Today’s word is “refucktored”.
As in: someone refucktored the application, thereby removing a feature that was working.
Some couples are not meant to decorate together. I have heard stories of one or the other spouse sleeping on the couch following a weekend of something so simple as painting a room.
Somehow, my wife and I are not one of these couples. We can paint together easily. Watching us wallpaper is like watching the ballet. Except neither of us is sporting a tutu…
This weekend we started what I thought would be a quick job – painting a hallway. We realized that the old ugly bedroom doors would not look so nice against the new paint and trim, so off we went to Home Depot to get four new doors. We ended up with the pre-hung doors, which looked way easier to install. Now I’m a software guy, not hardware, so ease of installation is very important.
We strapped the doors to the roof of the Jeep and headed home. The first door went in reasonably well, with little screwing around required. The second door was a snap, taking just a few minutes. The third door, though, took an hour. Over the width of that doorway, the house drops 1/4 inch. That made it difficult to square up the frame, to say the least. The last door, which I thought would be difficult, ended up installing better than expected.
So, the final tally after two days of work is: four doors installed, one hallway painted, trim (almost completely) installed, one strained calf muscle, a token amount of Advil consumed, and most importantly, no injuries, and nobody slept on the couch.
1) Is it any wonder I spend most of my day checking for null?
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2) Conga line!
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3) What could go wrong?
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The newly-ex Mrs. Tiger Woods says that it’s crazy to think she went after Tiger with a golf club.
I believe that to be true. In fact, I think if she did hit him with a golf club she would not have stopped. He’d either be six feet under today, or wearing diapers.
We spent last week paddling, hiking, biking and shooting-star-gazing around Algonquin Provincial Park.
We stayed in the centrally-located Pog Lake campground again. The lake itself is pretty small, but there are short rivers connecting Pog to Lake of Two Rivers and Whitefish Lake. The trip to Whitefish Lake requires a lift over across a dam, but it's really short. We spent a day paddling to the island on Whitefish, where we had lunch and a swim. The kids thought that was pretty cool.
Another neat canoe trip was down Sunday Creek, from the Spruce Bog trail parking lot under the Visitor Centre and then to Norway Lake and Fork Lake. The creek is really narrow and shallow this time of year, but we only had to lift the canoe over one beaver dam on the way to Norway Lake, and one dam on the way to Fork Lake. We had lunch at a vacant back-country campsite, and the kids swam off an island again.
The final canoe day trip was south from the Outfitter store on Lake Opeongo, down Costello Creek. We crossed under the bridge by walking the canoe through the culvert, with the kids in it. This was a nice quiet paddle, and we almost ran over a heron when we took a tight turn in the creek. There were a few shallow spots once we crossed the road that almost made us jump out and push, but we got quite far before finally having to turn around.
We also spent some time on the bike trail that runs along Lake of Two Rivers down to the end of Whitefish Lake. We made it all the way to the end, and I went the last couple of hundred metres into the Rock Lake campground to fill up a few water bottles. Some yahoos were jumping off the bridge into the river to impress a girl. She did not seem the least bit interested. Better luck next time, fellas.
We were back at the Rock Lake campground entrance a few nights later for the wolf howl. On Thursday nights in August, the park staff host a wolf howl. Staff scout for wolves on Tuesday night, and on this occasion they heard pups but no adults. On the Wednesday night they try again, and this week after one single howl from one of the naturalists several adults and pups responded. So Thursday night we headed to the program at the Outdoor Theatre, along with 404 other cars. After the talk, we headed out down the Rock Lake road. Once the cars were in place and there was dead silence, the naturalist started to howl. There was no response after the first 3 single howls. The naturalists waited a few minutes, then did a group howl. After a few seconds of silence, there was a huge response from a full pack of wolves. It was absolutely amazing. Once the howling died down, the road was opened for a few minutes to allow traffic through. After a fifteen minute break, the naturalists again howled and after their second group howl the full pack of wolves responded. This was a long pack howl ending with a single adult and a single pup trading howls with each other. Some of the howling seemed quite close to the road, but there were a few long howls that were quite far away. Probably the coolest thing I have ever heard.
The bear warnings were out in full force this week. Last time we stayed at Pog Lake we saw a bear in the campground, so we weren't really worried. Until they told us that the bears were breaking into cars now. In fact, the first night we were sitting around the campfire when we heard gunshots. One less bear to worry about... Later in the week we awoke around 2:00am to the sound of Park staff patrolling through the woods with flashlights, searching for a bear. No gunshots that night though, as the bear got away.
Oh, and we lost another tooth. Every camping trip this summer... One more trip to go, but nobody has a loose tooth this time.
Lots of Algonquin photos here (but they're from 2008):
On my way out the door this morning I stopped at the mailbox to get the paper. Jammed into the mailbox with the newspaper was the Sears Christmas Wish Book.
You know what, Sears? It’s AUGUST!
Christmas shall not be spoken of until the last camping trip has passed, the Thanksgiving turkey has been turned into soup, and curling season has started. Even then, that’s a bit early.
Ok guitar fans, time to haul the beast out from under the bed and give this a try.
The Rain Song is one of my favourite Led Zeppelin tunes. Most tab I’ve seen is not in standard tuning, which is a pain in the ass. Jimmy played it in a different tuning live as well. But, I did find a version in standard tuning. I haven’t tried it yet myself, so no warranty on this one…
Although the official crime rate is going down, a senior Harper government minister says there is reason to disbelieve the statistics and spend billions of dollars on new prisons: an “alarming” increase in unreported crime.
Stockwell Day’s argument is based on a Statistics Canada survey, conducted like a large poll, which showed a slight rise in unreported crimes – though the increase was in property crimes and petty theft, not violent crimes. And the survey was conducted in 2004 – an ironic twist given that Mr. Day made his case only minutes after he maintained that the long-form census is not very reliable because it can be as much as five years out of date.
Let me see if I understand…
The bozos who don’t believe in statistics, or science for that matter, are claiming that unreported crime is increasing alarmingly. Because of this unreported increase, they need to spend billions of dollars that we don’t have on new prisons.
I am looking forward to the flood of news coverage when a gang of unreported criminals is arrested.
Maybe they need a new slogan, “Tough on crime. Even the unreported kind.”