Friday, March 30
Dusk on Victoria
This photo is actually from my walk back to the apartment and is of the houses across the street.
I have gone through and reviewed all the photos from this particular outing but I'm at work and only have this one photo since I e-mailed it to myself so I could use it as my background. I'll upload some more from home.
Monday, March 26
Rain versus Snow
The work-day was highlighted with a beautful blue sky and nice and warm weather. A glorious day.
My walk home was not as glorious. I escaped the morning but just a few metres into my walk home came the rain. Oh, and did it ever rain.
FYI, an umbrella is pretty well useless below your waist. From about my knees down I was soaked, shoes drenched and all. This is where snow comes into the story.
Snow is a lovely form of water in which it will nicely stack up, and even allow you to brush it aside, or pile it high. Rain on the other hand likes to flow...everywhere. And when you get dumped on, it has a tendency to create streams of water along the sidewalks and roadway which mere shoes can do nothing to save you from. Ah, poor snow I do wish you fell in the warm weather.
Friday, March 23
A Pet's Persepective
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
[Edit: This wit is not my own, but that of an anonymous e-mailer]
Wednesday, March 14
Memory
Installation was nice and easy. It only took two tries. The first attempt I did not follow the directions and apply pressure to ensure it was seated properly in the socket. After the second attempt I was presented to a OS X with an additional 1gb of memory.
Now I just need to put it through its paces. So time to do some managing of my photos in Lightroom.