Well.
I am off work on Friday. Our plan was to go to the cottage tomorrow and shut the place down for the year. However, Patricia has taken ill and we have decided to postpone that visit. Patricia will stay in town.
I will be going to the Valley in the morning. I have some things to take care of down there that I can do now rather than in a week's time. This means that Patricia (and Newbie, whom I will leave behind) will hold down the fort here.
As I have reported here before, we no longer give out candy at Hallowe'en. She will be here tomorrow night and keep the lights off. Probably be upstairs in the bedroom watching "Drop Dead Diva" on Netflix or something. Meanwhile, I will be at my mother's, watching horror movies or something. Good times. Good times.
Andrew seems happy with my latest column. I actually have an exclusive news item, something no other news source has broken yet. I hope that nobody breaks it until Monday, when my column goes live.
There is not much else to report. Been a quiet week.
See you tomorrow, from the Valley.
Bevboy
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Post 2810 - Wednesday
11pm. Late. Long day tomorrow. Shorter post.
I sent off my latest and greatest column to Frank Magazine just before I went off to my Toastmasters meeting. It will be published on Monday when the digital edition comes out. That means it is time to start thinking about my next column. I don't know how people have deadlines on a daily basis. I just have one every two weeks.
Speaking of TM, we had our meeting this evening. I had to double and triple up on duties, as did a couple of other people. We inducted two members into the club, and voted to accept two more members. Let's hope that the club is on an upswing. We certainly could use one.
Patricia had her Pilates class at 7:30, so I waited for her in the car. I called my mother using the On*Star phone built into my car.
We drove home. Somehow the last couple of hours have evaporated, and I should call it a night because tomorrow promises to be a long one.
Not much else going on around here. I'll see what I can do about that.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I sent off my latest and greatest column to Frank Magazine just before I went off to my Toastmasters meeting. It will be published on Monday when the digital edition comes out. That means it is time to start thinking about my next column. I don't know how people have deadlines on a daily basis. I just have one every two weeks.
Speaking of TM, we had our meeting this evening. I had to double and triple up on duties, as did a couple of other people. We inducted two members into the club, and voted to accept two more members. Let's hope that the club is on an upswing. We certainly could use one.
Patricia had her Pilates class at 7:30, so I waited for her in the car. I called my mother using the On*Star phone built into my car.
We drove home. Somehow the last couple of hours have evaporated, and I should call it a night because tomorrow promises to be a long one.
Not much else going on around here. I'll see what I can do about that.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Post 2809 - Oh, Heck!
Here are the pictures I just took on my webcam of me holding that Asimov-edited book!
You're welcome.
Bevboy
You're welcome.
Bevboy
Post 2808 - Tuesday
Hello again, my lovelies.
I didn't have a chance to write last evening, but I can tell you that I have produced my next column for Frank magazine. I need to do a last edit during my lunch hour tomorrow before I send it in to Andrew.
The column is my usual mix of news and commentary and snottiness. Andrew likes it when I am sarcastic, and I like to keep him happy. The news pieces are about a new show that one jock is starting, another jock leaving a show, and a couple of other things. My rant is especially pointed this time. I am looking forward to next Monday, when the column goes live. I hope it engenders lots of discussion.
We stopped by Costco after work this evening. We hadn't been there in a few years. We have renewed our membership and plan to go back again, soon. As usual, there are items there that one wants, others that one can justify, and yet others that you can imagine yourself having and enjoying, but which would end up being overkill. Who needs a box of Shreddies so large that they would feed the clients of Hope Cottage for a week? Other than the participants in a chilli eating contest, who would ever require a 48 pack of 3-ply toilet paper? Who has time to watch every episode of The Waltons on DVD? I could go on.
We got back home, not having purchased anything. I came down here to my home office, printed off the column, and returned upstairs to commence editing it. At 9pm, we watched The Flash, which gets better and better every week. By the end of its first season, it should be the best television program ever made, regardless of genre.
Now, it's nearly 10:30, and I have to turn in for the evening, just as soon as I update something I saw on Facebook earlier today. People are discussing an anthology called "Before the Golden Age", edited by Isaac Asimov. I have a copy of this fine tome, and want to get a picture of me holding it on that FB page to show off a bit. I am such a cad.
You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I didn't have a chance to write last evening, but I can tell you that I have produced my next column for Frank magazine. I need to do a last edit during my lunch hour tomorrow before I send it in to Andrew.
The column is my usual mix of news and commentary and snottiness. Andrew likes it when I am sarcastic, and I like to keep him happy. The news pieces are about a new show that one jock is starting, another jock leaving a show, and a couple of other things. My rant is especially pointed this time. I am looking forward to next Monday, when the column goes live. I hope it engenders lots of discussion.
We stopped by Costco after work this evening. We hadn't been there in a few years. We have renewed our membership and plan to go back again, soon. As usual, there are items there that one wants, others that one can justify, and yet others that you can imagine yourself having and enjoying, but which would end up being overkill. Who needs a box of Shreddies so large that they would feed the clients of Hope Cottage for a week? Other than the participants in a chilli eating contest, who would ever require a 48 pack of 3-ply toilet paper? Who has time to watch every episode of The Waltons on DVD? I could go on.
We got back home, not having purchased anything. I came down here to my home office, printed off the column, and returned upstairs to commence editing it. At 9pm, we watched The Flash, which gets better and better every week. By the end of its first season, it should be the best television program ever made, regardless of genre.
Now, it's nearly 10:30, and I have to turn in for the evening, just as soon as I update something I saw on Facebook earlier today. People are discussing an anthology called "Before the Golden Age", edited by Isaac Asimov. I have a copy of this fine tome, and want to get a picture of me holding it on that FB page to show off a bit. I am such a cad.
You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Post 2807 - Sunday
Back in the city.
We returned mid-afternoon. Of course, in keeping with the rest of the last few days, it was raining like a frig muffin all the way back. If this were Spring, we could call it "liquid sunshine". Now, in late October, it is "liquid pain-in-the-ass".
Because of the foul weather we didn't go out to the corn maze/haunted house thing either of the last two evenings. We wanted to go, but there is something about sloshing around at night ending up with pneumonia that goes against my grain. So we stayed inside and finished watching season 3 of "Longmire", and then watched "A Million Ways To Die In The West", which was a much better movie than some critics claimed it would be. It is rude and raunchy, and we laughed more than we thought we would.
We watched SNL as well. Jim Carrey was the host, and it was pretty good.
We got up this morning. I cooked breakfast. We wrangled Newbie into his carrier. We got some "good eats" as Patricia calls them and drove back here. One shower later, and many articles read about Jian Ghomeshi later, and it is 8:30.
I have begun work on my latest Frank column. There is not much radio news this time. Radio ratings are still going on, so I don't anticipate much happening in terms of people coming and going from and to stations until November, when ratings are over; and then again in December when the actual ratings book comes out.
Speaking of Jian Ghomeshi, my Facebook has been blowing up all night over my comments about his plight with the CBC. They fired him in the last couple of days, from a show that he co-created, "Q". He wrote an impassioned plea for his innocence this afternoon and at the same time admitted to some unusual sexual practices with women, which he claims were always consensual. One woman though didn't like it when he broke off with her and has been tormenting him ever since, claiming that she had been sexually assaulted by him. The CBC did not stand for this and fired him. Over an allegation. Over something that had not been proven at all. Just fired. Or was he fired because his sexual practices included activities that they found to be unbecoming to a radio host, activities that are performed by millions of people who I guess must now worry themselves sick they will also be fired from their accounting or drywall or stock-shelving jobs?
