Wednesday, 21 February 2007

For any other Zelda weirdos out there

I just found the cutest parody of a Zelda-game trading sequence. It's cute. It doesn't make much sense, but that's part of the fun. Check it out at

Monday, 19 February 2007

I could be at home ...

... watching celebrity poker, making and eating chicken salad, or sleeping. Or catching up on all the work I didn't do last week. But it's 7:15pm, I'm at the office, printing an ms I agreed to review. Which is taking a long time because I'm trying to save paper by printing 2up and double-sided.

But I only got about 3 hours of sleep last night, and I really want to go home and go to sleep. But at this rate it'll be 9pm by the time I get home. Which I take as a Sign From Above that I should stop somewhere and get takeout on the way home. Which won't go very far in the trying to save money stakes, nor the trying to lose weight stakes, but at this point I just don't care.

Luckily, the friend I usually try to catch breakfast with on Tuesdays is 'trapped' in Palm Springs, because apparently instead of booking a flight back for February 19th, he booked it for March 19th. So somebody else (thank heavens not me) has to cover his classes tomorrow. But the point is that I don't have a breakfast meeting in the morning, so there's no real impetus to get out of bed too early tomorrow, except the chicken salad and catching up on work pressures. But I'll cope with those tomorrow.

I just want to go on record as saying *I* didn't get to go to Palm Springs last week. The furthest away I got was just under 5 miles, according to Mapquest.

Monday, 5 February 2007

Well, now I know what -40 feels like.

Well, -38C, which is what it was a few minutes ago walking from my car to the office. Happened to snag a prime parking space, but that's another story. But Breakfast Television was still reporting 8am's official temp of -40 at 9am when I was leaving the house. For reference, -40 is where the Celsius and Fahrenheit scales converge.

No one will believe it, but I've become quite blasé about the weather. Oh, I still complain. It's what I do. I avoid going out if the wind chill is below about -30C, and more than once I've begged out of stuff because it was just too cold, or snowing, or whatever. But a good friend complained about how cold it was where he lives. -16C! Horrors!

Now, I won't say that it's been months since we've seen -16C. Actually, it's only been a couple of weeks. But still. -16C? As I said to my friend, "puh-leez!" Talk to the hand, cuz the ears are covered in three layers of fabric.