• The job market’s broken. I actually found one.

    Well, okay, so it was just one that I could actually apply to and not have me be severely underqualified, but still. This marks the first job application I actually submitted since–now, let me think–March of this year. Yep, in Ottawa, of all places, the market for people with my admittedly somewhat specialised skillset was actually dead for about 3 months. Technically, it’s still dead–the job’s a sales by phone gig at Home Depot, but still. It was more than I was staring at a week ago.

    Now, I’ll be very surprised indeed if it actually results in employment prospects. If it does, Jessica will have officially become my good luck charm–the last potential interview I landed, I was hanging out at her place. If I land an interview here, she’ll be up here when I find out. But, more importantly, it will be the first actual interview I’ve had since late 2009. If we are, indeed, heading for that potential labour shortage that’s been talked about before, this could be an amazingly good sign. Or maybe I’m just hoping like hell I can get off ODSP soonishly before it makes me go broke. either’s not entirely invalid and both would be good for me. Either way, this is a start. I’ll take it.

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  • Happy father’s day.

    Whatever your plans are today, try and at least take a moment to call up your father figure and see how they’re doing. And, hey, if you’re so inclined, throw a little good fortune his way–he’s probably done something to deserve it. The family’s getting together for breakfast later this morning as part of the whole father’s day thing, since he won’t be around for most of the day. Beyond that, it’ll just be business as usual–which is exactly the way he likes it. Whatever it is you’re planning, enjoy it. And have a drink for me.

    You’ll note I said “father figure” as opposed to anything else. There are people out there–I used to know a few–who don’t actually acknowledge their bio father as their father figure. For that, they turn to someone else–a stepfather, an uncle, a family friend, a teacher–any number of people. They’re just as important to those who consider them a father figure as any father could be. This is as much their day as it is every other dad out there, and it should be no less important. If you look at him like a father, this is his day. Enjoy it. And make sure he does, too. He’ll thank you for it. Happy father’s day.

  • Formspring now has me. Breakage may or may not occur.

    I’m now on formspring. I have absolutely no idea why, other than random curiosity. It, naturally, may or may not be used. In the event it gets used, there’s a thinggy in the right sidebar if you’re eyeing up the website directly–right above the twitter stream. If you don’t feel like hopping over to the site to ask me something pointless/random/whatever, you can now easily do it from here. If I think the question can be expanded on and/or discussed, it may just end up a topic for blogging’s sake. If not, well, keep trying. I might. If I even use it at all–which, surprisingly, is likely.

    Also: if you happen to be on Twitter, drop me a line. I’ll be posting my questions and answers there. Besides, you like conversation–don’t you?

  • Imagine how many decent drivers this would create.

    This post on a tech blog I frequently read got me thinking, which is usually something dangerous more often than not. With the way people have been buying up lottery tickets lately, what would happen if instead of people getting pulled over and/or caught on camera just for speeding, what if the money from issued tickets actually went towards something semi-productive? Yes, I mean besides helping to pay for a get together conference the majority of Canada doesn’t actually give a damn about. Like, for example, the ticket money could be pooled together on either a provincial or national basis, and issued out in jackpot format every so often–not unlike the draw taking place tonight for the 6/49 in Ontario.

    Basicly, if you haven’t been driving like an absolute crazed maniac worthy of landing yourself at the very least a hefty ticket and at the most time well wasted in jail, you’d qualify for the draw. And if you decided your foot gained weight the second you got behind the wheel, you’d still get the privelege of paying into that jackpot. Suddenly, I don’t think being pulled over or caught on camera would necessarily always be such a major ordeal at that point.

    Regardless to what your opinion is on anything from advertising to who should pay to maintain the police services, I’ve yet to meet anyone who either hates getting free money or likes giving away their money–even if, and often especially if, they’re giving away their money because of something stupid that was entirely within their realm of control–like, say, speeding. If all people have to do in order to guarantee themselves at least a shot at a few thousand dollars is nothing short of behaving themselves, I suspect most people would probably be a little more mindful of the posted speed limit. I’d be equally inclined to think if most people knew their fine would be going straight into the pocket of some well-behaved driver instead of theirs, they’d probably be doing the same–or at least bitching about it a little more when the ticket came in the mail, which would hopefully clue them in just that little bit more.

    I’m going to differ from the linked post, though, and say I think it should be run much like our lottery corporations are run–minus the OLG-style kerfuffle that took up a pretty huge chunk of last year’s headlines. They should take a percentage–a small percentage–of the ticket earnings, such that they could continue to maintain something resembling normal operations, while at the same time letting the rest build into the jackpot payout. Assuming current trends remain so far as number of tickets issued, even a small percentage would probably still be a nice little chunk of change. So even if it were 50/50, whoever ran the arangement would make a profit and there’d still be plenty left over to make some law-obeying driver very, very happy.

