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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Big Cheques = Brain Breaker

We finally closed off the sale of our first house. I walked a big cheque into the bank and deposited it. The size of the cheque broke my brain: it's the most I had ever deposited in one move. I had an unfortunate epiphany: I need to be depositing cheques of that size every month. How will I do this? Stay tuned.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Quick Thought on Moving and Houseselling

There's light at the end of the tunnel.

It's the train.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

F-bomb X 2

I don't know why, I'm happy that the F-Bomb can snug itself onto the TV, but I do. Maybe because it's an F-You! to prudes and Washington censors


Sunday, October 05, 2008

Dogless Head! Dogless Head!


I think this is creepy, but it looks cool. The Soviets did some wild experiments.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Ha-Ha: Apple Sues North Studio

North Studio has been stealing copyrighted content for years. A few years ago, the word got out about their various scams (eg. charging students to develop commercial websites for clients) and they tried to clean up their rep. Rep? Did you know that window washing was part of their course work? Not "Window" as in "Microsoft Windows"-- windows, as in the clear panes of glass. Former victims, students, report doing all sorts of menial tasks in addition to learning about technology (read: Drupal). So they launched the Victoria School of Business and Technology to scrub their name-- of course they didn't scrub it too much, their old habits die hard. According to this piece from the Times Colonist, VSBT used a logo too close to Apple's for Apple's liking. If NorthStudio loses this legal case (likely-- the head of the company is a failed lawyer), expect to see NSIT (Northern Saanich Institute of Technology) launch at the same location and equipment with a great logo: a stylized four panel window applied to a flag.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Quick Thought on Obesity

My size of jacket only comes with tent pegs.

Thursday, October 02, 2008


Wanna go out for a night on the town in St. Augustine?

Leave the kids at the Alligator Zoo!

This ranks up there with the "Pre-schoolers Handgun Safety Camp"

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Fun in the Downtown Core

At about 5:50 on Wednesday night, my daughter and I were ambling across Blanshard up Fort St.. A woman in a white 4-door sedan (like a late 80s-early 90s Dodge something or other), pulled across the crosswalk to position herself to turn right up Fort Street. A litte douche-baggy, sure, but she cut off had cut off no pedestrians.

This guy ahead of us:
- 50's maybe 60's in age
- caucasian
- average anglo-European feature
- 5'10" - 6' 0" (it's a guess-- I'm not the Terminator with one of those HUD things)
- average-to-slim build (maybe 170 lbs.)
- salt-and-pepper grey hair, short but more-or-less a full head of hair
- dark blue pants (cargo pants or un-worn jeans)
- navy waist-length windbreaker-- Fall weight (some padding)

The guy approached the drivers window and open palmed, smashed his hands against her window. It shatters. There is a moment of confusion, then he does a speedy walk South on Blanshard. I thought, "you're not getting away motherfucker."
So, we did a brisk walk about 30 feet behind him while I tried to unlock my phone and call 9-1-1. He rounded the corner on Broughton, going East. Theoretically out of public view, he picked up his speed and dashed into the parking area at 818 Broughton (Monday Publications). He dropped out of sight so I thought he was gone. I had to repeat and repeat things with the 9-1-1 operator (good thing I was calling as a witness and not a victim-- I'd be dead).
A few minutes later while I was on the phone, he walked out from the parking area, holding his jacket in his hand. Underneath, he had a golf-shirt-type shirt: thick vertical white, green and maroon stripes. He dashed across the street and disappeared past the CHUM Radio offices (how is this for funny irony-- a newsworthy event and the criminal goes from taking refuge at one news outlet then another).
He takes off. A moment later, one of the other witnesses on a scooter zips up and asks if I saw him. I pointed him in the direction of where the bastard took off. He zipped off to investigate and then came back without any luck.
The police showed up, I gave them a quick re-cap. The funny irony here: on my way into town going up Fort St, likely this same paddy wagon used its lights to make sure it could do a right turn to get onto Fort Street (then promptly turned off the lights-- like they were responding to a 40 ft. long emergency). If the variables had been played around with, the crackpot could have slammed on the paddy wagon, then they would have arrested him.

Resuming my errands, we stopped into the Alpine Florist on Blanshard Street. I noticed that their outside security camera was aimed the same direction that we took in following the wacko. I asked the clerk and they confirmed that they had videotape of the street. I called the police to let them know this: basically, look for grey haired guy in a navy jacket followed by a fat-ass with a little girl (see right). Will they follow this up? Who knows. Anything could happen-- even a thorough investigation.

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