Pierre Trudeau said it best: "The nation has no business in the bedrooms of the nation." Neither, in my opinion, should employers. If you are doing things of a consensual nature with another adult who is in a position to give consent, then those things are nobody's business. Exclamation Mark.
I do not know what the folks in my office do when they are home at night in bed with their partner. It is nobody's business but their own. But if somehow management did find out about certain activities that my colleagues performed in their off hours, should that be grounds for dismissal? I should think not.
I hope this works out well for Jian Ghomeshi. And it sure will be an interesting story, one that will likely make the CBC brass look like a bunch of sanctimonious prigs. Which they probably are.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We returned mid-afternoon. Of course, in keeping with the rest of the last few days, it was raining like a frig muffin all the way back. If this were Spring, we could call it "liquid sunshine". Now, in late October, it is "liquid pain-in-the-ass".
Because of the foul weather we didn't go out to the corn maze/haunted house thing either of the last two evenings. We wanted to go, but there is something about sloshing around at night ending up with pneumonia that goes against my grain. So we stayed inside and finished watching season 3 of "Longmire", and then watched "A Million Ways To Die In The West", which was a much better movie than some critics claimed it would be. It is rude and raunchy, and we laughed more than we thought we would.
We watched SNL as well. Jim Carrey was the host, and it was pretty good.
We got up this morning. I cooked breakfast. We wrangled Newbie into his carrier. We got some "good eats" as Patricia calls them and drove back here. One shower later, and many articles read about Jian Ghomeshi later, and it is 8:30.
I have begun work on my latest Frank column. There is not much radio news this time. Radio ratings are still going on, so I don't anticipate much happening in terms of people coming and going from and to stations until November, when ratings are over; and then again in December when the actual ratings book comes out.
Speaking of Jian Ghomeshi, my Facebook has been blowing up all night over my comments about his plight with the CBC. They fired him in the last couple of days, from a show that he co-created, "Q". He wrote an impassioned plea for his innocence this afternoon and at the same time admitted to some unusual sexual practices with women, which he claims were always consensual. One woman though didn't like it when he broke off with her and has been tormenting him ever since, claiming that she had been sexually assaulted by him. The CBC did not stand for this and fired him. Over an allegation. Over something that had not been proven at all. Just fired. Or was he fired because his sexual practices included activities that they found to be unbecoming to a radio host, activities that are performed by millions of people who I guess must now worry themselves sick they will also be fired from their accounting or drywall or stock-shelving jobs?
Pierre Trudeau said it best: "The nation has no business in the bedrooms of the nation." Neither, in my opinion, should employers. If you are doing things of a consensual nature with another adult who is in a position to give consent, then those things are nobody's business. Exclamation Mark.
I do not know what the folks in my office do when they are home at night in bed with their partner. It is nobody's business but their own. But if somehow management did find out about certain activities that my colleagues performed in their off hours, should that be grounds for dismissal? I should think not.
I hope this works out well for Jian Ghomeshi. And it sure will be an interesting story, one that will likely make the CBC brass look like a bunch of sanctimonious prigs. Which they probably are.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Post 2806 - Saturday
Late night. Back to the city tomorrow.
Even Newbie doesn't want to return.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone on the Bell network.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Post 2805 - Friday
Getting late. Turning in shortly.
We are in the Valley. Even Newbie came up.
We came up this morning. I took Mom in for the business I alluded to yesterday. We had a terrible lunch at a gastro pub we usually love and may never return.
We shopped in New Minas and returned to the house. At 7pm we drove to Kentville for the Ghost Talk thing I mentioned before. A little dry and not nearly enough local content but not a bad way to spend an evening. We tried to go to the corn maze and haunted house afterwards but it was getting late. So we came back here and watched an episode of Longmire.
Tomorrow promises to be busy as well. I will tell you about it then.
See you then.
Bevboy
Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone on the Bell network.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Post 2804 - Thursday
Well, so much for the ghost walk!
It is nearly 10pm. We remain in Halifax. The weather is so crappy out there -- rain, wind, wind, rain -- that driving to the Valley was not something we wanted to do. Instead, it has been a quiet evening at home.
I purchased a usb pci card for this here desktop computer, after work today. I had to get one that fit this machine, which is a small form factor/low profile unit. Seemed like a great idea at the time, getting this machine, but it is not very expandable. The PCI card fit in there fine, but it only gives me two extra usb ports. The PCI-E card would have given me three more, but the power supply didn't yield any plug that would enable me to "activate" the card, so it wouldn't work. At least I still have those two extra usb ports. Considering this machine is my print server and media server, and has a bunch of hard drives hanging of of it, then one needs plenty of usb ports. And why am I writing 100 words about usb ports?
We will get up very early tomorrow morning and head to the Valley to take care of some business, mostly involving my mother. But we still plan to go to the Ghost "Talk" Friday night and then perhaps to the haunted corn maze nearby.
It promises to be a busy day tomorrow. I guess I'd better get some rest.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
It is nearly 10pm. We remain in Halifax. The weather is so crappy out there -- rain, wind, wind, rain -- that driving to the Valley was not something we wanted to do. Instead, it has been a quiet evening at home.
I purchased a usb pci card for this here desktop computer, after work today. I had to get one that fit this machine, which is a small form factor/low profile unit. Seemed like a great idea at the time, getting this machine, but it is not very expandable. The PCI card fit in there fine, but it only gives me two extra usb ports. The PCI-E card would have given me three more, but the power supply didn't yield any plug that would enable me to "activate" the card, so it wouldn't work. At least I still have those two extra usb ports. Considering this machine is my print server and media server, and has a bunch of hard drives hanging of of it, then one needs plenty of usb ports. And why am I writing 100 words about usb ports?
We will get up very early tomorrow morning and head to the Valley to take care of some business, mostly involving my mother. But we still plan to go to the Ghost "Talk" Friday night and then perhaps to the haunted corn maze nearby.
It promises to be a busy day tomorrow. I guess I'd better get some rest.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Post 2803 - Wednesday
Long day.
Saw my doctor today. The good news is that I didn't break any ribs when I lifted that the lawn tractor the other week. All I did was rip the muscle off the bone, and it is healing, albeit slowly.
After work, I made my way to the Kent store in Bayers Lake, there to pick up some LED light bulbs for the house. There were 3 dollar rebates on the bulbs, so they became affordable. I will install them throughout the house.
I have had no luck trying to track down the person I want to interview. You will recall that I have the device that allows me to record both sides of a phone conversation.
Tomorrow is my Friday. After work we drive to the Valley to attend a ghost walk. Friday will consist of my running errands for and with my mother. Saturday we return to the city.
Newbie is nudging up against me and wanting me to turn in. I think I will give in to him for a change.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Saw my doctor today. The good news is that I didn't break any ribs when I lifted that the lawn tractor the other week. All I did was rip the muscle off the bone, and it is healing, albeit slowly.
