Wednesday, 30 March 2011

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Do the things you used to talk about doing but never did. Know when to let go and when to hold on tight. Stop rushing. Don't be intimidated to say it like it is. Stop apologizing all the time. Learn to say no, so your yes has some oomph. Spend time with the friends who lift you up, and cut loose the ones who bring you down. Stop giving your power away. Be more concerned with being interested than being interesting. Be old enough to appreciate your freedom, and young enough to enjoy it. Finally know who you are.

-- Kristin Armstrong

NGINEERIN

I didn't grow up wanting to be an engineer.  Who does?  For a time I wanted to be a firefighter (ha), then a magician, then a chemist, then a private detective.  Then I got interested in cars.  Man I loved cars.  I thought for sure I'd grow up and be designing cars.  My math and science grades were always high so engineering was the logical choice from about Grade 8 on.  University was a big slap in the face though.  I should have bailed then but there was just too much momentum behind this career choice.  The automotive industry was nothing like I had imagined it.  A vast soul-less enterprise where a lifetime of work could ultimately see an engineer reach the position of chief door hinge designer.  One work term at an automotive supplier was all it took to get cars out of my head.

And I've been bouncing around ever since.  Trying to find something that makes this career choice seem worthwhile.  I've done forestry equipment, farm equipment, garbage trucks, mining equipment, and now recreational vehicles.  Looking back I should have stuck it out in forestry.  I can still quote specs from skidders and I get genuinely excited when I see something about forestry equipment in a trade magazine.  But it's a volatile industry and there's nothing to say I wouldn't be out of a job if I'd stuck around anyways.

And then there's the ball kicking.  Engineering is a career made up entirely of getting kicked in the balls.  Engineers are bred to take abuse and blame.  I'm not just feeling sorry for myself here.  Walk into any cross-functional development team meeting and I guarantee half the room is pointing their fingers at the engineer in the room.  Fuck those guys.

I need a change.  This isn't working.  I spent 5 years in systems (glorified mouse ball cleaner) and 2 of those years were the happiest I've ever been working for somebody else.  I'd never claim to be good at what I did there but I enjoyed the challenge and the constant learning if not the employers themselves.  I could do that again.

Looking back at my list of childhood options, chemist is the only viable alternative for me at this point.  Maybe I'll see if Sally Struthers can hook me up with a degree in chemistry.  Then it's a hop skip and a jump to making my own crystal meth.  Ah, daydreams.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

What's TBone Drinking?

Coffee and Bailey's!

Mmmmm....Bailey's.

What's TBone Drinking?

Screwdrivers!

Yes, I'm back on board with that classic vodka, orange juice combination.  I really could go for a scotch given the climate at work but I've inflicted enough scotch-induced snoring for a while.  AND I found a fancy bottle of Absolut that Jen was trying to hide from me.  Silly minx.  There's no hiding alcohol from TBone!

Monday, 28 March 2011

WTF

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They're called "Scented Natural Spheres".  And I have never been more frightened in my life. If you're reading this, please send help!

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Pillow Fight

Yah, so, moving in together has been a process.  Not unexpected.  I am a natural born slob and Jen, well, there's a reason she has the nickname "Roomba".  As the household was processed, I made token protests as this or that was thrown out or relegated to the basement.  The only thing I really had to argue to keep was my actual Roomba.  It's a perfectly good Roomba and Jen wanted it banished.  I think she felt threatened.  Don't worry babe, you're still the number one Roomba for me.

But it's all been for the better.  Everything is very well organized and tidy.  You'd never recognize it as a TBone domicile.  But I'm still struggling with one change.  For the life of me I can not wrap my head around the concept of "ornamental" pillows.  Pillows you put on your bed but when it's time to sleep you immediately take them off the bed and put them on the floor.  My head will never touch one of these pillows even though they are perfectly functional and would comfortably hold my head at an ideal sleeping angle.  No.  These pillows are just for looking at.  And then putting on the floor for the night.

