My little monkey is seven years old today.
Happy birthday Fi !
We went to our first ever election-night party last night.
Happily, the room was rocking and rolling for the winner, and new mayor of Woolwich Township, Todd Cowan!
Congratulations to Todd and his family for running a great campaign, and for bringing the promise of a greener, safer, better Woolwich.
For killing the past, and coming back to life.
It's time to turn over a new leaf. Time to start wearing hemp clothing. Time to dig the Birkenstocks out of the closet. Time to start smoking clove cigarettes and drinking espresso. Time to quaff the Kool-Aid.
Time to start coding in Java.
After nine years of C# I'm changing to a Java/Javascript/HTML team. I'll be working on our Regional Health team, where we produce a "zero download" medical imaging viewer.
Now all I need to do is set up Eclipse. I should be ready to hit the ground running right after New Year's...
Here’s a great gift idea for the curler in the family.
The 2011 Women of Curling Calendar
You’ll thank me later.
While heating lunch in the microwave, I read the side of the Orange Pekoe Red Rose Black Tea box.
What do the colour-blind think of this?
Good:
offering to spare early in the curling season – more games early gets the sea legs under you quicker
Bad:
rolling an ankle really badly, I mean black and blue badly, the weekend before curling season does not help
I read a story in the [horribly redesigned - I'll stick with the BlackBerry version] Globe and Mail today about PEI's wind energy project.
The story was accompanied by a photo of PEI's North Cape wind farm.

If you zoom in really, really far, you can see my daughters.
That you are forbidden from using a cell phone while driving, but you can tool around town with a dog in your lap?
Your job is to write code, and your sum total for the entire week is 45 lines. And you got to use the word “fuck” in a comment. Twice.
Well, here we are. Grade Five. The magic age when you are allowed to go to the dance.
If anyone needs me tonight I'll be staring in the mirror at the grey hair that is sprouting unbounded from my head.