After work, I made my way to the Kent store in Bayers Lake, there to pick up some LED light bulbs for the house. There were 3 dollar rebates on the bulbs, so they became affordable. I will install them throughout the house.
I have had no luck trying to track down the person I want to interview. You will recall that I have the device that allows me to record both sides of a phone conversation.
Tomorrow is my Friday. After work we drive to the Valley to attend a ghost walk. Friday will consist of my running errands for and with my mother. Saturday we return to the city.
Newbie is nudging up against me and wanting me to turn in. I think I will give in to him for a change.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Post 2802 - Tuesday
Hello again. Sorry that I didn't write last night, but I wasn't feeling very well. My body pretty much shut down around 8pm.
If it helps I see my doctor Wednesday morning, and part of what I discuss with him will be my over all malaise lately, along with my persistent chest pain from where I tried to lift that lawn tractor 10 days ago.
I can't get into the details very much because there is some sensitivity here, but I am trying to line up an interview for the next week or so. The person wasn't home tonight for me to book the interview, but I will try again tomorrow during my lunch hour or something. This interview may take place over the phone for practical reasons.
To that end, I this evening purchased one of those contraptions you hook up to a land phone (non-cordless) and to a voice recorder that allows you to record both sides of a telephone conversation. As a test, I used it to record a conversation with my mother, and it worked splendidly. Picked up her sotto voice, and my boisterous one. I didn't enjoy spending 30 dollars on the thing, but I should have it for a very long time. Even if I only use it from time to time, it is a neat enough thing to own that I should have had one some time ago.
Meanwhile, Wayne Harrett has tentatively offered me the use of one of Seaside FM's production studios to conduct the interview. I have to admit that I am sorely tempted to go that route. It just seems so much more professional to approach the interview in that way. Michael Enright, here I come!
(No, the interview is not with Michael Enright. I should be so lucky.)
My work week is half over. I will be off on Friday. As it stands, we plan to go on a ghost walk Thursday evening, a ghost TALK Friday night, and a haunted maze thing at Noggin's Corner (also on Friday night), something hosted by Q104 in Halifax, even though Noggin's Corner is in the Valley where the other things are that night. Go figure.
I guess that's it for this evening.
See you tomorrow, my fine and furried friends.
Bevboy
If it helps I see my doctor Wednesday morning, and part of what I discuss with him will be my over all malaise lately, along with my persistent chest pain from where I tried to lift that lawn tractor 10 days ago.
I can't get into the details very much because there is some sensitivity here, but I am trying to line up an interview for the next week or so. The person wasn't home tonight for me to book the interview, but I will try again tomorrow during my lunch hour or something. This interview may take place over the phone for practical reasons.
To that end, I this evening purchased one of those contraptions you hook up to a land phone (non-cordless) and to a voice recorder that allows you to record both sides of a telephone conversation. As a test, I used it to record a conversation with my mother, and it worked splendidly. Picked up her sotto voice, and my boisterous one. I didn't enjoy spending 30 dollars on the thing, but I should have it for a very long time. Even if I only use it from time to time, it is a neat enough thing to own that I should have had one some time ago.
Meanwhile, Wayne Harrett has tentatively offered me the use of one of Seaside FM's production studios to conduct the interview. I have to admit that I am sorely tempted to go that route. It just seems so much more professional to approach the interview in that way. Michael Enright, here I come!
(No, the interview is not with Michael Enright. I should be so lucky.)
My work week is half over. I will be off on Friday. As it stands, we plan to go on a ghost walk Thursday evening, a ghost TALK Friday night, and a haunted maze thing at Noggin's Corner (also on Friday night), something hosted by Q104 in Halifax, even though Noggin's Corner is in the Valley where the other things are that night. Go figure.
I guess that's it for this evening.
See you tomorrow, my fine and furried friends.
Bevboy
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Post 2801 - Sunday
Hi.
Sorry I didn't write on Saturday. We were out last night enjoying the Nocturne event in Halifax.
We left the house shortly after 6pm and drove to Gottingen, eventually parking on Portland Place. We ate at the Nook on Gottingen Street, a neat little ... nook ... that offers sandwiches and soups and nachos. Had never been there, but we went because we were hungry and they were an official participant in Nocturne. A woman in Dartmouth was internet broadcasting at some venue there, and the Nook was carrying it as well. She was telling stories; the idea was that those who wanted to, could draw whatever they were inspired to, using the crayons and colouring pencils and paper provided by the business. While we ate, Patricia sketched my root beer bottle as well as a bird's wing. The woman who was monitoring the event took pictures of Patricia's work and uploaded them to the tumblr page. I am not on tumblr, but if you are, you can search for "drawing on air" and see the work that the hundreds of participants produced.
After we ate, we wandered around the North End for a short while before realizing that the main action was downtown. We returned to Portland Place and rounded the corner to Brunswick and just made our way to places like the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia, where we saw the Mary Pratt exhibit, as well as Fireworks Gallery and a few other places. By this time, it was something like 11:15pm, and it would be over by midnight. We had some severely over-priced frozen yogourt at that new place at Pizza Corner, and then retraced our steps to the car.
Patricia's hip was acting up, so the last 10 minutes or so, I was on my own. This also being the curb-side giveaway weekend, I grabbed an up-for-grabs CD holder that was on my way to the car, as well as a coffee mug for a radio station not in this town, stuffed them in the car, and picked up Patricia.
We got home close to 12:30 this morning. Pooped, we went to bed and slept for a very long time.
Today has been about resting and taking it easy and watching season episodes of "Longmire". The more episodes of the show we see, the more angry and disappointed we are with A&E for cancelling the show in the first place. What were they thinking? And why did they think that people wouldn't be ticked off by this decision? I don't get it. Their most popular show, and they get rid of it. Sigh.
It is back to work in the morning. Another 4 day work week. Taking Friday off to be in the Valley to take care of some matters.
You guys have a good evening.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sorry I didn't write on Saturday. We were out last night enjoying the Nocturne event in Halifax.
We left the house shortly after 6pm and drove to Gottingen, eventually parking on Portland Place. We ate at the Nook on Gottingen Street, a neat little ... nook ... that offers sandwiches and soups and nachos. Had never been there, but we went because we were hungry and they were an official participant in Nocturne. A woman in Dartmouth was internet broadcasting at some venue there, and the Nook was carrying it as well. She was telling stories; the idea was that those who wanted to, could draw whatever they were inspired to, using the crayons and colouring pencils and paper provided by the business. While we ate, Patricia sketched my root beer bottle as well as a bird's wing. The woman who was monitoring the event took pictures of Patricia's work and uploaded them to the tumblr page. I am not on tumblr, but if you are, you can search for "drawing on air" and see the work that the hundreds of participants produced.
After we ate, we wandered around the North End for a short while before realizing that the main action was downtown. We returned to Portland Place and rounded the corner to Brunswick and just made our way to places like the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia, where we saw the Mary Pratt exhibit, as well as Fireworks Gallery and a few other places. By this time, it was something like 11:15pm, and it would be over by midnight. We had some severely over-priced frozen yogourt at that new place at Pizza Corner, and then retraced our steps to the car.