    Now, because at least one person’s probably sitting there thinking socialism, I’ll explain why it’s not. It’s entirely user contributed–one of those user fees Quebec’s apparently getting fond of. If you’re not caught speeding, you aren’t paying into the system. If you are, then you are. Meanwhile, if you behave yourself long enough, there’s a chance you could make a tidy profit off those other morons who decided the speed limit was just a suggestion. Fewer speeders, smaller jackpot. Fewer times caught speeding, fewer trips to the bank to add to the size of that jackpot.

    The way I see it, you pay to ride the bus in one way, shape or form. Same with the train. You pay to gain access to the gym–those of you that do it fairly close to regularly. Hell, in most grocery stores nowadays, you pay for the privelege of using a plastic bag. You don’t wanna pay for that bus trip, that train ticket, that gym membership, or that plastic bag? Fine; no one’s forcing you. But you don’t get to use it. Similarly, if you don’t wanna pay to go huge over the speed limit, fine; again, no one’s forcing you. Don’t speed. If laws took that kind of approach rather than the straight pull over, ticket, fine, see ya later approach, we might actually see people more inclined to behave themselves. especially if the odds are halfway decent.

    Money talks. It always has, and unless we go all star Trek in the near future and it isn’t required, it probably always will. Someone waves free money at you, you’ll take it. Someone waves a bill at you, you’ll probably get pissed for about 5 minutes, then eventually, grudgingly, pay it–or not, if you like the whole legal battle scenario. I can’t see why that kind of arangement wouldn’t work for encouraging more actual legal behaviour. Anyone feel like coming up with reasons why it wouldn’t? I’m open.

  • The rules of apartment renting don’t apply in a small town.

    Take the act of actually paying your rent as a perfect example. If you happen to live somewhere like in Ottawa, failure to pay the rent on your part resulted in a warning of eviction notice on the part of the landlord a week or two later. It doesn’t matter if you have the money and they didn’t try to take it, or they tried and you didn’t have the money. Compare that to somewhere like Pembroke. Apparently, not taking one’s due rent–even if you have the cheque that says you can do so and even if the money exists–is perfectly fine. I might be inclined to say normal. Of course, equally normal–for the building I live in, anyway–is to not actually get your landlord on the phone to figure out if he does, indeed, intend to cash the said rent cheque, or if it’s just going to sit there collecting dust while he does I’m not sure what. I’ve lived here for almost a year now, and I think I’ve actually gotten him on the phone all of twice.

    I handed him 6 months worth of rent cheques in April; he’s already cashed two of them. This month’s rent should have been drawn at the latest by the seventh of the month. As it’s currently ten days later, and I still have more money than I should, I’ve spent a large part of today trying to invent a means of geting him to wake up and answer his phone, short of showing up at his front door with cash in hand. If I can’t drag an answer out of the man by Monday, I’m halfway tempted to do just that.

    I’ve been contemplating finding an apartment over here that may or may not be slightly cheaper than what I’m paying right now, in an attempt to stop my bank account from sliding in altogether the wrong direction. At the moment, cheaper or not, at this point I’d settle for a landlord that’s actually available. I’m not a huge fan of talking to someone’s voicemail–particularly voicemail on a cell phone. I’m an even less huge fan of it when we’re talking money owed that has not been collected. I’m significantly less of a huge fan when the owner of that cell phone who’s voicemail I’m forced to talk to is extremely bad at returning phone calls. I get the pleasure of having to contend with all three rolled up into one.

    Tiny little note to my ever so pleasant landlord. I’m trying to give you money. Or, rather, I’ve given you permission to go right ahead and take my money. I’ve even given you that permission for the next four months. I have money, which you have not taken. Please to be rectifying this situation quickly, lest you like the idea of irritated blind man showing up at your front door. I can oblige, if you’d prefer. Personally, I’d just prefer you take my money. No love, the irritated blind man.

    Also: He clearly loves his voicemail. Just called yet again. Is there a legal method for firing your landlord while still keeping the apartment?

    Update: Superintendant dood doesn’t have an answer either. Yay multiple levels of stupid. Now we both get to wait for the guy or guys who actually own(s) the place. Go me.

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  • And they want me to vote for this?

    Canada’s parliament. Also known as that place where the country’s future–and sometimes present–are decided almost overnight. Sometimes. Or, rather, that place that inevitably takes me back to my highschool days. Really, now. this? In Ottawa? Really?

    The remainder of question period was notable mostly for the insults. “Sit down, you clown!” a voice from the Liberal ranks bellowed at Conservative minister John Baird. “Kiss and make up!” a Conservative taunted Liberal Denis Coderre, who is still on the outs with party leadership.

