an observation: in sci-fi shows, whether made 30 years ago or in the present and whether set in the past or distant future, the technology of flashlights has not evolved at all...don't believe me? watch anything sci-fi...you would think that in the future we would learn to modify the dual nature of light somehow...nope just regular old flashlights down caves and abysses and underwater and in space...
i'm disappointed to hear that the only guitar magazine that i respected, Guitar World Acoustic, is no longer producing issues.
most of the issues were great and produced new songs that i had not heard of before and grew to enjoy. the magazine was only released bimonthly, an as such, it was eagerly anticipated and i have every issue of the last seven years (over 40).
on the bright side, now i have time to go back to the old issues and learn the songs that i didn't get around to.
- mike fisher and ethan hawke
ethan hawke on the right in street clothes, and in ottawa uniform on the left
- tom hanks vs mark recchi
few NHLers have had the longevity of Tom Hanks
- four generations
so, i saw "bullitt" for the first time a while ago...and i thought that steve macqueen looked familiar...then it hit me that he could be daniel craig's father...but i was not finished here. i tried to google two similar images, but they were mostly of the old macqueen compared to the younger craig. being hetero, and not wanting to look at too many images of the two, i realized that instead of making macqueen = craig, i could produce macqueen from craig and the simpson's moe szyslaks. further more, hockey great brett hull could be produced from craig and macqueen....
doubt it? take a look at the results...i think they speak for themselves (had i not given the lengthy, lengthy explanation)
so, last night i was going to snack on some tortillas with salsa while watching some tv. i was adjusting my seating arrangement and inadvertently knocked the jar of salsa from off it's place on my coffee-table-like piece of furniture.
in the slowed down moment that was its fall to the carpet, i had time to think "no problem, it will all fall in one place".
i could not be more wrong, it exploded everywhere, the initial blast radius being the area under my futon. i quickly grabbed some cloths to clean it up. while cleaning, i saw that salsa shrapnel had reached the top of my futon, a blanket on the futon, and pillows. after applying carpet cleaner (handy to have when you're spilly mcgee) i found some more salsa behind one end of the futon (the jar fell at the diametrically [i know big words, and i occasionally like to (mis)use them] opposite end of the futon).
after tv, i was tired and decided to crash on the cleaned up futon. pushing the coffee table away from arms reach (so as not to kick off my laptop in the night) i felt some sticky goo on the coffee table arm. it had been salsanated.
i got up, turned on a light and cleaned it up. while waking this morning, my eyes gazed upwards and saw salsa on the ceiling!! i have a fairly high ceiling, i'll guestimate it at 9.5 feet. using some high school kinematics equations, i can say that despite it's 2 foot freefall, making it have a velocity of about -3.6m/s when it hit the floor, the salsa had to have an initial upward velocity of atleast 7.7m/s. Thus making the "rubber coefficient" - (f%&* it, it's been 6 years since i took a physics course) of the floor fantastic. crazy!
My brother, Robert performing at a cafe in Edmonton. I'm not sure who took the photo, but I like it.
Words of Wisdom
In the beginning, there was nothing. And the Lord said 'Let there be light' and there was still nothing, but now you could see it.Terry Pratchett
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Tom Petty - Waiting For Tonight ()
“Just out walking, letting my mind roam
If she hung around too much I might take her for granted
But when I was away, she seemed an angel
The only one who really cared about me
The only one without an angle
For so long I've been lonely
Now I'm too weak to fight
I've been waiting for tonight
I've been waiting for tonight ”
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