Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Planet Bluetop

On "Bluetop" there are some very very unusual animals and birds. One of the birds is a Tigerbird. Bluetop is the only planet that is red with a blue top.

- Ricardipus, November 15, 1974 (age 7). Ysgol Coed Mawr, Bangor, Wales.



Now you know. The Orange-Necked Vulture and Spotted Giraffes are never explained. Presumably, the tigerbirds are sexually dimorphic, as one has a striped beak and one doesn't, although I suppose one could be a juvenile, or they could be different colour morphs or subspecies. Who can say?

This piece rated one red star, a checkmark, and the comment "Good - and a excellent illustration!" Little did the author realize he'd be recycling this, some 32 years later, in an excellent example of "how to make a blog post with no current content whatsoever".

Happy New Year everyone!

Friday, December 29, 2006

December, 2006

Still not much time for blogging, but there are a few new sunsets on Flickr:


sunset over Lake Ontario, December 2006, #1

Taken from the in-laws' back deck.

Happy New Year everyone...! "See" you in 2007, if not before.

Friday, December 22, 2006

December

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh I'm busy right now. What with end-of-year research projects needing completion, Christmas shopping, social events (what? a social life, you say? 'stonishing!), and any number of super-duper-critical-must-happen-RIGHT-NOW! meetings, I'm swamped.

See, it's not just Zoe who's a busy bee these days. Or Dawn with her rehearsals and performances and things. It's me, too, which is why I'm a bit absent at the moment.

[sympathetic noises can be inserted here... although I suspect that derisive ones are more likely]

Forget about April being "the cruellest month" - it's December. See you in January. In the meantime, Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and all that.

Come to think of it, January's going to be horrible too...

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Flying deeper into the century

...the 21st century, that is. And yes, I admit that I stole the title of this post from a poem by Canadian poet Pier Giorgio di Cicco. I've got one of his books on the shelf across the room, and I even read it from time to time.*

This, of course, segues nicely into yet another discussion of Ricardipus fighting with 21st-century technology, following on from my recent battles with Blogger templates, mp3 encoding, an overly complicated digital camera, and so forth.

Come to think of it, battles with even simple technologies are common around this place, at least when I'm involved. Ask me about getting the shrink-wrap off DVDs sometime. It's a private little war all in itself.

Anyway, the culprit this time is wireless internet. Yes, indeed - after minor whining (by me; nobody else cares much) about Chateau Ricardipus being somewhat less than state-of-the-art in terms of Wi-Fi connectivity (i.e., there wasn't any), I took it on myself to remedy the situation. Which was surprisingly simple, really - a $40 router from The Source (which is the Canadian version of what used to be Radio Shack - don't ask, there was some complicated litigation involved I believe). In my usual way, I opened the box more or less on the spot, intending to read the manual on the way home.

Wake up, Ricardipus. It's the 21st century. There is no manual. At least, not one you can read without popping the CD-ROM into a friendly computer.

Having gotten home, the thing turned out to be dead simple to set up and get talking to my slightly-hijacked-from-work laptop (yes, I'm allowed to have it at home, stop calling the authorities). No manual required. Unfortunately, it turned out to be dead complicated to enable the security to stop the whole street from using my high-speed. This did require reading the manual, and I'm still not totally sure I got it right. As for mapping drives and sharing folders between the Sleek and Intelligent Computer™ and the laptop, well... not yet. But I'm working on it. Diligently.**

Nevertheless... Qualified Success! I am now typing at you while lying on my bed, two floors and the length of the house away from the cable modem. I know, I know, it's a trivial thing, but it seems like a big success to me, ok?

So... speaking of "Flying deeper into the century" (oooo, another segue!), since the new year is fast approaching, and with Misty's post about goals for the expiring year in mind, I will add "got wireless working" to my List of Accomplishments™ for this year. Along with starting a blog, leaving all kinds of smart-arsed remarks all over other peoples' blogs, taking a few halfway decent photos, and finally transferring some of my old music to a shiny, modern, digital format. And getting a new job, that was important too.

Roll on, 2007! What astonishing accomplishments await...



*About once every two years, on average.
**This is not entirely true.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

An apology...

...for being mean to Dawn recently.

She likes badgers, and this doesn't look entirely unlike one:



Ok, it's a totally useless drawing, but the best that I can do.

Friday, December 08, 2006

You know you're a parent if:

I think (given contributions from others) that we're up to #11 now:

You have ever had to formulate a persuasive argument as to why shampoo is not a type of poo.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Vehicles

As I noted recently, a few months ago I traveled to the Land of Many Freeways™, a place sadly devoid of interesting vehicles, other than the vintage Ford GT40 that puttered by me on my way through El Toro. I did, however, see a few examples of the ridiculous Scion xB, an inordinately ugly vehicle that looks like a full-size van that's been squashed from front to back and had its legs chopped off to boot.

What's worse, people lower them. As in, low-ridin', pneumatic suspension, probably could bounce up and down like they do in rap videos.

Foul. I even saw one here, in the Land of Not Quite So Many Freeways But Horrible Traffic Nonetheless™. Unfortunately, the bus driver could not be convinced to run it over.

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Since it snowed on the weekend, I am forced to accept that sports car season is really over, and I must therefore bid adieu to my friends, at least until spring:

Farewell Aston Martin DB9, and your friend the Ferrari 360 Modena which was going in the other direction. And all the other Modenas, 360 Spiders and the 360 Challenge Stradale, silly red-white-and-green racing stripe and all.

Au revoir to the other 'raris: both 512 Testarossas, the Maranello (550 or 575M, couldn't tell which, it was far away and moving fast), F40, F355, 348 seen at the garden centre (of all places), ugly Mondial, 308 GTS (and at least two other 308s) .

Until we meet again: Maserati Coupés and Spyders (at least five), Mercedes SL55 AMG (a couple at least), the orange(!) Lamborghini Murcielago (probably, it was a long way away) and the yellow Gallardo, the bright red Lotus Esprit, the Bentley Continental GT (ugly as sin), some kind of Saleen-ified Mustang, a gorgeous vintage Sunbeam Tiger and the various and assorted Alfa Romeo Spiders.

Obsessed, moi ?

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In other news, I took a whole bunch of photos of electronics and vacuum tubes over the weekend, a few of which actually turned out ok. They're all on Flickr. And Misty has a couple of nice new Flickr groups to look at as well, to which yours truly has contributed a few snaps.

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Finally, you'll all be happy to know that recently, the Ricardiblog was as high as #9 on a Google search for "Titwank", courtesy of Milady's comment on my second post ever. We seem to have slipped a bit since then, although doubtless my typing the word again here will boost things up again. Why would I know this, you ask? Referrer logs, of course.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

You know you're a parent if:

8. You have ever eaten a meal consisting of a single chicken nugget, three goldfish crackers and half a grape.