    You know it’s bad when folks from overseas feel way too familiar watching from the sidelines.

    Dorjee said she has watched India’s parliamentarians in action on TV, and pronounced it “quite similar” to the Canadian version.

    “I guess this is how it’s done,” she said with a slight grimace.

    If anyone else has questions re: the lack of voter turnout for elections, might I suggest they ask our local parliamentarians. Or, if they want a straight answer, Ms. Dorjee. In the meantime, anyone wanna play “Whack an MP”?

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  • Linode goes RAM crazy, prompts me to start considering migration.

    Everyone knows about my love afair with Linux. Specificly, Gentoo. Unfortunately, it being a source-based distribution means escentially any system maintenance task–like, say, installing a new program or updating an existing one–is potentially going to be a bit of a memory hog. Hence why I started using Linode for a lot of my playing around work–they give me an environment I don’t need to worry about breaking, the tools with which to potentially break it, and a price tag that doesn’t end up breaking my wallet. And, as of yesterday, they’re handing out more memory with which to break things. Now, one of my VPS’s on Linode presently has more memory than my only VPS on DreamHost, for about the same price. Woopsies. You know what that means.

    It’s once again time to consider tossing around that age old debate. To slowly move everything away from DH, or not to. That is the eternal question. I’ve been pretty happy with their overall performance for the last 5 years, moving from shared to now VPS hosting during that time–and, yes, branching out to Linode as it’s been needed. They’ve had a few network issues, and I’ve had to prod tech support in the rear end a time or two, but they’ve been decent. In comparison, I’ve almost never actually needed to talk with Linode’s tech support–most server related issues I can fix myself, and most hardware/network related issues they’re usually aware of before I am. Still, when needed, both DreamHost and Linode have been pretty quick with their assistance. Why do I still stick with DH? Simply put, the manually editing of Apache‘s configuration files. I’ve done it before, on a minor skale or two. Much more than that and I fear it may result in irreparable brain damage. Similarly, setting up and maintaining an email system is probably second most likely to give me brain damage–even if I do decide to go with Postfix and have a pretty semi-nifty solution to the general, day to day administering of things like creating new users, etc. I could, presumedly, just let Google Apps handle email, but there’s something to be said about actually being able to control a semi-important system like that myself. And, if I did move entirely self-hosted, I’d probably want that.

    So, while I figure out if and/or when I should start this whole migrating to my own server thing, I fully intend to take complete advantage of the extra memory being dumped on me by one of my awesome hosts. Which means those folks I’m currently hosting on one of those servers? Yeah, I’m looking at you. You’re about to get a performance boost. Happy 7th birthday, Linode. Even if it is a day late and a dollar short.

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  • Poll: All day kindergarten. Good idea, or political suicide?

    Ontario is expanding their all day kindergarten policies this year, including adding 16 more schools in Ottawa. I’m interested to know if you think it’s a good move, or if Daltun McGuinty’s finally come completely unglooed. Leave your opinions in the poll below, or in the comments if you’re so inclined. Folks reading this via RSS will have to click on over to the site to vote.

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  • More nephew pictures, as threatened.

    My family has entirely too much fun on a long weekend. Particularly on a May two-four weekend. It was no different this year. Food, alcohol, music, awesome weather, and time spent in the back yard with an 8-month-old future quarterback or something. My parents put up a swing of sorts for him this summer, so they could have an excuse to keep him outside on days when it’s not overly boiling–personally, I think mom just did it for the purpose of pictures like this one. I approve. Just a-swingin'.

    As I hinted at in this post, perhaps aspiring to be just like your 8-month-old grandson may not be the best thing you could possibly do. As promised, the explanation, and the visual evidence. Dad’s looking at taking a course for the operation of heavy equipment, so he can get out of his current–well, now former–job, and into construction or something similar that gives him a little more free time to get things done that he actually needs to do. Mom made some comment about him being able to possibly make foreman shortly after getting this course and such out of the way. The nephew had himself situated on the floor, playing with a few of mom’s dishes–hey, it kept him away from the stove; work with me here. In the process, he decided to adopt this look. You don't need no stinkin hard hat. That's what your head's for.

    I think he’s on to something here. We snickered about that all evening. Mostly because I’m not entirely sure my dad completely caught onto it. Hell, it took me a few minutes to clue in–and I was standing right there when he did it. Wonder if dad’s rethinking his career choice yet. Sometimes, living here has its occasional good points. Or, at least, amusing ones.

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  • What’s your Gaelic name?

    Because I haven’t done one of these in a small forever. And, because I can. Have a quiz type thinggy. Also: possible new name for a future RP character? Possibly.


    Your Gaelic Name is Ninian Donnelly


    Time is a good story teller

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