Thursday 22 July 2004

Branflakesmobilengr??ven:TNG — 1994-2004

That's right, boys and girls. Branflakesmobile: TNG, which brought you such great trips as That Trip to Wolfville, Those Trips to Maine, and That Trip to Maine, through Quebec, Ontario, upstate New York and New England, has, at 378780 km. entered her long deserved retirement. Hopefully, a new owner can be found for her who will treat her with the respect she deserves.

But without further ado, let me introduces Branflakesmobile III: The Search for Branflakes. A very sleek, svelte, 2004 Toyota Echo in piercing navy blue, with 704 km. on the odometer. In short, an incredibly sexy car. With a second gear that's about as easy to get into as a Chevette. :-/

In other news, I'm preaching this Sunday at Bridgewater United Church, 10:00AM, which will be broadcast at 11:00 AM on FM 98.1, CKBW. Worship resources, including the pastoral prayer, and sermon, to be posted here when they're ready.

Aside from that, I've recently developed a fondness for orchestral and piano arrangements of music from Final Fantasy. Some of the most amazing and profoundly moving instrumental music I've heard in a long time. Search for 'Final Fantasy music' on Google for samples.

TTFN.

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Wednesday 7 July 2004

Stealmata

For the few, the proud, the brave, the... deaf, who haven't heard me complain about it yet, it's been an exciting week at work so far. Overnight on Monday, a thief or thieves broke into the library and stole more than $10K worth of laptops, leaving a trail of broken glass and blood behind them on their adventure through the building.

Three comments to the thieves:

(1) Don't bother coming back. We don't have any more technology left that's worth stealing. ;-)
(2) Bleed on my requests, will ya? Not on my shift. Be prepared to be... deregistered.
(3) I hope you get found, and get sentenced. More than likely to poorly-enforced probation, especially if you are (quite probably) a young offender.

In the realm of good news, one of the laptops was recovered today. we don't know where, or in what condition, but that can't be bad news. :-)

To break into our building, they smashed a window in one of our doors with their fists. In honour of this, I've decided to call the scars from the resulting injury the "steal-mata", after the stigmata, or marks resembling those of the crucified Christ.

Sacrilcious, I know. But so very funny. :-D

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