Patricia's hip was acting up, so the last 10 minutes or so, I was on my own. This also being the curb-side giveaway weekend, I grabbed an up-for-grabs CD holder that was on my way to the car, as well as a coffee mug for a radio station not in this town, stuffed them in the car, and picked up Patricia.
We got home close to 12:30 this morning. Pooped, we went to bed and slept for a very long time.
Today has been about resting and taking it easy and watching season episodes of "Longmire". The more episodes of the show we see, the more angry and disappointed we are with A&E for cancelling the show in the first place. What were they thinking? And why did they think that people wouldn't be ticked off by this decision? I don't get it. Their most popular show, and they get rid of it. Sigh.
It is back to work in the morning. Another 4 day work week. Taking Friday off to be in the Valley to take care of some matters.
You guys have a good evening.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Friday, October 17, 2014
Post 2800 - Friday
First of all, happy 2800th post, everyone.
My goodness, when I began Bevboy's Blog not quite 7 years ago, I had no idea that it would have lasted this long, let alone that I would have reached even 1400 posts. When I hit #500, I was amazed. 1000? Wow. Now, here I am closer to post 3000 than ever before, and I see no end point.
Was a good day. The highlight was probably when I got home this evening and got a FB message from Ed Shaw, weekend announcer at K-Rock in the Valley. He finally got the current issue of Frank and saw my shout out to him. He was very grateful for that. He is welcome. I have a lot of respect for him and his talent, and I hope that he is able to work his way into a full-time on air radio gig, sooner rather than later. He deserves it.
The lowlight, I guess, was after work today when we went to the cat hospital to pick up Cindy's ashes. It brought back sad memories for both of us. But at least now Patricia (and I) have the box containing her remains. We still miss her like crazy but now she will always be with us.
The weekend is here, and I look forward to Nocturne tomorrow night, as long as it isn't raining or anything.
You guys have a good night. I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
My goodness, when I began Bevboy's Blog not quite 7 years ago, I had no idea that it would have lasted this long, let alone that I would have reached even 1400 posts. When I hit #500, I was amazed. 1000? Wow. Now, here I am closer to post 3000 than ever before, and I see no end point.
Was a good day. The highlight was probably when I got home this evening and got a FB message from Ed Shaw, weekend announcer at K-Rock in the Valley. He finally got the current issue of Frank and saw my shout out to him. He was very grateful for that. He is welcome. I have a lot of respect for him and his talent, and I hope that he is able to work his way into a full-time on air radio gig, sooner rather than later. He deserves it.
The lowlight, I guess, was after work today when we went to the cat hospital to pick up Cindy's ashes. It brought back sad memories for both of us. But at least now Patricia (and I) have the box containing her remains. We still miss her like crazy but now she will always be with us.
The weekend is here, and I look forward to Nocturne tomorrow night, as long as it isn't raining or anything.
You guys have a good night. I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Post 2799 - Thursday
It is Thursday, right? I am not always so sure.
Yes. Thursday. Got it.
Past 10pm. I just spent the better part of an hour installing a pci-e card in a desktop computer, only to have the card not be recognized for some reason. I have a decent desktop machine, but it is one of those small form factor computers. It looks nice and compact until you open the thing and realize that it is compact inside as well. Reminds me of my old apartment. I had to move three items to get to the one I wanted, which is not a pleasurable way to spend one's time or to be efficient.
Eventually, I got the card in and the cover back on the computer. Hooked up all the cables and usb things I had before, being sure to make use of the new usb ports the card provided. Booted up the computer. And the devices I had plugged into the new usb ports were not recognized. Yippee. Something to worry about tomorrow night or something.
I have finally sent my latest Frank column in. I had sent in a good version of it Wednesday evening before my TM meeting, but added a small piece of news today, which is my deadline day anyway. Andrew will add it, and likely throw out an item that we both agree isn't really news after all.
Now that I have sent in that column, I can start working on the next one. I have already come up with an idea or two for a rant. I will select a vintage radio picture to send in ahead of time. I should get started soon. After all, my next deadline is but a scant two weeks away...
My chest doesn't like it when I take a deep breath or cough or sneeze or laugh. Other than that, it is fine. I may have something to discuss with my doctor next week, after all.
There is not much else to report. Guess I'll watch this week's Talking Dead and turn in.
See you tomorrow for post 2800!
Bevboy
Yes. Thursday. Got it.
Past 10pm. I just spent the better part of an hour installing a pci-e card in a desktop computer, only to have the card not be recognized for some reason. I have a decent desktop machine, but it is one of those small form factor computers. It looks nice and compact until you open the thing and realize that it is compact inside as well. Reminds me of my old apartment. I had to move three items to get to the one I wanted, which is not a pleasurable way to spend one's time or to be efficient.
Eventually, I got the card in and the cover back on the computer. Hooked up all the cables and usb things I had before, being sure to make use of the new usb ports the card provided. Booted up the computer. And the devices I had plugged into the new usb ports were not recognized. Yippee. Something to worry about tomorrow night or something.
I have finally sent my latest Frank column in. I had sent in a good version of it Wednesday evening before my TM meeting, but added a small piece of news today, which is my deadline day anyway. Andrew will add it, and likely throw out an item that we both agree isn't really news after all.
Now that I have sent in that column, I can start working on the next one. I have already come up with an idea or two for a rant. I will select a vintage radio picture to send in ahead of time. I should get started soon. After all, my next deadline is but a scant two weeks away...
My chest doesn't like it when I take a deep breath or cough or sneeze or laugh. Other than that, it is fine. I may have something to discuss with my doctor next week, after all.
There is not much else to report. Guess I'll watch this week's Talking Dead and turn in.
See you tomorrow for post 2800!
Bevboy
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Post 2798 - Wednesday
Well, that is embarrassing. I called Tuesday's post "Monday". Do I ever feel silly!
Been a busy day. I finished my latest Frank column during my lunch hour and after work and prepared for this week's Toastmasters meeting. Our Vice President of Education resigned suddenly in the last few days, which wasn't a surprise, and I took over those duties in the interim. I think I did quite well, actually, better than the person was the last going off. My shoes may not be as nice as hers, but at least I care enough to put together a good meeting.
The meeting room was chock-a-block. We had to bring in extra chairs. I very much hope that this is the beginning of a healthy new trend for us. By the hoary hosts of Hoggoth! I hope that it is. We need some good luck in our club.
Afterward, I grabbed a quick bite and picked up Patricia at her Pilates class. We drove home. I just got off the phone with my mother, whom I will see next week as we have a few financial transactions to take care of that can only be addressed when I am there with her.
This weekend is the annual Nocturne event in the downtown and in other parts of the city. We went a few years ago, but not since. However, this year, we definitely want to go. Seeing the city come alive with all this interesting art is something that has to be seen to be believed. It is times like that when I really like the city, and not when I have to endure being harassed by panhandlers and stepping over puke and being run into by other pedestrians who are engaged in texting.
It should be a good time.
I have a very early day tomorrow. Guess I'll call it a ... oh, never mind.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Been a busy day. I finished my latest Frank column during my lunch hour and after work and prepared for this week's Toastmasters meeting. Our Vice President of Education resigned suddenly in the last few days, which wasn't a surprise, and I took over those duties in the interim. I think I did quite well, actually, better than the person was the last going off. My shoes may not be as nice as hers, but at least I care enough to put together a good meeting.
