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Archive for the 'frustrations' Category


baby with the bathwater

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

It was late. I was tired. And I’d been hacked.
Well, it wasn’t exactly a “hacking” per se, in the strict sense of the word. I’d left a wee little hole open in one hidden away insignificant, worthless little project I’d spent no more than a few hours of effort on, a hole [...]

Diagnosis: Annoyed

Monday, September 15th, 2008

I’ll spare the deepest details, but I’ve been having a heckuvatime with my health lately. As such, there are a couple things on hold at the moment:
1) Running. In my current state, it ain’t gonna happen.
2) Coffee. Sigh. Well, it’s been two weeks without, so it’s fairly a moot point now.
3) Spicy food. [...]

Uncontrolled Variable

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

If you scroll back a couple days you may recall my excitement at setting up some vegetable garden test plots this summer. I was keen. I was ready. I even started building little wooden frames to mark off the zones.
Then IT arrived.
Just when I thought I had my rodent problem [...]

Ineffective Advertising

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

I was just thinking that the cube van with the scrolling advertisement panels, the one that drives up and down the highway and around major city streets giving exposure to paying customers in what amounts to an ever-changing mobile billboard, would do much better were it driven by someone who had some driving skill. [...]

We Are All Soon Criminals

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

About five years ago when we were living in the urban sprawl of Vancouver our apartment was burglarized. We were suddenly very alone and vulnerable. It wasn’t the stuff, so much. It was rotten-to-the-core feeling of being helpless and insignificant. It was the sleepless nights. It was waking up at [...]

Sleep, Babe, Sleep.

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

December 19
Every few nights, say two times a week, we seem to get a night like tonight. I’ve just come off my half-hour-long rock-the-kid stint, wherein one stubborn Claire decides that she is simply too tired to even think about sleeping — and doesn’t.

Day 19: Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed… but not all the time.

It’s a [...]

Support the Bumper Stickers

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

I know, I know. It hasn’t made the news in at least a month. But I cringe every time — EVERY TIME — I hear another one of those stories about people in an outrage about those magnetic “support the troops” ribbons from Walmart (or wherever the heck you buy them) on city [...]

Jumpstart

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

A fine welcome back to work…
I climbed into my car this morning, laptop in hand, and ready to pace myself back into the rat race after a two week babysitting sabbatical. I turned the key. And nothing. Somehow my battery had died in the few days I’ve been parked. I spent fifteen [...]

rain delays

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

I’m not impressed. Today was supposed to be the shed building extravaganza, but we woke up in the wee hours to a thunderstorm, and the rest of the day followed suit. I spent a few hours yesterday and actually got the frame and floor installed, but now there it sits, a skeleton, in [...]

penticton potter

Saturday, July 21st, 2007

We’re spending a sunny morning in Penticton, recuperating from a drive-from-hell. The wedding is at three, so that gives us a few more hours to enjoy the beach before the social obligations begin, and another few hours for Karin to catch up with her Harry Potter after having picked up her copy on Main [...]

sulfer sax sucks and fails to blow

Saturday, July 7th, 2007

While painting the nursery, I packed up the saxophone into it’s case and stuck it in a corner for a few weeks. When I pulled it out to play on Thursday I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise: the mouthpiece had turned from an ebony black to a kind-of turd-shaded brown, and reeked (and [...]

hackaroni

Saturday, July 7th, 2007

For the second time this week I received an email from my hosting provider that I’d been hacked. The latest, this morning, involved someone using the NetRisk game script to somehow upload a few files to run their own, personal phishing site from my back-end. It was quickly quashed. Yet another tribute [...]

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