Tuesday, 28 May 2002

A Great Adventure

"...as we set sail, we ask God's blessing on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked."
- John F. Kennedy

As you probably know if you're reading this, I'm not a person prone to taking risks, or to doing something without obscenely preplanning how it's going to work out. I guess it's safe to say that this weekend was an exception to my rules, then.

Two friends, two pillows, a blanket, and some food got piled into my car on about five minutes notice on Saturday night (around 7:30), and off we headed to PEI.

We arrived on the island at 12:01AM Sunday morning, and, having gottten approximately no sleep the night before, proceded to find a place to stay. We found one (for about an hour) in the guise of a parking lot at Slemon Park, just outside of Summerside, until the nice security guard woke us and told us we had to leave.

Ultimately, we found ourselves in a nice, but obscenely overpriced room at Keddy's Linkletter Inn and Convention Centre in downtown Summerside. The comfort of a bed (compared to a car seat) and the prospect of sleep (compared to "not sleep") more than nullified our thoughts as to the cost.

Sunday - the true adventure begins. Our goal - visit all seven Cows stores in Prince Edward Island.

Cap it off with a last minute dash to the seventh store (and our ride home) on the MV Confederation, and some really good chicken-fried rice at the Magic Wok restaurant in Charlottetown, and it made for a pretty h3lla-sw33t weekend.

Pictures to follow. Also expect more updates and less general page-assness in the relatively near future (that is, days or weeks, as compared to never).


Friday, 29 March 2002

Too Busy to be Alone

Exams are coming up. Time to go home. Find work. Sleep. Mmmmmmmm.... sleep.

I won't be writing for a while due to the impending business (exams). This is to let you now I'm not dead, and stuff. Though on occasion, I think I'd be less busy if I were. :-)

Catch y'all soon.

Friday, 15 February 2002

6000 Hours

6000 hours. That's how long a Sylvania 60-watt lightbulb is rated for before it will apparently blow.

This was determined after years of pain-staking examinations by a crack team of Harvard-educated scientists, extensive rounds of laboratory and animal testing, and finally, in desperation, as all these methods seemed to fail, looking at an obviously aged, sunshine yellow-tinted lightbulb above a table at JJ Rossy's (here, the subject of a case study by Acadia's Business department). There, in fact, under the saffron glow of that light at JJ's, is where most of this entry was written on February 8, 2002.

And he went on to say...

6000 hours sounds like an eternity, doesn't it? Dude... it's actually only a
little more than eight months. I've been single longer than that. Nearly twice as long as that. In the time that I've been single, think about the countless lightbulbs that have either been mutilated by power surges, been shaken or moved while hot (apparently, a Bad Thing), or who, after a long life of trying its best to be a beacon onto others, just decided to up and quit. Sounds like my life to me. But, then, let's be sure to recall also that I'm appalingly melodramatic. :-)

Remind me how much I hate Cyndi Lauper. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. And, to quote that old man in the bar in The Wedding Singer, "...and rip your heart out through your ass."

Vote overzealous melodrama.

Wednesday, 9 January 2002

On This Webpage

Just for the benefit of the CUTC people who are probably coming to look at this page, I thought I'd draw some of the particularly quirky characteristics of it to your attention.

Firstly, I realize my page is not terribly flashy. That's intentional... I never admitted to being a graphics designer. I'm just a dull, boring fellow, trying to let people take a peek into my dull, boring life. That said, I designed this page to
show that interoperable, cross-browser webpages need not be completely bland. This page, for example, while not terribly exciting, looks exactly the same in Internet Explorer, Netscape, or Opera, and is still entirely usable in Lynx.

This site adheres to no less than three W3C standards for hypertext document design, namely XHTML, CSS, and WAI. Links to information for these standards are available at the bottom of this page, and for the first two standards I named, actually show you the validation.

I hope you enjoy this site.

On Death (and Life)

It had been a long time since I last talked to Miranda Himmelman. Or even heard her name in a sentence. She was an old friend from elementary school. She was a year or two ahead of me, and we lost touch after her parents divorced, and she moved to the next county. Since birth, she had suffered from cystic
, a chronic illness of the digestive and respiratory systems. She died on Saturday from complications of her illness. She was 21.

Twenty one. I'm twenty. It scares the bejeezus out of me, sure. It also reminds me of how valuable every minute of life is.
Be happy. Spend time with friends. Love. And be loved. And so on.

Five minutes after that, I get an ICQ from my brother. He was in a car accident a few minutes earlier. He's okay, but he can't get in touch with my parents. So he ICQs me. The Internet paradigm taking over our world, indeed. Who knew? But we're glad he's okay.

So, in short, today wasn't a fun day. Foo.