Sunday, 30 December 2012

I had a dream.

As a late christmas present for my sister, I will describe the dream I had last night.  It was pretty much just me and my boss from work arguing with the engineering manager from the gear division about how to correctly tolerance a drawing and construct a proper bill of material. Yup. We changed venues every now and then and sometimes we were yelling about CAD modeling but mostly it was the three of us simultaneously yelling about geometric tolerancing and BOM's. In the middle of a nice relaxing holiday, I'm wasting some quality dream time on this sort of bullshit?   I know I have to go back to work in the new year but if anybody brings up tolerancing or bills of material that first week, I may have a breakdown.

Now I shared this pathetic dream with Jen and she proceeds to tell me about the dream SHE had last night.  In her dream I was a professional baseball player and I had just been traded to the LA Angels. During my first game she was very busy in the dugout telling my new team mates how awesome she is at baking and how she'll be sending me to work with all sorts of goodies for them.  And then I started crying and proposed to her in the middle of the baseball field.

So in my dreams I'm doing the exact same shit I do in the real world and in jen's I'm a romantic millionaire baseball player...  I think I'll let her do all the dreaming from now on.

Monday, 24 December 2012


Driving around this morning, I was reminded how much hatred I have in my heart for anybody that attempts a left-hand turn without a dedicated turning lane.  It's irrational and completely hypocritical but it is what it is. Crawling along the congested arteries that make up Kitchener traffic, you can only feel rage when you see that blinker 5 cars in front of you.  Any escape plan is futile.  You can only sit there and seethe watching and waiting for the jagoff to find his break in the oncoming stream to make his leftward break and free the pile up behind him.

It's not his fault.  Dude has to turn left.  Happens to everybody.  Doesn't matter.  I hate that person.  He has personally shit upon my day by not living on the right hand side of the avenue I'm currently traversing.  I hate him.  Hate, hate, hate.

Now picture that person driving a vehicle with a pair of foam antlers sticking out of the windows and a red Rudolph nose on its hood.  The rage evolves into a pure white light of vengeance.  How DARE you!?!  That shit you took on my day is now being dressed up in a silly jacket and hat. It is all I can do to not pull my vehicle into oncoming traffic just for the opportunity to ram my truck into those ridiculous antlers.

Hmm, this turned a little too ragey for a Christmas post.  I guess my point here is that I shouldn't be out in public during the entire month of December.

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Time

Just me and Jen this Christmas morning.  Definitely missing our families but it will probably be the last Christmas we spend on our own once Peanut comes along.  The Robickles will be along for dinner though so we won't be going completely solo.  But I did think our Charlie Brown Christmas tree was appropriate:

Still looking forward to presents and a relaxing day of goofing off.  Jen had made sure we were prepared for Christmas months ago so it has been pretty stress free actually.  I did have a grocery list to take care of this morning though.  I was at the grocery store for 7 a.m. and the paltry crowd had me pretty pleased with myself.  I grabbed everything we needed for the next couple days and hightailed it out of there.  The only thing left to get was some booze.

The LCBO opened at 10.  I was there at 10:10.  There were already 5 cashiers open and the lines were 20 people deep.  Sweet merciful crap.  I rounded up all the necessities and actually managed to get through the line in short order.  My hat is off to the efficient processors at the Ottawa St. LCBO!

With the shopping done I scurried home, avoiding traffic incident after traffic incident.  Huddled in the comfort of my favourite chair I just had to wait for my hunny bunny to make it home and I'd be completely ready for Christmas.

One last thing, if the family around you starts grating on you this holiday saeson, I highly recommend taking a look at the Dropkick Murphy's latest as a reminder of how special this time of year is and how special families can be.

Merry Christmas everybody!

Sunday, 16 December 2012


Our friends, the Allenses, once again hosted the only Christmas party that matters.  Things were a little disjointed this year due to the unfortunate passing of Jen's grandfather.  But she and Ms. Robickle battled through long drives and little sleep to make sure they were there for the festivities.

With Jen's lack of sleep and my battling a cold, I wasn't expecting much drama.  Certainly nothing like two years ago when I had made such a spectacular ass of myself while trying to liquify my brain.  But despite very little alcohol intake, I still managed to let myself down.

The Secret Santa gift exchange is a staple of the Allenses Christmas Party.  Much time and stress is invested in the selection of your $10 gift.  Everyone piles their gifts under the tree and a random draw determines the order of gift selection.  The twist (and drama) comes from the tradition of "stealing" gifts.  I've had my issues with this feature in the past.  The thing is, when you get something really cool, people are gunning for you.  There had been confusion on the parameters of when and what you could steal in previous years so the rules were reviewed and reiterated and hammered home before the first gift was selected.

And I still fucked it up.

I kicked off the stealing by grabbing a Jim Beam barbecue set that Judy had already selected.  I was pretty sure that wasn't going to remain in my possession for long.  But when I lost the wireless indoor/outdoor thermometer, I got a little ticked off.  I looked around the room and grabbed the coolest thing that first came into view.  One of the "volleyball" friends had just stolen a skull shaped shot glass which lead to my thermometer getting stolen so I just stole the shot glass.  And that was wrong.  We weren't supposed to be stealing the same gift in the same round it was originally stolen.

I realized my mistake later.  I felt shame.  When all the gift selections and stealing were done.  I approached the volleyball group and admitted my transgression.  The person I had stolen from accused me of just wanting the gift that she had replaced the shot glass with.  My apologies were accepted but you could tell suspicions remained.  I probably ruined any chance of building a bridge between the volleyball friends and the Deere friends.  Ah well, I guess I don't have to bother trying to remember their names anymore.