All in all, a small thing, but never let it be said that TBone is not one to take a small issue and blow it entirely out of proportion.  Jen's been patient enough to put up with my pillow rants so far but I know I shouldn't push it.  It's the last you'll hear on this topic.  Anyways, I have to go put Roomba back in the spare room.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Deathstar Cookie Jar

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Revealed a bit of the geek in me last week.  Mentioned how a hood design looked "Romulan".  Ends up the product manager buys me a deathstar cookie jar WITH cookies.  Yah, work's not bad sometimes.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Amrut Fusion

Yah, scotch, I remember it well.  My long time friend and confidant hasn't been around much lately.  I feel bad for treating him this way.  Scotch got me through some pretty horrible times.  But with great happiness comes great sobriety.

But there are still days like today.  Gah.  Don't need to go into details, just more engineering bullshit, but it did drive me straight to the LCBO on one of the crappier driving days of the year.

The last time I was at the LCBO, I was desperate to find something, anything, new.  Luckily, I now have people doing research for me.  Cheers to Pam for forwarding this article about single malt whiskies being distilled in India.  I was more than a little skeptical.  I'd tried single malts from Japan and Canada and been horribly disappointed but the article did a good job of piquing my interest.  I did a check on the LCBO web site and found there was ONE bottle of the "fusion" at the Highland Road LCBO so I slid my way up there and picked it up!

It's a $70 bottle, not something I'm going to make a habit of buying but not unreasonable for the resumption of an old habit.  But the price sets the bar.  This better be a decent bottle of whisky.

And I'm not unimpressed.  The aroma is fragrant, evoking hints of peat and peaches.  Very promising.  The taste is dry with a definite peatiness but not in an overbearing Islay way.  There is a fruitiness that introduces itself quickly then makes way for a bloom of oaky goodness.  The fire burns smoothly down to the belly and the after-taste lingers perhaps for a beat too long.  But very good.  The Post article says that this whisky could be aged in as little as 5 years.  Very impressive. The quick aging, unorthodox region, and resulting taste demand a score of 4.  But I have to knock it down a half point for the price.  You're trying to knock the Scottish boys off the top?  You have to come with guns blazing on price.

An Indian delight!  3.5 shots!


Saturday, 19 March 2011

What's TBone Watching?

With estrogen levels at an all-time high in the TBone household, I've found the television has more and more been tuned to stations such as TLC, W, and Slice rather than TSN, Sportsnet, and Spike.  Oh, and by the way, "Slice"?  Really?  A network focused on the female demographic and you name it "Slice"?  Subtle.

Anyways, the last couple weeks I've watched more shows about cakes, wedding dresses, and interior decorating than I ever would have imagined viewing in my lifetime.   Most of the shows fit a similar framework with "contestants" working through some fabricated drama with the help of some loud, angular, woman and her flamboyantly, gay co-host.  The archetype of this meme is the show "Love it or List it".  60 minutes of over-wrought emotion as Loud Angular Woman (LAW) renovates a couple's current home with the goal of getting them to stay there while Flamboyantly Gay Man (FGM) tries to find a house on the market that the couple would rather have than their newly renovated current house.

It's all a bunch of made-up nonsense happening to a bunch of other-worldly people who can somehow afford to spend $50,000 on a renovation while bickering about buying an $800,000 house.  But I find myself consistently drawn into this mess and I end up doing more yelling at the TV than I do at any Leafs vs. Sens game.

I hope to keep everybody up to speed as I delve further into this area of television.  I'm particularly excited to see what's coming out on that new female-focus network, The Clam.  Apparently they've just signed Paris AND Perez Hilton to host a show about decorating cupcakes.  Can't wait.

Friday, 18 March 2011

Wherever I May Roam

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Pure unadulterated slop.  And I love it.

May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you may roam...
-- Irish Proverb

Sunday, 6 March 2011

WWILTPITFTW

Who would I like to punch in the face this week?

Lady Gaga.  I don't really know much about this person other than she is the person responsible for the song "Alejandro".  This song is apparently popular because I keep hearing it in stores that I shop in.  And then I can't get it out of my head.

I don't like this song.  It is stupid.  But it chews its way into my brain and I can't get the fucker out for hours afterwards.  I'll be sitting there watching a hockey game and all of a sudden an errant "Alejandro!" will just come out of my mouth.  It is diabolical.  And I would love to punch Lady Gaga in the face for causing this to happen.