Robert X. Cringely (the PBS one, not the Info World one, long story...) has a natural gift for overstatement. Erick tends to think he's a complete idiot most of the time. Nonetheless, he's got the scoop on some interesting, if long court documents.
The scary court submission suggesting MS told naughty lies to the Department of Justice and others. The explanatory column.
Curse you Penny Arcade for addicting me to this wonderful game! I have picked up a cow, two types of car, a couple of motorcycles, and some jungle gyms. Current project: find some way of extracting the soundtrack so I can make my own CD of the rich, tasty music. Oh yes.
So the City of Vancouver is about to ask its citizens to vote on whether they want a ward system to replace the at-large council system which the city currently uses. Mercifully, I live two municipalities away, so I don't have to make an excuse for missing the civic plebiscite on the 16th.
Katamari Damacy. Well, Mike gave me a gift certificate, which was quickly turned into Katamari Damacy. Funny story about that: I got all excited after he came over around 7 last night, told him what I was going to buy with the gift certificate, so we jumped in his car, drove to the mall, and as we got there, I remembered that it was Tuesday, and the mall closed at 6:30. So I went back and got it this evening.
31. And darned nearly hairless thanks to my recent close shave. Instead of ruminating about being old, I think I'll ruminate about being bald.
I'm not really bald. I just shaved my head down to about 2 mm. Since I am a perpetually warm person (not just my personality, either!) I enjoyed the cooler feel. But really, it's a little much. I, who didn't generally wear a hat even in the rain (I have no use for umbrellas, but that's another story), now wear hats all the time, and not just to hide my unsightly skull. It's also to keep my unsightly skull warm, a job previously done by, you know, hair.
Have a happy birthday today, even if it is my birthday you're having.
Vic will be discharged from the hospital, either Monday (ie, already) or Tuesday. The cracked ribs and collarbone will keep him out of action for a while, but he seemed in good spirits when I saw him (and his lovely wife) on Monday around noon. We had a good visit. He's pretty badly beat up, but eager to get back on the bike. That's good!
My friend Vic came out for the Saturday morning bike ride with me, fell down, and is now spending the evening at Richmond General Hospital as they treat broken ribs, a broken collarbone, a partly collapsed lung, and a seriously rung bell. I'll be off to see him tomorrow. Remember kids: it's not fun to make people with rib injuries laugh.
As a regular reader of Penny Arcade, I was bemused when they did a comic and newspost on something called Katamari Damacy, which they liked more than candy.
Sorry, no photos yet, but The Lovely One's bicycle underwent some major surgery Friday. I did a fork transplant in order to add new brakes in hopes of improving the braking. Did it work? A painful but hilarious endo during the first test ride says yes, emphatically!
Alas, it didn't go quite as planned. In fact, it took three tries to make the brakes work.
Andrew's Serenepia is in the midst of a discussion about the difference between good exploitation and bad exploitation as regards Indian coir-mat workers. Andrew is completely wrong, of course, but the post and comments (my own being by far the best) are quite interesting. Read it if only for my great review of Greg Costikyan's First Contract.
