Email has apparently decided to take a huge ass crap. I’m on MSN, and trying to figure out who I have to ninja kick to get nanswer on email things, but in the meantime… if you’ve emailed me, you may not get responded to as promptly as usual. Which… hasn’t been prompt at all the last couple weeks anyway. I’m on vacation, whatcha want?
ETA: Appropriate tech people have been drop kicked. For the moment, email is again playing nice. God I hope it stays that way…
While discussing the questionable actions of certain questionable people over IM last night, one of us came up with perhaps the most expressive form of wtf and frustration I’ve heard in like ever. “Oh, Jesus Christ almighty on Satan’s pogo stick.” I LOLed. Hard. Never let it be said that even the stupid, though it does cause massive amounts of headachery, doesn’t provide some form of offhanded yet unintentional entertainment value. Of course, it could just as easily have been the fact we were all bored to fucking tears. Whichever works.
Tonight’s Toronto versus Detroit baseball game is apparently going to be a very dry one. At least on the alcohol front. Folks got a little too rough and loud during last night’s game, so the alcohol and gaming commission suspended the stadium’s license to serve alcohol for 3 games as a result. Woops. Too much pass-time goin’ on with Canada’s second favourite pass-time. In other slightly related news, my poor team is losing. Granted, it’s only by a run, but… ow. Just ow.
Figured I’d break away from tradition a little bit and go *less* than a week since a fairly semi-successful string of updates before starting into the next one. Now hopefully the next one isn’t a week or six after this update. All that really ended up happening since Saturday was exactly what we were sort of expecting to happen. We ordered supper from a local place that does everything from pizza to pasta to subs to burgers to god only knows what else, and proceeded to stuff ourselves silly. Then we cracked open and killed a bottle of vanilla vodka (mixed, of course; we’re alcoholics, not suicidal). A lot of talking, generally about whatever, ended up happening that night. As well as a slow dance or few, because well, we do that kinda thing when our random selection of music decides to play something one can slow dance to. All told, Jess didn’t end up going to bed until about 6:30 or so on Sunday morning. I stayed up to finish my drink, then joined her about an hour or so later. Sunday was pretty much recovery. The only real productive thing that was done ended up being a run to the grocery store for afore mentioned things on which we were running low. Other than that, very little was done that didn’t involve cleaning house. I was eventually able to substitute JAWS for Window Eyes on this machine (Thanks, Krista (squeaky88)!). And that was about as technical asI felt like being post-alcohol. There was RP to be had, and there was recovery time to be had. And then there was this morning. Jess made her return to work, I scouted teh intarwebz for employment, which of course doesn’t exist. And now, Jess should be on her way home, so I’m gonna go do that thing where I do stuff in time for her to get here. Or something.
Not that a whole lot really went on since the last time I posted something that wasn’t a link, but y’know. Jessica (samari76) and I are still finding plenty of ways to have all kinds of good times over here. Tuesday it involved a tiny little sellebration here at home of her last test result in class, since the nice little coffee shop we wanted to go to apparently closed an hour earlier than we thought it did. Oops. Although, to be fair, I thought it did but could never really remember. So we just sat around here and cooked something up for foodage.
Wednesday was sort of a personal day of sorts, with us not really doing a whole lot beyond being awake. Mostly because it was just generally all manner of craptastical outside to the point of not really knowing whether or not our rather chaotic weather paterns were coming or going. We did decide, though, that since local weather was being a royal bitch and making it difficult for us to really enjoy ourselves in any kind of relaxing manner outside our own apartment, the first nice day or two we actually came across would be taken full advantage of.
That would be Thursday, and the advantage would be taken with a walk for coffee that couldn’t be obtained the day before, or the night before that. We got ourselves a couple peppermint lattes (she in a moment of insanity got an ice latte, poor girl), and killed pretty close to an hour I’d imagine just sitting outside at the coffee shop talking and the like. We headed it back here, and I made an attempt at getting her computer to play nice with, like, everything while she got herself ready for and wandered on over to class. I eventually managed to convince this thing that yes, in fact, there are other ways of solving problems aside from choking horribly on itself and dying right before my very nonfunctional eyes.
Friday was the sellebration we were planning on having earlier in the week, only we went all out with this one. It started at about 9:00 or so, when we headed to the Cracker Barrel for breakfast. We spent the morning there, stuffed ourselves silly, did a little browsing, then sat outside for about an hour talking while we waited for our lift back home. Once back home, we thought about doing a real quick grocery run seeing as we were running a little low on a few things. And then promptly decided it could bloody well wait, and spent the afternoon fighting with food coma instead. We did manage to recover from that, and both of us were in a mood for Mexican. So, a 25 minute walk later, we were up at the school where Jessica’s taking her massage therapy course (also where she is right now), which has on its downstairs level a quite deliciously awesome mexican place called Selina’s (spelling may be off, but I could care less). An idea roughly of exactly how good the place is: it was packed as hell, to the point where when we did manage to get there (7:30 or so), they were predicting wait times of upwards of an hour and a quarter. We ended up not actually waiting that long, which was good, since we weren’t looking forward to the prospect of it being within eyesight of 11:00 before we found our way back home.
