March 27, 2007


This looks like fun...

While Arcade Fire was in Paris, they sang one of their songs in a freight elevator at the Olympia. Great song, great band...

Apparantly, the guy that filmed it does this a lot with various bands. My favorite band-i've-never-heard-of so far? Alamo Race Track. Too bad their album's only released in Holland and France.

March 21, 2007


My computer cheats.

So, with the stress of convention bearing down, I like to relax a little with some computer gaming. And what could be more relaxing than a little backgammon? OK, not my first thought either...but it was a free download. So, why not.
Now, if you don't know backgammon, this will be absolutely meaningless to you. But if you do...
My suspicions were aroused after getting creamed in the first game. And the second. And the third. But the fourth was mine. All mine.
I'm up 8-0, he's still got pieces stuck in my home.
Then it happens.
I stop scoring. Bad numbers. I shuffle my pieces around in the vain hope of scoring, but it just wasn't happening.
Meanwhile, here's how the PC's game goes:
Double.
Double.
Double.
Score.
Score.
Double(score x4)
Score.
Score.
Double(score x4)
...and so it goes, until I'm left with 8 pieces on the board, all in the 2/3 position, and rolling a 5/1...four times in a row. The PC? Three pieces in the one position.
I think to myself,"if the PC rolls a double one (which would win him the game), I'm uninstalling this game." The result?
The game is no longer on my computer.

March 15, 2007


Stupid DST.

Who would ever have thought that a change to Daylight Savings Time would create more hassle for an IT department than the Y2K change did??? No point in going into details...let's just say that bad programming = my giant headache.
So, life in the castle goes on; not much new here. Hey, the restaurant's (finally) open again...really good food too. Mmm...calamarie. Tasty!
Convention's shaping up to be as big a headache as ever. Which is odd, seeing as the word 'housing' alongside the word 'help' have yet to be uttered in my presence. But whoever's idea it was to reduce the PC to just seven members needs to be shot. Figuring out how we're getting the equipment to Ottawa should be a five minute conversation, not a two week ordeal. But that's what happens when the right people aren't allowed to talk to each other. All the same, it should be a good year. Assuming there's no more surprises.
Anyhow, that's about it for now. The search for a house continues, though I'm afraid I may be a little too picky. In theory, I could have bought a house six months ago, yet here I sit, in my castle, wasting money on rent. I need a swift kick in the ass, I do.