Kev

Tell me you don’t know someone who would love one of these. Don’t let the geek with the notebook throw you off, as I’m thinking sane people would use it for something other than surfing for… stuff. I can see several of the people I know using it to sip a beverage while becoming one with the couch. A little more practical, too.

P.S. to the folks who make The Slanket: Invite some pretty people over, and take their pictures with your product instead of you. The grimace of Mr. Ruby Wine as he ponders his book (and do you really use this for book reading?) and Mr. Limoges one-handed remote wielding while he FFs through the foreplay are not helping you sell anything. No, really.

I saw an ad for this site and had to laugh a little. It’s all about how to get rich by suing spammers for the low, low price of $34.95. (no legal knowledge required!) It even says that you can “Start looking forward to finding those emails selling Viagra, Mortgages and Porn”.

Sign me up, I need some dough! I’m actually tempted to see what’s in this wonderkit, but $45 is a little much to read the equivalent of a 1-800 ambulance chaser ad. Interestingly enough, the company that markets this package has a bunch of other domains (which I won’t bother listing), all of which hide any kind of real information by using their registrar’s contact information or a service like Domains by Proxy.

The final part that’s really funny, is that the parent company is identified as “Fusion Corp” in Austin, Texas. There’s a web advertising business that has a parent named “Fusion Corp” in Austin, TX as well. Maybe they’re hoping people will sue their competition to open up the market for them. Fusion Corp seems to have a bunch of other sites that sell/promote spyware that allows you to check up on your kids and spouse.

All in all, an entertaining company that I will stay well away from, curiosity and all.

I’m sorry, but you cannot possibly convince me that Polamalu didn’t intercept that ball with 5 and change to go. He had clear control from the time he caught it, through the roll, and his knee popped it loose and he recovered it. If it was the offense, it would have been ruled complete, I’m pretty damn sure.

I understand the refs are under a lot of pressure, but there is no way in hell the review showed indisputable evidence the ball wasn’t intercepted. He had control fromt he time he laid hands on the ball. He brought it into the body prior to rolling, which is a “football move”. I just don’t understand how the ref didn’t rule it an interception from the replay and, barring that, where the indisputable evidence was that he didn’t cath the ball (as was ruled on the field).

The Colts quickly scored a touchdown after the call, and converted the two pointer. If this game goes to the Colts, I gotta question just what in the fuck the NFL has instant replay for, because I just don’t see what the ref saw (and I’m willing to bet the NFL will admit – if Pittsburgh wins – that he blew the call big time).

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Update: The drunken kicker blew it as big as the ref did. The Steelers win, as they should have, but omfg it was an interesting finish. I feel for Tony Dungee, but the Steelers deserved the win. Oh, and Jerome, please tuck the ball before you take on the line.

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Update 2: No kidding.

Tonight was one of those nights where I had to stop and think. This is an oddity for me, and it was brought on by the fact that my dad has not been to a place that I’ve called “home” since I lived on Kilborne Place. For those who may be unfamiliar with where I’ve lived and when, I moved out of my Kilborne condo in November of 1999. Frig.

In any event, my Dad and his compadre Sue came over for dinner this eve, and it was most excellent. I gave them the grand tour, and I realised I really like what the place is turning into. A huge reason behind my being as happy with it as I am is due to Kristina, who has supplied a tonne of ideas and helped me figure out what I wanted to do with my living space. It is warm, comfy, and I love it.

Dinner consisted of Lee’s white chicken chili, complete with a dollop of fat-free sour cream and fat-full old cheddar cheese. I served whole wheat tortillas and a baby romaine with red onion, grape tomoatoes, mushrooms, and pine nut salad, and a really nice pinot grigio. We all sampled a wee dram in lieu of dessert (which I totally forgot about), and it was a really nice eve.

I must have more people over more often, it’s way too much fun. The really scary part is that Dad and Sue are my first dinner guests, and I moved in here mid-April last year. Firk.

I’m thinking some dinner invitations will be in the mail, soon, for some folks.

So. Welcome to WordPress 2.0. The transition seems to have gone decently, although I will admit I haven’t looked at everything. I’m still using Spam Karma, and will continue to do so as it has performed incredibly well. A couple tweaks were required, but this place seems to have come through just fine.

Now all I have to do is post.

Would anyone in the Ottawa area like a coffee table? It’s solid pine, from Ikea, and has survived seven moves and six career changes. As expected, the pine has taken on a golden hue from aging, and has been oiled on a quarterly basis through its life. There are a number of minor dents here and there, but they simply add character. It’s served me well, and if you need something similar for your living/family room, drop me a line and we can talk. I don’t want cash, I just want it to go to a place where it’ll be happy. It looks very similar to the table in this pic, just two years older.

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Update: It’s spoken for.

Since we’re about to get bombarded with a whole bunch of promises that’ll never be kept, here’s a little election humour to kick things off:

A company of Canadian troops were on patrol north of Khandahar and came upon a Taliban insurgent badly injured and unconscious. Nearby, on the opposite side of the road was a Canadian soldier in a similar but less serious condition. The soldier was conscious and alert. As first aid was given to both men, the soldier was asked what had happened.

The soldier reported: “I was heavily armed and moving north along this highway and coming south was that heavily armed Taliban insurgent. We saw each other and immediately took cover. I called out to him that Osama bin Laden was a miserable low-life, scumbag, and he yelled back that Paul Martin was a rich, good-for-nothing, lying, Liberal windbag and a thief.”

“We were standing there shaking hands when a truck hit us.”