Aside from that, it was still good times.  People are there that I only see on that one day of the year.  We didn't stay long and their certainly wasn't any 4 a.m. euchre game but the Allenses Christmas Party is still a highlight of the holiday season.  Thanks again guys!


We got BOB!  BOB will be Peanut's ride when he/she finally shows up.  Thanks to our personal cross-border shopper, Dawn, we snagged this bad boy for $150 less than we could get it anywhere in Canada.  I had it out of the box, assembled, and tucked away downstairs before I thought of taking any pictures.  But here's the a pic from Amazon.
It's pretty slick.  Can't wait to plug Peanut into it and take it for a real spin.  Luckily BOB came with something to keep us entertained until Peanut shows up.  A big box.

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Time Goes By

Yah it has been a while.   I did say I would be scaling back but wasn't really intending to become TBone Monthly!   But I'm still here so here are some updates:

Peanut Progress
Lil P has been gestating away.  We'll have an updated picture after Christmas but for now we're just happy that the morning sickness appears to have subsided.  I'm pretty pumped about buying the baby paraphernalia.  We've already purchased a stroller and I can't wait for our first stroll.

But we've got a ways to go yet.  Got a lot of preparations to make before baby gets here. My cousin Peter recommended a movie on Netflix that he had watched at his prenatal class. The Business of Being Born.  Pretty interesting to see how things are done in the states. Feeling pretty good about our choice in midwife. Supportive and informative but zero pressure to choose one path or another.  One thing I was not prepared for in that movie though was just how much of Ricki Lake's nipples I would be seeing.  Weird.

Good god would I like to punch Gary Bettman in the face.  Here we are with another lockout of the nhl players. Looks like we'll be losing another season.  Ridiculous. The owners got pretty much everything they wanted 7 years ago but we're doing it all over again but this time they're quibbling over percentage points and how to deal with the retarded contracts that management granted before the lockout. The only good thing I can see coming out of another lost season would be the firing of Gary Bettman. Here's hoping the squirmy little troll gets what he deserves.

We made a rare trip out to the theaters the other weekend.  I debated over Skyfall versus Life of Pi.  In the end I picked Pi because I had heard people talking about the epic 3D presentation. Now, I am a huge fan of the book by Yann Martel and have been a fan of Ang Lee's film making.  But the trailers made me nervous about the big screen adaptation.  So much of the movie would have to be computer generated that there was a high potential for a Jar-Jar Binks result.  But this was the best CGI I've seen on screen.  There was no instance where the integration of the CGI tiger seemed unnatural.  It was really remarkable.

Can't say the same about the 3D.  I had heard from various reviewers that this was the movie to convert 3D haters.  Nope.  There's a couple scenes that really make use of the 3D but there also scenes that are blatantly gimicky in their implementation.  I just don't get it.  The pixar trailer for Monsters Inc. 3D was much more effective and interesting.

And then there's the ending.  The book was made by the ending.  But all the debate I've heard about this movie has centered around the ending and the its intent to define religion.  I really didn't get the religious aspect from the book but the ending, as it was written, hit me deep as to how a person could cope with terrible events in his life.  The movie didn't really have that same impact with the visual ending compared to the written word.  Could be because I knew the ending already but I just don't think Ang Lee's presentation had the same punch as the book.

Overall, a faifthful and beautiful adaptation to one of my favourite books but the pacing is a tad slow and the signature ending is a tad muted.  Still recommended.

The current state of the NFL Pregame Show is abysmal.  Much as I have clung to the NFL through this NHL lockout, I can not get into any of the pregame shows.  ESPN Countdown is 3 hours of diluted nonsense, CBS defines blandness, and Fox just plain makes me angry.  I really like the NBC Football Night in America crew with Tony Dungy and Rodney Harrison and I wish they started at noon.

Die Hard Day III: Die Hard Day With a Vengeance
Third time's a charm for Die Hard Day.  The beer was tasty, the cheese ball was phenomenal, and Jeremy and I were undefeated darts champions.  I still have no fucking clue when it comes to poker and I was only mildly aware when Die Hard III and IV started on the TV but it was still a quality day of drinking.  Paid for it last night though.  Not a good night.  I'm doing much better now though.

We wrapped up season six of Numbers.  It was a real surprise find on Netflix.  I knew the show existed but never gave it the time of day.  How could a show about math and the FBI be anything but gimmicky nonsense.  But it turned out to be very watchable and well written.  And now it's done.  This could be a turning point for me.  Without a fallback series to turn to when there's nothing on the PVR, I may actually get something done.  Still, if anybody has any suggestions, pass them this way.

Black Ops II
Speaking of additional productivity time, my darling wife tempted fate by purchasing Call of Duty: Black Ops II for me.  Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 was almost a diagnoseable issue for me.  It was compulsive, any spare minute I would turn on that game and get some more kills to level up.  Black Ops II is definitely different, more cartoonish almost and they've actually removed some of the level-up features that got me so addicted to previous COD games.  Very odd decisions there.  Could signal the end of the series.  But given the billion dollar revenues this game has generated, the end won't be coming for a while.

Work sucks.

Merry Christmas!
So looking forward to Christmas holidays.  Jen still has to work most of the week so we won't be spending a lot of time in Ottawa but I'm really looking forward to some down time and seeing family.  If I don't post for another month, here's hoping everybody has an excellend Christmas.