I am a geek. Geeky things make me happy.
Like the new feature in Firefox v1.5 that lets me force popups into new tabs. That makes me happy.
I am a geek. Geeky things make me happy.
Like the new feature in Firefox v1.5 that lets me force popups into new tabs. That makes me happy.
I picked up the tickets for Little Fish this morning. The lineup wasn’t so bad…maybe 30 people with the volunteers shuffling us along the Manulife Centre walls. I think one of them might have flirted with me a little, which was disturbing ’cause I’m pretty sure she was 15. Anyway, I now have all the tickets I plan on having.
First one — 3 Needles — is tonight.
Now that he’s a Net, $20 says Lamond Murray goes for 16 and 6 a night, just to piss me off.
v1.5: bring it.
I picked up a couple of tickets to Little Fish for T-Bone and I. That means I’ll have six films to blabber on about, starting tomorrow.
Since there’s all kinds of comment spam showing up on my blog now I had to turn on the word notification feature. We’ll see if that helps ward off the silliness.
from CTV: Fatal bear attack renews calls for bear hunt.
Why are we so uninventive? In light of several recent bear attacks, why are we entertaining the idea of renewing the slaughter of bears as a means of protecting people who are wandering in territory that one would have to assume could be inhabited by bears? Granted, the idea’s been put forth by hunters who have their own agenda, but are we really so primitive that shooting an animal is the best way we can come up with to handle them?
It’s tragic that a bear killed this young doctor, but they must have been aware that a bear attack was possible in northern Ontario, just as people in towns like Canmore, AB must know that they’re infringing on natural territory for bears. There’s obviously no stopping people from moving about the country, nor should there be. But surely the method by which we keep bears from wandering into our homes or the way we fend them off should we stray into theirs doesn’t need to be so brutal and mindless as just shooting them. We have big brains. We’re upright and have opposable digits. We’re the ones who’ve been killing them for shits & giggles since christ was a cowboy. I think we probably owe them 1) a little respect; 2) a better way to live together than to occasionally kill a bunch of them when they get too cranky.
Huzzah.
I just finished the last of the chapters that I’m meant to cover before leaving for the intensive up north on Sunday. A whole week of personal disclosure, role playing, emotional displays and coaching triads. I’d rather bathe with a dead bear than do any of that.
Ever have one of those days where you just can’t seem to get anything done at work? Where the stuff you should be doing, and the stuff you want to do just pile up while you deal with 20 little things?
I need a protégé.