

I guess the next step is to plan out the data­base struc­ture, and then write some more CI code. And write some more fic­tion, too, of course…

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* I sup­pose that should be spelled “r0x0rz”, but I can’t stand 1337-“speak”.

You learn something new every day

So we have this lit­tle time-waster com­put­er game that is a bit like Bog­gle, in that you have to cre­ate words from a clus­tered bunch of let­ters. I was play­ing it, and in a des­per­a­tion move I spelled the word ZARF.

And it took it.

Hmmm, says I. So I end­ed the game and went to that great agglom­er­a­tion of knowl­edge, the internet.

What­taya­know, it is a word, and what’s more, I’ve used one and nev­er known what it’s called.

Some quick reviews

It’s been a busy few days.

Thurs­day: we went to Super­man Returns. The movie was okay, but I think it could have been a lot more fun. Super­man was dull and flat, and Lois was just depressed. For­tu­nate­ly, Lex Luthor was a show-steal­er, and pro­vid­ed most of the laughs (though there were moments where Jim­my Olsen’s imper­turbably pos­i­tive world­view made me think of Will Fer­rell, in a good way).

Fri­day: I bought Clone Wars Vol I and II and Mike Pat­ton’s lat­est project, Peep­ing Tom.

Peep­ing Tom is an eclec­tic mix of tunes. Mike Pat­ton (lead singer for the now-defunct Faith No More, among oth­er things) teams up with a bunch of dif­fer­ent peo­ple. Appar­ent­ly the sound files were trans­ferred via email between the var­i­ous par­tic­i­pants dur­ing the album’s ges­ta­tion peri­od. I enjoy the tunes; some­where online I read that the project is “pop music as Mike Pat­ton would like to define pop music”.

Giv­en that Pat­ton’s voice is one of the rea­sons that I liked Faith No More so much–he’s got a range from gut­tur­al, death-met­al low reg­is­ters, all the way up to a nasal falset­to, and he sounds par­tic­u­lar­ly nasty when he’s stage-whispering–it seems nat­ur­al that I would like this album. And I do.

Inter­est­ing note: One of his co-con­spir­a­tors is Norah Jones. And she swears.

Peep­ing Tom on Conan O’Brien, per­form­ing “Mojo”, the album’s first sin­gle Tak­en off of YouTube due to copy­right violations.

We also rent­ed Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, which was a fun, vio­lent, swear-filled romp. It was a lot of fun to watch, sort of in the Pulp Fic­tion vein (in more ways than one, really).

And tonight I watched Vol­ume II of Clone Wars (I’d already seen Vol­ume I at my sis­ter’s place, cour­tesy of my bro-in-law). Vol­ume II was just as well-done as Vol­ume I. Why o why could­n’t the pre­quel tril­o­gy have been this good?

One of the extras on the DVD was a short film called Revenge of the Brick. It’s bril­liant. Espe­cial­ly the orches­tral bit at the end. Enjoy!

Oh, one more sort-of Star Wars relat­ed item. A cow-ork­er for­ward­ed this to me, and now I’m con­tem­plat­ing buy­ing the album. It’s a song called “Crazy”, by a band called Gnarls Barkley.