The meeting room was chock-a-block. We had to bring in extra chairs. I very much hope that this is the beginning of a healthy new trend for us. By the hoary hosts of Hoggoth! I hope that it is. We need some good luck in our club.
Afterward, I grabbed a quick bite and picked up Patricia at her Pilates class. We drove home. I just got off the phone with my mother, whom I will see next week as we have a few financial transactions to take care of that can only be addressed when I am there with her.
This weekend is the annual Nocturne event in the downtown and in other parts of the city. We went a few years ago, but not since. However, this year, we definitely want to go. Seeing the city come alive with all this interesting art is something that has to be seen to be believed. It is times like that when I really like the city, and not when I have to endure being harassed by panhandlers and stepping over puke and being run into by other pedestrians who are engaged in texting.
It should be a good time.
I have a very early day tomorrow. Guess I'll call it a ... oh, never mind.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Post 2797 - Monday
It is nearly 9pm. First day back to work after 4 days off.
I thought about taking a sick day today. My chest was still crazy sore when I woke up. Ibuprofen later, I feel better. Thank you for asking.
My latest deadline for Frank Magazine looms. It is due on Thursday. I spent my lunch hour today working on it. I sent a rough draft to Andrew for a quick feedback, and he kindly gave me some. I will make the appropriate changes during my lunch tomorrow, and send it off to him either late tomorrow, or early on Thursday.
When I took on this bi-weekly task, I thought it would be a somewhat easier job to produce a column than it has proved to be. "Only" 1000 words or so. But I start working on the next column the day after a given is put to bed. It is much harder than writing radio-related blog posts for example. I'm not complaining or anything. A professional writing assignment is something I had long dreamed about, but it is not easy work. If you are a writer who can dash off something then you are either A) lazy, B) a fool, or C) a savant of some kind. I know I am not "C". I hope I am not "A" or "B".
Hey, remember that TV I bought a few weeks ago? The one where the picture craps out and then comes back, and then goes away again? Yeah. That TV. Well, the picture is more-or-less a permanent thing now. It was as if it were kidding with me, saying, "Yeah, I know I am refurbished so I am going to play with your mind. When you least expect it, I will function properly." I have it on right now, in anticipation of watching The Flash.
I have to admit, the picture looks pretty damned good on this TV, better in some ways than the 42 inch 1080p television in the next room. Nice, sharp image.
Hey, did I mention that The Flash was on? No? Well, The Flash is on.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I thought about taking a sick day today. My chest was still crazy sore when I woke up. Ibuprofen later, I feel better. Thank you for asking.
My latest deadline for Frank Magazine looms. It is due on Thursday. I spent my lunch hour today working on it. I sent a rough draft to Andrew for a quick feedback, and he kindly gave me some. I will make the appropriate changes during my lunch tomorrow, and send it off to him either late tomorrow, or early on Thursday.
When I took on this bi-weekly task, I thought it would be a somewhat easier job to produce a column than it has proved to be. "Only" 1000 words or so. But I start working on the next column the day after a given is put to bed. It is much harder than writing radio-related blog posts for example. I'm not complaining or anything. A professional writing assignment is something I had long dreamed about, but it is not easy work. If you are a writer who can dash off something then you are either A) lazy, B) a fool, or C) a savant of some kind. I know I am not "C". I hope I am not "A" or "B".
Hey, remember that TV I bought a few weeks ago? The one where the picture craps out and then comes back, and then goes away again? Yeah. That TV. Well, the picture is more-or-less a permanent thing now. It was as if it were kidding with me, saying, "Yeah, I know I am refurbished so I am going to play with your mind. When you least expect it, I will function properly." I have it on right now, in anticipation of watching The Flash.
I have to admit, the picture looks pretty damned good on this TV, better in some ways than the 42 inch 1080p television in the next room. Nice, sharp image.
Hey, did I mention that The Flash was on? No? Well, The Flash is on.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Monday, October 13, 2014
Post 2796 - Monday
Another short post.
We got back to the city around 5pm. We have been relaxing all evening. I managed to watch the season 5 opener of The Walking Dead this evening. It was very much worth the wait.
For those of you wondering: Yes, my chest is still sore, but maybe not quite so much. It only hurts when I laugh. Or cry. Or get up. Or sit down. Or do much of anything. I don't think I broke anything. Just pulled a muscle to the point where I heard something snap. Shows that I am not a young fella any more, I guess.
It is back to work in the morning. Yippee.
You guys have a good night. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We got back to the city around 5pm. We have been relaxing all evening. I managed to watch the season 5 opener of The Walking Dead this evening. It was very much worth the wait.
For those of you wondering: Yes, my chest is still sore, but maybe not quite so much. It only hurts when I laugh. Or cry. Or get up. Or sit down. Or do much of anything. I don't think I broke anything. Just pulled a muscle to the point where I heard something snap. Shows that I am not a young fella any more, I guess.
It is back to work in the morning. Yippee.
You guys have a good night. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Post 2795 - Sunday
Very brief post.
I injured myself while preparing to mow the lawn Saturday afternoon. The lawn tractor went off its track when I wheeled it out of the storage shed. In an effort to put it back in the shed I pulled a muscle in my chest. Heard the snap and everything.
I have been in pain ever since. I don't think I broke anything but it is hard to get up or to lie down or do much of anything. The frig of it is that I need some health back to do some heavy lifting tomorrow to get the car full for our return to the city.
Been having a wonderful day and 9 hours. Hoping the muscle heals enough to let me do my work tomorrow . It is not like Newbie can help out or anything.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Post 2794 - Saturday
Hi..
Welcome one last time in 2014 to the River John Library, where I type these humble, sub-par words.
Sorry I didn't write on Friday. My body pretty much shut down when we got to the cottage Friday afternoon, and I knew little else for the balance of the day. I missed the deadline for writing a blog post.
We got up this morning and had breakfast at Sharon's Place in Pictou before doubling back to go to Tatamagouche to the farmer's market. It was shutting down, but we ended up getting some veggies at a road-side stand. The people running it were sort-a, kind-a booted from the Farmer's Market because its board of directors were bullied by another member of the market who didn't want these guys there any more. Jealousy, petty jealousy. Until things are resolved they will sell their wares elsewhere. It would make a nice story for Frank; perhaps I will let Andrew know about it.
When we leave here we will return to the cottage, and I plan to mow as much of the lawn as the weather will let me. We are getting conflicting reports as to the forecast, but as long as it doesn't rain, we should be okay.
There is not much else going on. It has been a restful (probably too restful for me) weekend, and we have 48 hours more to go.
You guys have a good day. And I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Welcome one last time in 2014 to the River John Library, where I type these humble, sub-par words.
Sorry I didn't write on Friday. My body pretty much shut down when we got to the cottage Friday afternoon, and I knew little else for the balance of the day. I missed the deadline for writing a blog post.
We got up this morning and had breakfast at Sharon's Place in Pictou before doubling back to go to Tatamagouche to the farmer's market. It was shutting down, but we ended up getting some veggies at a road-side stand. The people running it were sort-a, kind-a booted from the Farmer's Market because its board of directors were bullied by another member of the market who didn't want these guys there any more. Jealousy, petty jealousy. Until things are resolved they will sell their wares elsewhere. It would make a nice story for Frank; perhaps I will let Andrew know about it.
