Sweet.

Geez, the thought of all the parties agreeing on something that could help the environment (and save me money) just warms my heart no end.

[sniff!!]

CBC Radio is looking for input on the 50 best Canadian songs…evah!!

I can’t believe “The Hockey Song” and “Raise A Little Hell” beat out “Big Yellow Taxi”. Yeesh.

Pentagon prepares to build £70bn robot army

So it turns out that I’ve been ignorning accounting (my current MBA course) a little too long. The first two courses were of a different type, and the distance portion of the workload was pretty light. This seems to be a different animal, with more work upfront and (hopefully) an less intensive onsite week.

Gotta crack the books this week, and get assignment 1 cranked out. It’s due in less than 2 weeks, and next weekend Nellie’s friend is visiting, so s’gotta be done by next Thursday. That’s…8 days. Shit.

I had to make the comments available only to registered Blogger users. Sorry, but some twat was comment-spamming.

Today is for random thoughts:

• I watched Safe (imdb | rotten tomatoes) the other day. It was weird, certainly. Very hard to watch. I don’t like it when I’m not quite smart enough to figure out what the movie was trying to tell me. Maybe I just wasn’t close enough to the 80s to understand what he was getting at. Maybe she really did get sick and the movie was a critique of the early (and ongoing) skepticism about the environment. Maybe she only got sick because her mind was rebelling against the pointlessness and vacuity of her 80s life. I vote for the latter.
• I’m quickly losing interest in Pitchfork. First, they still have no RSS feed, which basically excludes them from my daily reading. Second, they’ve become so interested in their own coolness that the site now feels very exclusionary, rather than the inclusive mood I felt when I first started reading it 5 years ago. I far prefer to get my music info from Chromewaves (I think Frank is my long-lost brother), Largehearted Boy, the Anti-Hit List, etc.
• We’ve been completely slack with our movie watching lately. Our zip movies are gathering dust next to our TV, we haven’t seen anything in the theatre in weeks. Our February has been crazy busy, and March isn’t looking much better.

Right now I’m listening to Playing With Fire: A Tribute to Spacemen 3. It’s freaking me out, and I’m only on the third song. God help me when it gets to Bardo Pond and Low.

Jeopardy is really breaking out all the big guns. Chuck! Remember Chuck? And Frank! And Eric, that really intense guy who reminds me of the guy in high school who we were sure was going to kill everybody at the end of the week! And they’re all playing for the chance to face off against Ken.

I think I’m still full.

Yesterday being valentine’s day, as every married/involved guy now knows (even if they didn’t know it yesterday). I’m often glad my wife isn’t traditional and/or high-maintenance, and yesterday was one of those times. She insisted that we keep valentine’s day low-key, and that she would take care of it. I had no problem with that.

Last night she came home with butter chicken, aloo gobi, rice & naan from Banjara, all of which was amazing. To celebrate (not just v-day, but also my wife’s first official day of her (sort of) new job) we opened a bottle of wine my brother and his girlfriend gave us on our wedding day, a 1997 Montreso Amarone.

Being the superb gift-giver that she is, my wife also brought home all the ingredients for sundaes (including new sundae dishes & spoons), so once the indian food had settled we scarfed chocolate & vanilla ice cream sundaes made with fresh brownies, chocolate & caramel sauce, whipped cream and chocolate shavings (which she’d made from a Lindt chocolate bar). I felt as if I would expire at any moment.

She’s the best. I think she’s trying to kill me though.

Courtney Love gets coherent long enough to kick some RIAA ass in Salon.

Piracy is the act of stealing an artist’s work without any intention of paying for it. I’m not talking about Napster-type software. I’m talking about major label recording contracts.