New Ride
Sunday, March 1st, 2009I found my new ride for the summer, a one or two year old Cannondale cyclocross bike! Paid $850 for it, which almost feels like stealing. I can’t wait for spring.
I found my new ride for the summer, a one or two year old Cannondale cyclocross bike! Paid $850 for it, which almost feels like stealing. I can’t wait for spring.
I finally got around to doing something I’ve wanted to do for months; start blogging about golf. For anyone who’s remotely interested, welcome to The Long Road to Scratch
It’s March 10th, and I just sat outside in a t-shirt, without socks, drinking a Newcastle Ale (in a delightfully diminutive stubby bottle) for about an hour. WX says it’s only 12 degrees centigrade, but I don’t believe it.
God, I can’t wait for summer.
Well, after many hundreds of deleted comment spams, I’ve finally made the move from a really old version of .Text to WordPress. I feel like this was a case where going with the status quo definitely pays off, as I’ll be able to pull from the vast amount of material on the Web when I have issues now. Oh, and I can now moderate comments, which rules.
I’ve also completely updated the design (or as an art monkey designer like B-Rad would say, I’ve re-branded). The design has been around for over a year, so all that was left was to create a WordPress theme out of it, which was pretty simple.
I also integrated my little Javascript code highlighter, which probably doesn’t work in IE 6, but I’ll fix that at some point in the future. It allows me to just paste code into a code element and have the text formatted and highlighted nicely.
It’s definitely a work in progress. I only bothered importing about a quarter of my previous posts, and none of the comments. But now I have search!
Are you male? Do you like to drink? Do you like to drink excessively? How about boobies… Do you like those as well? What about public humiliation of others? Well, if you’ve answered yes to any of those questions, then I’ve got a proposition for you:
Come to my stag.
If I know you, you’re invited. But be prepared to write off the entirety of this coming Sunday, and possibly Monday as well. Bring friends if you wish, but no females allowed (unless they’re strippers).
Details:
Once we’ve had a few drinks at The Point, we’ve got a bus that’ll take us to The Roadhouse sometime after 10:00pm. There’s no obligation to pay for anything, other than your own booze, however if you take the bus we’ve been advised that we should tip the bus driver (I’d say ~$10 each is pretty fair. Cheaper than a cab by far).
I also need to emphasize that this will be your last chance to party with me. Once I’m married, I’ll become a soulless automaton endlessly repeating the words “Yes, dear,” with an invisible leash around my neck that gets inexplicably yanked whenever I look at foreign booty. You’ve been warned.
If you’ve got any questions, please ask them using the Comments form on this page, so that everyone can see the responses. Feel free to pass the link to this page on to anyone we may have forgotten to notify.
Word.
“If you’re uncertain why something doesn’t behave as expected, the likelihood of the bug fixing itself when Jeff goes to investigate it is directly proportional to the amount of effort Jeff must expend to reproduce the error. “
…Most of the time, they don’t hold any logic. If they do, it’s extremely hard to understand, often backwards, and if you misunderstand something, all you’ll get back in response is a cryptic message that doesn’t mean anything.
I’m currently living at least a half-hour drive away from my workplace in downtown Calgary; on a good day, not during rush-hour. Driving to work actually takes me about 45 minutes each way, and can cost anywhere from $8.00 to $15.00 a day, not including the cost of gas and maintenance of my vehicle. This might not seem so bad to some people, but for me it’s pretty much unworkable. So I take the train, which includes about 30 minutes actually on the train, 5 minutes of driving to the station and another 5 to walk the final leg to work. No matter how you slice it, I’m out well over an hour of my time each day. If you choose to look at it that way, which I don’t.
I’m of the belief that an experience is what you make of it. Myself, I actually enjoy the time I spend commuting, which sounds rather sick and twisted. Here’s how I cope:
There you have it. I’m not sure how valuable any of this is, but I figured it would be good to put it out there.
I’ve got good reasons for slacking off on the blogging lately, I swear. First off, I bought a new house in southern Calgary with my fiance, Jackie. We’re just getting settled in, and things are going remarkably smoothly. Luckily neither of us had much in the way of worldly possessions, so the move was slicker-than-snot-on-a-doorknob. As a direct side-effect, I’ve been completely distracted from any programming or computer stuff for the past month, which is my main excuse.
Another major piece of news (where major equals minor to everyone but myself…) is that I’ve switched. Yes, Windows bitches, that’s right. I’m typing this post in TextMate, on a frickin’ 12″ Powerbook. To be honest, I couldn’t be happier. The laptop itself is so utterly beyond anything the PC world could muster it’s almost laughable for me to think that I was this close to buying a Dell.
Anyways, it feels good to be back. I feel like I still have a few good ideas worth posting, so hopefully I can amp it up here a little bit. Just to keep this somewhat on topic, Jeff Atwood is looking for good examples of CSS-based websites rockin’ the .NET framework. It seems he found David Shea’s The Zen of CSS Design, and liked the vibe ol’ Davey was puttin’ down. I can personally vouch for the awesomeness of the Zen Garden, which almost everybody has seen by now. I know it single-handedly inspired me to learn CSS. So if you have any examples, drop a comment on Jeff’s blog. Word