It had been raining a fair bit when we walked up, but we were sort of halfway hoping it’d manage to let up when we were looking to come back. So we weren’t overly concerned about the walk back, seeing as even if it hadn’t really let up, it was still fairly nice out there, rain or not. The food there was, of course, holy fucking awesome. We thought about dessert, but only for maybe about 30 seconds. And instead, we asked for the bill.
The walk back was when things started to get really interesting. Instead of letting up as we’d originally thought it would, it was actually raining a little harder, I think. It had gotten a bit cooler as well, but that was both to be expected and nothing we hadn’t prepared for. Problem is, it kept cooling. All told, by the time we got home, not only was Jess freezing, but I think so was the rain. I don’t think I’ve been out in weather like that, particularly in April, in a very long time. And I could probably stand to go another very long time before doing it again. I don’t mind the cold, but I so wasn’t dressed for freezing rain and possibly snow. Which, according to some friends this morning, is precisely what we were getting hammered with when Jess took off at 8:00 for her all-day clinnic. And by the sounds of things right now, the crap factor outside has yet to do any sort of actual improving.
On the bright side, we did get a lot of things accomplished this past week, including my attempt at installing Freedom Scientific‘s JAWS for Windows screenreader, only to discover neither she nor I realized she was running XP pro. I don’t have an authorization key for XP pro. That plan’s been put on hold until such time as we can price out what it would cost, or… um… otherwise obtain a key for JAWS to run on XP pro. Other than that, though, there was a lot accomplished on a personal front as well. We were kind of using this past week or so as a means of getting to know each other even better than we already do. This relationship thing’s still fairly new to me, so I’m still sort of learning my way around as I go. I’m sure she is too, which probably is what makes it easy. I haven’t the slightest idea what if anything we have planned for tonight, or even if we’re going to make an attempt to bother so much as stepping outside in that mess. But I do know there’s still a thing or 6 we both kind of decided we want to do before I go running off to Ottawa again. So if not today, then definitely at some point this coming week, there will be some kind of hell raised. What that actually translates to on a productivity front is anyone’s guess, but… oh well. So I won’t win any awards. I’ll live.
Seems they aren’t even coming close to selling out to google, or at least, not yet. And not for anything less than $1000000000, either. I dunno. Think they heard me? No, I didn’t think so either. Just checking.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my google, and I’m just now starting to love my twitter. But I don’t think I could get to love the idea of twitter.google.com or something. I’m all about supporting the newcomer to the field. You turned down being bought out by facebook, and I cheered (even though I didn’t post about it here). I can only hope the talks you’re entertaining now are solely to form some sort of partnership… google does not need any more services under its umbrella. I’m halfway inclined to think they’ve already spread themselves a little bit too thin in some areas.
Further proof that even in BC, where I wouldn’t mind moving at some point assuming I can actually aford to do so, there are people full of wtf. Including certain highschool principals who seem to take a certain pride in pissing people off while at the same time breaking the law. To enforce a rule against the usage of cell phones in class, he’s decided he’d just install a cell phone jammer. Conveniently ignoring and/or forgetting that, hey, dood? They is illegal. So now, not only does he look like an ass and a moronic one trying to maintain some semblence of controll over something that really shouldn’t make a difference anyway IMHO, but he’s left instead to fend for himself in the legal arena too in defense of the fact he so blatantly did exactly the wrong thing. The things folks will do to put a muzzle on a student or 6.
I give thee, Cheech and Chong – Up in Smoke (love the bandwidth, right click and download before playing). My uncle also used to do a somewhat interesting rendition of that song. Only I don’t remember himi getting quite so fancy with the guitar. Of course, it was years ago, so it could be that I just haven’t got a clue.
And some of them, well okay, a lot of them, occupy cells in a jail near you. But I never really and truely believed people could be quite this brainless. A UK prison, probably like most prisons in Canada/the US, doesn’t allow innmates to have cell phones. So when an innmate was found with one, it was promptly removed from his possession. That cell phone is then used in a training exercise with police dogs, and subsequently destroyed. See, this is where common sense, which had sort of been tagging along up until this point, apparently decides to take a small vacation. The guy is now suing the prison because of it, saying they should have just put the phone in storage until he was released, and then given it back to him. Guess he doesn’t know the definition of contraband? Or does he just think he’s actually smarter than the general population (remember, he’s the one in prison, not them). There’s clueless, but then there’s… wo, clueless. I expect him to lose that lawsuit just on basic principle. Unless they want to be having that exact same conversation about other, potentially less legal contraband items.