Whatever’s Cool With Me

The idiot box did present me with pleasing images tonight. The Leafs pull victory from the jaws of defeat from the jaws of victory. The Raptors pull off an unexpected upset of Orlando and tonight’s episode of Buffy was exceptional.

It’s not all sunshine and lollipops though. Sood has finally knocked me out of first place in the hockey pool, at least right now (Colorado v Columbus and St. Louis v Vancouver still underway… come on Henrik Sedin!). I’m not surprised, I’ve only been clinging to first by the grace of Mario and he’s not been terribly productive of late. The end is nigh.

I am still happy about finding the chicken. I am not going mad!

Well into the third part of ‘The New York Trilogy’. I want very much to finish it but I also don’t because then it will be done… Next in line is Douglas Coupland’s ‘All Families Are Psychotic’. I think I need to go book shopping soon.

And coat shopping. I need a new coat.

np – Ryan Adams / Demolition

Power, Corruption and Lies

I was going to say something to the effect of, “I love MySQL-Front, it’s like being in God mode,” but horror of horrors, it seems development of MySQL-Front has been discontinued?!? There’s a new product call MyFrontEnd that I will have to investigate… but for now I will mourn the demise of one of my favorite little apps.

I am listening to the New Order BBC Radio 1 Live disc… I love this band but dear God, Bernard Sumner has some issues with singing live. He whoops and slurs and pitch seems to be little more than a vague suggestion. His guitar playing is pretty sloppy as well, which implies that Barney’s high on maybe a little more than just life? I’ve heard from more than one source that New Order were a dubious proposition live. I don’t think I need much more proof.

np – New Order / BBC Radio 1 Live In Concert

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Just been turned onto the Cult Of Ellen Feiss.

There’s not much I can say that the link doesn’t. Mac-O-Lanterns!

PS – Why has no one told me I can just drag and drop files from my local machine to my FTP sites through Windows Explorer? My life has now changed in ways I can’t begin to understand.

PPS – Another compelling argument to Switch.

np – Mark Eitzel / Songs Of Love (Live At The Borderline 1.17.91)

One Of Our Birds Is Missing

I could have sworn I bought a package of chicken breasts on Sunday whilst grocery shopping, but I can’t for the life of me find them. I even remember taking them out of the bag in the kitchen and putting them in the fridge, intending to separate them out later. Now? Nothing. No chicken in the fridge, the freezer, the trunk of the car… I figure there’s two possible scenarios. 1) I never bought chicken in the first place and am going slightly mad, or 2) they’re lying somewhere in the kitchen hidden from view, waiting to unleash some pungent assault on my olfactories in a day or two.

The Toronto Star has done an overhaul of their website to go along with the redesign of their print paper. About bloody time, the old site was god-awful.

Mark has bought himself a happy happy fun fun iPod and is showing everyone in the office how cool it is. It is cool, I won’t dispute that. I can’t ever see the day where I will be arsed to convert my CD collection into mp3 format or invest in the hardware necessary to tote it around. In ten years, I will be the equivalent of that crazy old guy down the street who extolls the virtues of vinyl and reel-to-reel. I can’t wait.

Addendum – The chicken has been recovered. It was in the fridge. Under tortilla shells. All I can say is that they were well-hidden and I was in a rush this morning. But alls well that ends well.

np – Robert Pollard / Not In My Airforce

Oh Brother Where Art Thou?

I have not seen my brother at all today. This morning he was already off to work before I got up. I got home and was off to band practice before he got back. By the time I got home, he was already in his room on the phone with the girlfriend, which will pretty much close out the evening’s activities. This is why my parents get frustrated when they call and neither of us knows what the other has been up to.

np – Chappaquiddick Skyline / Chappaquiddick Skyline