Archive for September, 2002

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002

Everyday Should Be A Holiday

There definitely is something to be said for taking a holiday every once in a while, and just doing nothing. Statuatory holidays don’t count – half the enjoyment is knowing that you are off when everyone else is not.

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002

Add It Up

It’s been brought to my attention that those guys with the 04 hardhats would not be Frosh this year – the Frosh this year would have hardhats that say 07. Versus mine which said 99 back in 94. Which basically means that :

a) my arithmetic skills suck

and

b) I am even older than I thought I was.

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002

I Have The Power!

See that? Little segue off my He-Man rant yesterday! Clever clever.

Got a new power supply for the computer. Compared to the one I got last year that didn’t even survive 10 months, this one’s a beast. Heavy freaking duty! And the fan starts when I turn the computer on, like an obedient power supply should. We are pleased.

Happy moment of the day : saw a man walking his dog. He had a parrot on his shoulder. The parrot didn’t seem to crazy about sudden movements, but seemed content enough, regardless.

Depressing moment of the day : University of Toronto Frosh Week – passed a mob of engineers (mob being the correct English term for a group of engineers) who had ’04’ stenciled on their hardhats. Which means the frosh at Waterloo would have ’05’ on theirs. Mine said ’99’.

Damnation.

Monday, September 2nd, 2002

Not A Fan

So my computer fan has decided to start taking unannounced days off. Twice today my computer has shut down spontaneously due to overheating. I let it cool down a bit and restart and it’s fine, but it seems the fan just, well, stops. This is not a good thing. I will have to go get a new power supply this week. This’ll be the second one I’ve gone through on this box. The first died about 10 months ago in a spectacular explosion. Go hard or go home, sez I.

Cleaned up the rehearsal space real nice tonight, as there was nothing else to do. Practiced my drumming. Cause Lord knows I need the practice.

Monday, September 2nd, 2002

Masters Of Crap

Caught some of the much-vaunted new ‘Masters Of The Universe’ cartoon today. What an amazing pile of shit. The animation wouldn’t have been decent quality 15 years ago when they first foisted this dreck on us. The writing was just as bad. I ask you – what’s the point? I understand it’s just marketing to my generation’s sense of nostalgia, but for the love of God, at least make an effort! As a sidebar, I saw the new action figures at the Silver Snail on Friday. They looked pretty much the same as any other adult-targeted McFarlane-era action figure. He-Man looked like a hunchback.

They also had G-Force action figures. Now THOSE were cool. I’m waiting for the Jason figure.