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Why synthetic fibre deforestation is hurting our economy

Friday, February 29th, 2008

I was flipping channels and the CP24 ticker flashed something about “North American polyester shortage”, and I said wah??

Completely true:

A North American shortage of polyester — a fabric that became the butt of bad jokes in the 80s — has cost 250 workers their jobs at a high-tech Nygard plant in Winnipeg.

Perhaps this rude awakening will force our fashion trendsetters to move on from the 80′s discosluttery currently available in every woman’s retail outlet. (And really, having Winnipeg AND polyester shortage in the same sentence pushes “butt of bad jokes” over the top.)

Then again, how hard is it to manufacture this stuff? Don’t you just mush up some PVC pipe, add some colour and then bake?

Intestinal fortitude

Friday, February 29th, 2008
You Are a Colon
You are very orderly and fact driven.
You aren’t concerned much with theories or dreams… only what’s true or untrue.

You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched.
You like to make lists and sort through things step by step. You aren’t subject to whim or emotions.

Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice.
(But they are a little sick of you being right all of the time!)

You excel in: Leadership positions

You get along best with: The Semi-Colon

Seen on WTF Have I Done? 

I present to you, Gilbert! and a fairly healthy cat

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

gilbertomg, THIS is the fella that my sister adopted. Television is an excellent marker to give you scale. He loves kids and is adjusting to his new life.

In other news, JL went to the vet today. He’s got a skin lesion of sorts on his leg. I think it’s an allergic reaction gone awry and he’s been picking at it.

Anyway, other than that he’s very healthy, sugar levels are perfect, musculature good and temper still in the French sailor range.

I embarrassed him by kissing him in front of strangers.

Why my sister is crazy

Monday, February 25th, 2008

A few years ago, my step-father’s mother decided that she couldn’t care for her Chihuahua anymore, so my sister took in the dog – named Buffy with absolutely no irony nor understanding of why that name would be culturally relevant. (The previous one was “Buddy”. Apparently, she find two-syllable names starting with “B” to be easier to say.)

Buffy is fully integrated into the family – that’s 3 adults, 2 kids a 100-pound German Shephard and a Chihuahua in a bungalow.

But now another step-relative needs to give up their dog, and it’s my sister to the rescue again – for a Great Dane. Named Gilbert (rocks).

I can’t wait to see the Dane/Chihuahua pictures.

Spammer update

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

Lee heard from the spammer! Well, the spammer’s brother who spun a tale that he was trying to cover some negative publicity he brother received by posting comments that would be picked up by the search engines.

Lee is very gracious, but I think the guy knew exactly what he was doing, and that it’s called “spam”.

See Lee’s post here: http://quityourdayjob.com.au/archives/1086 

Never give up…

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

but maybe keep an eye out for an opening at the other end.

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Er…

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

Melle and I have booked our tickets to France! Now we have to wait until May before the adventure gets underway. We’ll be visiting the Languedoc region – Carcassonne, Narbonne, Nimes and probably some vineyards in between (but alas, no naturist beaches).

We were booking hotel rooms, and this one offered a “double douche”, and a “double bain”.

We chose the double douche. We’re just hoping it actually means “shower”.

Cartography

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Last night on the way home from an excellent dinner with kemmerson, Melle and I were discussing traffic lights. Specifically, the ones that have the “tweet” noise so that blind people know when to cross. It all came about because there was a sign saying that there were “unusual traffic indicators” ahead, but all we could see were traffic lights.

In K-W, there are tweeters only at some lights, so were trying to figure out how they decided where to put them. I mean, did they pay some students to map the migratory patterns of blind people? But then we thought just put some paint on their shoes – no problem. You could even have paint trays kind of like the trays you have to walk through to block hoof-and-mouth disease, only with paint. Brilliant, no?

And here I am tonight futzing with maps of a different kind. To wit, how to get from Carcassonne to Nimes on land. In a mixture of French and English sites, I’ve been able to piece together that we can probably get there by train and/or bus, but they don’t make it easy to navigate or book a ticket. Merde!

Melle has suggested we flash the girls and get a ride. I figure I’m more useful telling the driver where we want to go.However we get there, there will be wine.

Blindness

Friday, February 15th, 2008

Speaking of napping, I had a corker today. Only I also had one of my “dreams”. When I’m busy and/or stressed and there’s lots of factors to be considered, I have a blindness dream. Invariably, I’m in some situation which absolutely requires that I see what I’m doing, only I can’t see, nor open my eyes. These dreams are always meta-dreams, in that I am physically aware that I’m sleeping and that I can’t open my eyes and that if I could, then the dream would resolve itself. I know there’s some physical explanation regarding how one’s body is rendered inert during certain stages of sleep. Though I can’t say that aliens have ever visited me when this happens.

In this case, I was napping on the couch in my dream (as in reality), but it was at my father’s house that isn’t really my father’s house. And some cousins were visiting (dream cousins – don’t know the blokes from Adam), and they had a nice car. The “danger” part of the dream was that I had to get up and drive somewhere, so I got in the car and backed up but of course, I couldn’t see where I was going because I couldn’t see. Driving blind is not good and the most blatant of metaphors.

The next step will be that I go back to that dream tonight and I’ll open my eyes and fix the situation. Sometimes it goes with it that an answer comes to me for whatever issue I’m facing.

This one’s nothing like the dream I had a few weeks ago whereby I was paid by a wife to bed her husband who was a small French man in a pirate shirt who had a thing for Postal vans. Oh, and I speared a crocodile in their moat (like an Amazon!) at his request.

Could be my t-shirt

Friday, February 15th, 2008

cat on books