June 2004

It’s so hot, it’s time to call the FIREHOUSE!

Out of context it explains why so many Americans are over weight, but in context it makes sense.. a judge declared French fries are a fresh vegetable… I’m not sure what category ‘freedom fries’ fall into..

While that first link might not make sense at first, this one just makes sense. A company called Thorough Breast Racing has combine the two attractions of Vegas into one.. topless women run around a track, and you can bet on them! It’s like how chocolate and ice cream are good on their own but together they’re even better… for those of you that aren’t following me, here’s a venn diagram:

Oh air conditioned splendour

I walked out to Lonsdale Quay for lunch, and it’s god awful hot here… I miss the air conditioned splendour of office buildings, and malls. There’s none of that here… I’m in a standalone building. Left to suffer in mother nature’s cruel sunshine.

I remember watching a movie called Downtown a couple of years ago, about a bunch of co-workers in Calgary who made a bet to see who could stay inside the longest. Of course, their apartments were connected to the subway, to their offices, to malls, etc.

The weekend is dead, long live the weekend

Friday

The weekend started out with a sunny Friday afternoon (well, for Vancouver, apparently there was a freaky electrical storm out in the valley that came in fast and knocked out power to a bunch of homes) on the patio the Cotton Club Cafe. I’d been itching to get here since it was reviewed by Jack and Jill. Not, mind you, for the food (although we did have the appetizer platter and it was definitely good value for the money), but for the laid-back deck and the cheap beer.

And on those two points, it didn’t disappoint. The beer was just over $10 a jug, and it gets cheaper during the week. The deck is large and bright, although it seems to me that only one corner gets direct sun in the late afternoon (ie: Friday afternoon after 5PM). The view isn’t as interesting as some of the other patios in town, as you are basically nestled in under Granville Street bridge, up on the second floor of a building with no vistas or foot traffic to look at. This is a bit of a mixed blessing, as I suspect it keeps the deck free of those people that are “there to be seen” but unfortunately, it keeps the deck free of those people that are “there to be seen”. Then again, for those of us that are there to socialize and enjoy one anothers company, the blessing is mixed on the positive side.

I would go back, and maybe sample some more food. One concern though is that each time I’ve passed by, it has been very quiet. Not sure how long they’ve been open, but if I were the owner and had been around for more than a couple of months, I’d be starting to worry.

After the Cotton Club, James and Kim came around to watch 28 Days Later which I had heard reasonable reviews for but was most intrigued by the multiple endings promised by the DVD. The endings weren’t as ‘alternate’ as I would have liked, but not bad. Watching them with commentary on was pretty interesting, certainly made it much more clear why they chose the final theatrical ending.

I went to bed late late late as it was smoking hot.

Saturday and Sunday: Dragonboat festival

Jody participated in the Alcan Dragonboat Festival this weekend. Consequently, many of the daylight hours of my weekend were spent cheering on her races (maybe a total of 20 minutes) and sitting around enjoying the sunshine (twelve plus hours?).

Their race results were good, but not as good as they would have liked. As a consolation, however, their times during the races were good enough to qualify them for the second annual “Guts and Glory” race, a 2000 meter race (four times the length of the normal course) with two buoy turns (normally the course is perfectly straight) and eighteen boats (vs the normal six to nine) on the water… Basically, organized chaos.

I went to bed late late late as it was smoking hot.

PS: Watching buffed shirtless guys all weekend is a good way to feel flabby and fat, a good way to give yourself a complex.

Gawdamm Politicians…

Translink is nothing but a bunch of f—ing idiots. How can you say no to public transportation expansion?

Diplomacy on Crack…

Most of us have tried playing some rounds of email diplomacy. Mainly resulted in lots of backstabs and fiesty discussions. Here is a great artical about playing Civ 3 in democracy style. Crazy to think how you can get 300 people playing 8 teams head-to-head by email. Since I have never played any of the Civ games, I was surprised to see how popular they are.

This looks soooo much fun…

Video grabbed from stile. This one is work safe. Not neccessarily people safe. Looks like good fun.

Update: Use this link

Recognition rate of spam by humans

The ability of humans to recognize spam email has somehow been quoted to be in the 90+% range. Until today, I’ve always thought to myself “thats idiotic, I can recognize something as obvious as spam 100% of the time”. Until I almost deleted a reminder I sent to my self.

Duh.

Probably doesn’t help that the title was in ALL CAPS and it was a two word message as the body.

And on top of that, I almost forgot what it was supposed to be about.

I want to be this man…

This is worth quoting in full:

101 year-old Frank Moody, right, is congratulated by an unidentified parachutist, after a tandem skydive in Cairns Australia, Wednesday, June 16, 2004. Moody, after accepting a drunken dare from friends, jumped from more than 9,900 feet and is expected to enter the record books as the oldest skydiver ever, beating the previous record held by a 94-year-old Norwegian man set in 1999.

I hope someday to be a rich 101 year old multiple successful team owning man, who takes drunken bets to jump out of airplanes. Is that too much to ask?

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