When we leave here we will return to the cottage, and I plan to mow as much of the lawn as the weather will let me. We are getting conflicting reports as to the forecast, but as long as it doesn't rain, we should be okay.
There is not much else going on. It has been a restful (probably too restful for me) weekend, and we have 48 hours more to go.
You guys have a good day. And I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Post 2793 - An Early Thanksgiving
Hi. I got the following card in the mail on Wednesday. I had to share it with you. You can click on the image to make it bigger if you need to.
As you can see, it is from Ron Roberts, a gentleman who should live forever. After my interview with him ran in Frank Magazine a month or so ago, people were stopping him at the grocery store and telling him how much they had enjoyed the interview, which made his day over and over again.
I do these interviews more for me than anyone else. Or, at least, I thought I did. It turns out that quite often the jocks are flattered, even honoured, to be asked by me to talk to them. I don't quite get it. I just try to be respectful and ask good questions. Everything else flows from that.
Anyway, Ron Roberts, thank you for letting Patricia and me into your life. It was a great pleasure to meet you, and I do hope that we can hang out again, and soon.
Gosh, this card my day!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
As you can see, it is from Ron Roberts, a gentleman who should live forever. After my interview with him ran in Frank Magazine a month or so ago, people were stopping him at the grocery store and telling him how much they had enjoyed the interview, which made his day over and over again.
I do these interviews more for me than anyone else. Or, at least, I thought I did. It turns out that quite often the jocks are flattered, even honoured, to be asked by me to talk to them. I don't quite get it. I just try to be respectful and ask good questions. Everything else flows from that.
Anyway, Ron Roberts, thank you for letting Patricia and me into your life. It was a great pleasure to meet you, and I do hope that we can hang out again, and soon.
Gosh, this card my day!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Post 2792 - Ugh
Been a very long day.
I went to the gym after work today. It was the first time I had been there in... well, far too long.
The Good Life place had moved from Scotia Square to Granville Street Mall, or whatever they call that section of Granville Street. I arrived there around 4:50, changed into my gym gear, filled up my little water bottle, and found the stationary bikes.
The room is easily 3 times larger than the spin class room was in Scotia Square. Expansive and luxurious with lots of cool air blowing down on you.
The instructor was a young lady named Laura. Only about 8 people showed up for the 5:30 class.
I have to admit that I was winded within the first 5 minutes, but I remembered something that my late friend John Colpitts told me a number of years ago: Spin classes are about a marathon, and not a sprint. You go at your own relative pace, just as long as that pace leaves you winded and sweating and wanting to die. Which it did. At one point I swear I saw dead relatives beckoning to me, so I slowed down.
The class finished at 6:25. I made my way to the changing room and got into my street clothes and left to join Patricia for a quick bite at the Bluenose restaurant around the corner. She had pre-ordered me a clubhouse sandwich, with no fries, which is fine. It arrived a few minutes after I did, and I scarfed it down and looked around for another one. Cardio works up one's appetite.
Patricia had a yoga class at 7:30, so I drove her there and went to the nearby Shopper's Drug Mart to get some deodorant, which will permanently remain in the gym bag for the next time I go.
That next time will be... next Thursday. Will be out of town for the long weekend and be busy when I get back.
My plan is to go to the gym once a week for the first few weeks, and then increase it to twice a week for a while. Once I build up my stamina again, it may go up to three times a week, but that is quite some ways down the road.
I am committed to doing this. I feel pretty good tonight, even though my legs feel like rubber and can barely support me.
By Christmas time, I want to be down 5-6 pounds. I want to go down one pant size by January. This will take some doing on my part, but I will do it. I have to.
Don't get in my way. I may run you over.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I went to the gym after work today. It was the first time I had been there in... well, far too long.
The Good Life place had moved from Scotia Square to Granville Street Mall, or whatever they call that section of Granville Street. I arrived there around 4:50, changed into my gym gear, filled up my little water bottle, and found the stationary bikes.
The room is easily 3 times larger than the spin class room was in Scotia Square. Expansive and luxurious with lots of cool air blowing down on you.
The instructor was a young lady named Laura. Only about 8 people showed up for the 5:30 class.
I have to admit that I was winded within the first 5 minutes, but I remembered something that my late friend John Colpitts told me a number of years ago: Spin classes are about a marathon, and not a sprint. You go at your own relative pace, just as long as that pace leaves you winded and sweating and wanting to die. Which it did. At one point I swear I saw dead relatives beckoning to me, so I slowed down.
The class finished at 6:25. I made my way to the changing room and got into my street clothes and left to join Patricia for a quick bite at the Bluenose restaurant around the corner. She had pre-ordered me a clubhouse sandwich, with no fries, which is fine. It arrived a few minutes after I did, and I scarfed it down and looked around for another one. Cardio works up one's appetite.
Patricia had a yoga class at 7:30, so I drove her there and went to the nearby Shopper's Drug Mart to get some deodorant, which will permanently remain in the gym bag for the next time I go.
That next time will be... next Thursday. Will be out of town for the long weekend and be busy when I get back.
My plan is to go to the gym once a week for the first few weeks, and then increase it to twice a week for a while. Once I build up my stamina again, it may go up to three times a week, but that is quite some ways down the road.
I am committed to doing this. I feel pretty good tonight, even though my legs feel like rubber and can barely support me.
By Christmas time, I want to be down 5-6 pounds. I want to go down one pant size by January. This will take some doing on my part, but I will do it. I have to.
Don't get in my way. I may run you over.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Post 2791 - Teachers
Okay.
I have received some feedback about Monday's post, part of which in which(?) I mentioned a former teacher of mine, who later did time for child abuse.
Turns out that he also had an affair with the home economics teacher.
Sigh.
Hypocrisy.
I hate hypocrisy. Hate it. Hate. It. I have one of those memories, as you know, in which I can recall many events from very early in my life. I can never forget things many of my teachers, some of whom were class A-1 a-holes.
I know some teachers. They work really hard. But there is a small minority of them who are just there to collect a pay cheque. They are hateful and ignorant people who do whatever they can to stifle a child's growth rather than to encourage it. Unfortunately, those are the teachers we remember more than the good ones, who did the exact opposite.
Around these parts, all it takes is another professional development day, when there are no classes, for people to have to scramble and find a way to have their kids taken care of for that day. I work with several folks who have to do that. They end up taking a vacation day. Occasionally, they may be allowed to work from home for that day. But the inconvenience they have to endure because of these G.D. P.D. days is something they do not forget. I have often wondered what happens in families where the employer is not nearly as generous with allowing staff to make alternative arrangements.
Back when I was in junior high school, attending Kings County Academy, Grades 7-9, between September of 1976 and June of 1979, I encountered several teachers who... well, they didn't encourage kids to beat me up, but did nothing to stop it, either.
The gym teacher hated me so much he would yell and scream at me for little or no reason. Then, one day, he asked me why I never tried out for any teams. The previous gym teacher in that fine, fine educational establishment, actually broke a student's arm.
One teacher was such a prick, such an odious and loathsome excuse for a human being, that when he came by to give students some heads up information about the exams they were writing that he would be marking, actually stated he would throw their exams "in the garbage" if they did not conform to some arbitrary standard he set in place.
