My day has 24 hours in it. Many people ask me why I insist on using “military” time instead of just saying “nine o’clock” to ambiguously refer to some time “in context”. My main reason is because “nine o’clock” in our weird slang way of referencing time happens twice every day. Sure, we have AM/PM, but most people use that when the context already gives it away instead of when there is a potential for ambiguity. So I use “military” time just so that there is absolutely zero chance for misinterpretation. And the other reasons follow… Continue reading
Bust a Nut
Every time I go grocery shopping I have to pick up something that I don’t normally purchase. The way I do this is by pulling something random off the shelf in the food isles, quickly glancing at the price to make sure I don’t end up with saffron ($200/ounce) .
Recently, it was a bag of Kicking Horse Organic Coffee. I got home, opened the bag and felt very disappointed… I would have to use the rest of my Starbucks pre-chewed cardboard powder. Yummy. WHY?! Because my Kicking Horse stuff was in whole bean form!! And I didn’t have the patients or tools to properly prepare a coarse grind for my french press.
X-Rays on my Brains!
I was alone in an x-ray department recently, so I pushed every 3rd button. I have this funny taste in my mouth all the time now, and my teeth hurt, but this is a pretty sweet image! I smell almonds…
Personality
According to several personality tests; I am an enigma, failing to fall into any one category. Maybe my head is just too big to fit into just one category and instead spans two or three of the Myers-Briggs types.
I would probably say that I am I[Ns]T[P|J]. Just read the WIkipedia entries for INTJ and INTP; if you know me then you’ll agree.
Pumpjacks!
I visited my favorite pumpjack again today on the way back from Galahad. This time I took a video.
Old Meat
This post contains descriptions of foodstuffs that some readers may find revolting. Reader discretion, desperation and a strong stomach are advised.
That said, I found some really old partially freezer burned slabs of what used to be bad cuts of a cow. Maybe they were meant for industrial uses such as brake pads or heat shields for the space shuttle. But I found a culinary use for this meat: food! Let’s be clear, I had other things to eat besides this freeze dried piece of tire; the only reason I prepared it for human consumption is because I have probably sinned a few thousand times today and needed to repent.
Read on for the recipe…
Microwave Timer
The timer on my microwave is cofused. When I enter 33, it runs for 33 seconds. 67, it runs for 67 seconds. 94, it runs for 94 seconds. 99, 99 seconds. Notice a pattern? I think that it would be great if the device kept this neato pattern, because I like seconds. They’re pretty long anyways. So what comes after 99? 99+1 = 60. 100 means 60 seconds. If I wanted 60 seconds, I would enter 60, not 100.
Stupid microwave.
The Phone
I hate telephones. They’re a continuous on-demand invasion into my private time. They’re impersonal, anonymous, and interrogative. They are the signallers of doom. Whenever my phone rings, something bad has happened, or I’m in trouble. To top it off, it rings when I’m doing something where answering the phone is awkward, inconvenient or really damn rude.
World of Warcraft
I’ve been thinking I should get into gaming. But since I do things to the extreme where most people just do it half-ass, I’m going to play World of World of Warcraft. That’s right, it’s a game where you play a character who plays the game World of Warcraft. Like in this video! Pretty bad-ass.
Geocaching
I was stalking a friend on facebook and saw photos describing her “geocaching” adventures. Whatever that is… So naturally I googled and an hour later I was walking around Camrose glued to my Blackberry finding my way to a dot. Eventually I was under some trees digging in the duff and there it was.. the little sandwich container!