Or our Grade 8 English teacher, who took us to great task because we put our books on our assigned desks during recess, rather than carry them with us to her class that was right after recess, 10 minutes later. You would think we had been experimenting on house cats or something.
Or the ... Geography(?) teacher who threatened a student with violence if he didn't stop what he was doing.
Or the teacher who insisted that every piece of looseleaf have reinforcements on them.
Or the teacher who yelled at me because I walked up a flight of stairs on the left hand side rather than the right. She also took me to task because I referred to another teacher by his last name rather than use the honorific of "Mister", first.
Or the teacher who would strap a student, who was 14 years old max, until said student wept. How I hated that man.
Or the teacher who kept students after school, just because he could, meaning that many students had no way to get home, so they had to walk, some of them for quite a few miles.
I could go on. Something tells me I should go on. But I don't want to overlook the good teachers, one of whom rescued me from a good beating one afternoon. I don't know where History and Math teacher Fred Atkinson is these days, or if he has passed, but he was one of the good ones, a caring man who genuinely cared about his students, one of whom was your humble blogger. When I left that school, he was one of the very few things I regretted leaving behind. Another man was Mister Maddock, and I did see him right around the time my father died, because his mother-in-law or something was in the same facility. He remembered me, all those years later. I wonder if either gentleman is on Facebook.
I guess my point is that, while most teachers are fine human beings who are there for the right reasons, there are more than a few who are there for the wrong reasons. It sucks, but the shitty teachers are the ones whom we remember more. And that negativity toward teachers stays with you, until you grow up and have kids of your own. Then you have to endure times when your own kids are being bullied or have to make arrangements to deal with another professional development day, whose purpose has always seemed murky, even mysterious, to non-teachers.
The teaching profession is noble, but it needs a serious PR fix.
Tell me about some of your crappy teachers. And tell me about some of the really good ones, too.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I have received some feedback about Monday's post, part of which in which(?) I mentioned a former teacher of mine, who later did time for child abuse.
Turns out that he also had an affair with the home economics teacher.
Sigh.
Hypocrisy.
I hate hypocrisy. Hate it. Hate. It. I have one of those memories, as you know, in which I can recall many events from very early in my life. I can never forget things many of my teachers, some of whom were class A-1 a-holes.
I know some teachers. They work really hard. But there is a small minority of them who are just there to collect a pay cheque. They are hateful and ignorant people who do whatever they can to stifle a child's growth rather than to encourage it. Unfortunately, those are the teachers we remember more than the good ones, who did the exact opposite.
Around these parts, all it takes is another professional development day, when there are no classes, for people to have to scramble and find a way to have their kids taken care of for that day. I work with several folks who have to do that. They end up taking a vacation day. Occasionally, they may be allowed to work from home for that day. But the inconvenience they have to endure because of these G.D. P.D. days is something they do not forget. I have often wondered what happens in families where the employer is not nearly as generous with allowing staff to make alternative arrangements.
Back when I was in junior high school, attending Kings County Academy, Grades 7-9, between September of 1976 and June of 1979, I encountered several teachers who... well, they didn't encourage kids to beat me up, but did nothing to stop it, either.
The gym teacher hated me so much he would yell and scream at me for little or no reason. Then, one day, he asked me why I never tried out for any teams. The previous gym teacher in that fine, fine educational establishment, actually broke a student's arm.
One teacher was such a prick, such an odious and loathsome excuse for a human being, that when he came by to give students some heads up information about the exams they were writing that he would be marking, actually stated he would throw their exams "in the garbage" if they did not conform to some arbitrary standard he set in place.
Or our Grade 8 English teacher, who took us to great task because we put our books on our assigned desks during recess, rather than carry them with us to her class that was right after recess, 10 minutes later. You would think we had been experimenting on house cats or something.
Or the ... Geography(?) teacher who threatened a student with violence if he didn't stop what he was doing.
Or the teacher who insisted that every piece of looseleaf have reinforcements on them.
Or the teacher who yelled at me because I walked up a flight of stairs on the left hand side rather than the right. She also took me to task because I referred to another teacher by his last name rather than use the honorific of "Mister", first.
Or the teacher who would strap a student, who was 14 years old max, until said student wept. How I hated that man.
Or the teacher who kept students after school, just because he could, meaning that many students had no way to get home, so they had to walk, some of them for quite a few miles.
I could go on. Something tells me I should go on. But I don't want to overlook the good teachers, one of whom rescued me from a good beating one afternoon. I don't know where History and Math teacher Fred Atkinson is these days, or if he has passed, but he was one of the good ones, a caring man who genuinely cared about his students, one of whom was your humble blogger. When I left that school, he was one of the very few things I regretted leaving behind. Another man was Mister Maddock, and I did see him right around the time my father died, because his mother-in-law or something was in the same facility. He remembered me, all those years later. I wonder if either gentleman is on Facebook.
I guess my point is that, while most teachers are fine human beings who are there for the right reasons, there are more than a few who are there for the wrong reasons. It sucks, but the shitty teachers are the ones whom we remember more. And that negativity toward teachers stays with you, until you grow up and have kids of your own. Then you have to endure times when your own kids are being bullied or have to make arrangements to deal with another professional development day, whose purpose has always seemed murky, even mysterious, to non-teachers.
The teaching profession is noble, but it needs a serious PR fix.
Tell me about some of your crappy teachers. And tell me about some of the really good ones, too.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Monday, October 6, 2014
Post 2790 - Monday
Late. Turning in shortly.
Long day today. Being Monday and all, it sure was hard to get up this morning. Days like this, I remember the definition of "inertia" as described by my high school Physics teacher, the same man who would later go to jail for diddling his kids, and who would later end up taking classes with me in university after he got out of jail. But I digress.
He defined inertia as a resistance to a change in motion. Something that is moving, doesn't like to stop. Something that isn't moving, doesn't like to start. That is exactly how I feel on weekday mornings when the clock radio goes off at 5:30 and CBCs "Daybreak" is starting. I curse the morning, and I curse the fact that I must get up, and I curse the impending drive in heavy traffic.
Enough cursing.
My 4th column with Frank Magazine is up. You can go to the Frank website and read it for yourself if you are a subscriber. I am happy with the column, but I know that I can make it better, and I will work really hard to make that happen. I remain grateful to Andrew Douglas for this opportunity.
I am pretty hard on a certain radio station in a certain part of the province. I have disliked the station for many years now. Its playlist is all over the place; the result is a station that is nearly unlistenable, and I feel sorry for the folks in that market who either have to listen to that crap all day long, or miss out on what local content there is and tune into the CBC or something. I am hopeful that plenty of folks will write in to Frank and email me and thank me for writing what was long overdue.
Three more days in this work week. Then, off for four days. Looking forward to it.
Guess that's it for tonight.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Long day today. Being Monday and all, it sure was hard to get up this morning. Days like this, I remember the definition of "inertia" as described by my high school Physics teacher, the same man who would later go to jail for diddling his kids, and who would later end up taking classes with me in university after he got out of jail. But I digress.
He defined inertia as a resistance to a change in motion. Something that is moving, doesn't like to stop. Something that isn't moving, doesn't like to start. That is exactly how I feel on weekday mornings when the clock radio goes off at 5:30 and CBCs "Daybreak" is starting. I curse the morning, and I curse the fact that I must get up, and I curse the impending drive in heavy traffic.
Enough cursing.
My 4th column with Frank Magazine is up. You can go to the Frank website and read it for yourself if you are a subscriber. I am happy with the column, but I know that I can make it better, and I will work really hard to make that happen. I remain grateful to Andrew Douglas for this opportunity.
I am pretty hard on a certain radio station in a certain part of the province. I have disliked the station for many years now. Its playlist is all over the place; the result is a station that is nearly unlistenable, and I feel sorry for the folks in that market who either have to listen to that crap all day long, or miss out on what local content there is and tune into the CBC or something. I am hopeful that plenty of folks will write in to Frank and email me and thank me for writing what was long overdue.
Three more days in this work week. Then, off for four days. Looking forward to it.
Guess that's it for tonight.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Post 2789 - Sunday
It is pushing 11pm. In a few minutes the season finale to The Strain will be broadcast. It is the end of another weekend.
I overslept this morning. Even by Sunday morning standards, I overslept. I prepared lunch, and washed the dishes and loaded up the car and left the house. I picked up a few items in New Minas before visiting my mother for a few minutes. I left her and returned to Halifax, arriving around 3:30.
Newbie greeted me at the door. Once he knew I was home he went back to ignoring me, which is par for the course for any cat and his human. Patricia was more effusive in greeting me.
It has been a quiet evening. We watched a few episodes of season two of "Longmire", and shame on A&E for cancelling it. A wonderful show.
Back to work in the morning. The highlight will probably be when the new digital edition of Frank Magazine comes out, with my third column in it. I am far more outspoken in this new column. I hope you check it out.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I overslept this morning. Even by Sunday morning standards, I overslept. I prepared lunch, and washed the dishes and loaded up the car and left the house. I picked up a few items in New Minas before visiting my mother for a few minutes. I left her and returned to Halifax, arriving around 3:30.
Newbie greeted me at the door. Once he knew I was home he went back to ignoring me, which is par for the course for any cat and his human. Patricia was more effusive in greeting me.
It has been a quiet evening. We watched a few episodes of season two of "Longmire", and shame on A&E for cancelling it. A wonderful show.
Back to work in the morning. The highlight will probably be when the new digital edition of Frank Magazine comes out, with my third column in it. I am far more outspoken in this new column. I hope you check it out.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Post 2788 - Saturday
Late Saturday night.
Took my mother shopping this morning. Wore me out as usual.
We had lunch at Callister's in Coldbrook. Food was good but the blueberry pie they served me was inedible. Blueberries came from a can or something. No juice or taste and bad a pasty texture. Shame on them for serving it. Mom loved her pumpkin pie though.
We did some more shopping after that before I took her back to her nursing home. I came back to the family dwelling and have spent a number of quiet hours. I watched a film called "Slither". It starred Nathan Fillion and was directed by James Gunn who also directed this summer's little art film "The Guardians of the Galaxy ".
Back to the city tomorrow. Why do weekends go by so quickly? Hardly fair.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy.
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Friday, October 3, 2014
Post 2787 - Weekend
Hi. I'm in the Valley again this weekend. Got things to do here that I couldn't get done last weekend. Things like mowing the lawn and taking my mother shopping.
Newbie played hide and seek this evening so he remains in the city with Patricia. She told me that I had barely level the driveway when he sauntered from his hiding place and rubbed up against her. Somehow he knew o was leaving. Don't ask me how.
Been a long day especially since I was sick on Thursday. Looking back to some rest thus weekend.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Post 2786 - Wednesday
I am not feeling well tonight. I have been running to the Young General's Room for hours now. I had to walk out of a speech a guy was doing at my Toastmasters club tonight, which is something that people really should not do.
I am telling this not because I expect you to care, sympathise, or even empathise. Or notice, for that matter. It is just that I have been wiped-out-tired the last few days, and now I think I know why. If I am flu-ish like this in the morning and feeling run over by a freight train, then I guess I will take a sick day. Which, as you know, automatically means I don't do a blog post, as per the policy I laid out for you a year or two ago.
Just now, I sent off my 3rd column to Frank Magazine. Without giving too much away, I took a position or two that may or may not be popular with certain people in a segment of the province. I hope it unleashes a torrent of comments, mostly ones agreeing with me. Some things just have to be said sometimes. Ignoring them doesn't make them go away.
I did what is called a test speech at Toastmasters this evening. I spoke about how I had just applied for a job, and how much I hated those people who put out books and charged huge fees to help people secure employment by assisting them in producing "knock out" resumes, and covering letters that will leave managers begging for more. These people are bottom feeders, preying on vulnerable folks who need work. They are jagoffs who take money from people who are already in poor financial shape due to underemployment, or full-fledged unemployment. I eff-ing hate them.
So, tonight I did what I think I will now go forth and modify and enhance and turn into a full length project speech, in which I show people how I prepare a resume and a covering letter and how I prepare for an interview.
People at my work may think I am a strange person for doing this kind of presentation because, at the end of the day, it is not as if I have taken over the world in my own star-spangled career. But I still feel I have something to say on the subject, and I will say it and do it at no cost to my audience. I will do this with a clear conscience, something that the nutbars I mentioned two paragraphs above have to right to possess.
Anyway, that is a fight for another day. I think I will just call my mother, see how she is doing, and turn in for the evening.
See you tomorrow. Or Friday, in case I am sick tomorrow.
Bevboy
I am telling this not because I expect you to care, sympathise, or even empathise. Or notice, for that matter. It is just that I have been wiped-out-tired the last few days, and now I think I know why. If I am flu-ish like this in the morning and feeling run over by a freight train, then I guess I will take a sick day. Which, as you know, automatically means I don't do a blog post, as per the policy I laid out for you a year or two ago.
Just now, I sent off my 3rd column to Frank Magazine. Without giving too much away, I took a position or two that may or may not be popular with certain people in a segment of the province. I hope it unleashes a torrent of comments, mostly ones agreeing with me. Some things just have to be said sometimes. Ignoring them doesn't make them go away.
I did what is called a test speech at Toastmasters this evening. I spoke about how I had just applied for a job, and how much I hated those people who put out books and charged huge fees to help people secure employment by assisting them in producing "knock out" resumes, and covering letters that will leave managers begging for more. These people are bottom feeders, preying on vulnerable folks who need work. They are jagoffs who take money from people who are already in poor financial shape due to underemployment, or full-fledged unemployment. I eff-ing hate them.
So, tonight I did what I think I will now go forth and modify and enhance and turn into a full length project speech, in which I show people how I prepare a resume and a covering letter and how I prepare for an interview.
People at my work may think I am a strange person for doing this kind of presentation because, at the end of the day, it is not as if I have taken over the world in my own star-spangled career. But I still feel I have something to say on the subject, and I will say it and do it at no cost to my audience. I will do this with a clear conscience, something that the nutbars I mentioned two paragraphs above have to right to possess.
Anyway, that is a fight for another day. I think I will just call my mother, see how she is doing, and turn in for the evening.
See you tomorrow. Or Friday, in case I am sick tomorrow.
Bevboy
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