Monthly Archives: February 2008

I don’t trust Lando


Another Star Wars mystery I forgot to ask before:

According to Lando, Darth Vader and his peeps arrived before Han and Leia did. So when Han, Leia, and Chewie arrive on Bespin, Lando greets them enthusiastically, gives Han a hug, talks about his supply problems, hits on Leia a couple of times, gives them a room to hang out in, and then invites them for lunch. All the time, he is getting ready to hand them over to Vader, but he never hints that there’s anything going on, or even acts strangely. For someone with “no love for the Empire”, he certainly acts convincing when he’s about to turn his friend over to them.

Blast from the Past


Gail was looking for some crafty stuff for Ryan to use in a school project, and came across some pencil crayons she must have bought during high school. On the front of the packaging read “You could WIN one of 6 Commodore 64 home computer systems”.

The grand prize is a Commodore 64 Computer (model C64), a Colour Monitor (model 1701) and a Single Disc Drive (model 154), approximate retail value $1,200. The second prize is a Commodore 64 Computer (model C64), approximate retail value $419.95.

The contest closes August 1, 1985. Damn.

$420 for a computer with a 1 MHz 8-bit processor, 38KB of usable RAM, 16 colours, and no persistent storage. You can now get a 4 GB USB drive the size of your finger for $20, which holds the equivalent of over 65,000 Commodore 64’s. The processor is vastly inferior to the one in your average kid’s $4 digital watch.

This shouldn’t be surprising, since we are talking about 23-year-old technology. But once I realize that I shouldn’t be surprised, it just makes me feel old — especially since my first computer was the the Commodore VIC-20, the predecessor to the Commodore 64, which had all of 3.5 KB of usable RAM. But I had a 16KB expansion cartridge, giving me an astounding twenty kilobytes of memory. They even had a 32KB expansion cartridge, but come on. Who could use up 32 KB of memory?

New Leafs Strategy


I’ve got a great idea for the Leafs, but since today is the trade deadline, they’ll have to do it fast. The Leafs want to trade a bunch of their big-name players as part of rebuilding, right? (Let’s ignore for the moment the fact that all of these big-name players have no-trade clauses and have all decided not to waive them.) My idea is that the Leafs should look at who’s behind them in the standings, and trade their big-name players to those teams for nothing. Send Darcy Tucker to the Kings for a third round draft pick. Send Tomas Kaberle to Tampa Bay for some minor league schmuck who isn’t likely to make the big club anyway. Send McCabe and his big contract plus $15 million (to cover the contract) to Atlanta for a bucket of pucks.

Using this strategy, the Leafs gain lots of salary cap room, these other teams get good players for next to nothing, and by making the teams worse than them better, the Leafs have a better shot at finishing last next year and picking up John Tavares in the draft! Everybody wins!

Sundin bleeds blue and white


Mats Sundin has exercised his no-trade clause, effectively preventing Cliff Fletcher from trading him and picking up the kids and draft picks that this team so desperately needs to rebuild. A lot of people are going to be angry with Sundin for doing this, saying that’s he’s putting himself ahead of the team. Well, why the hell shouldn’t he?

He’s got the clause in his contract, and has every right to exercise it. He says he doesn’t want to be a rental player because he’s not comfortable with that concept — neither am I, so I certainly can’t fault him there. He’s gotta know that by doing this, he’s pretty much guaranteeing that he will end his hockey career never having won a Stanley Cup. He’s guaranteeing that he will never again play for a team that is any better than mediocre (since even if Fletcher and whoever the next GM is do everything right, by the time the Leafs are turned into a contender, Sundin will very likely have retired). He knows those things and yet he still made the decision to stay because he wants to play for the Leafs. How can Leafs fans fault him for that?

You could argue that this decision will not help the Leafs get better in the long run, and Howard Berger goes so far as to say that it will set the Leafs back at least a full season. This is probably true, but making the Leafs a better team is not Sundin’s job, it’s (currently) Fletcher’s. Fletcher did his job by asking Sundin to waive the clause, and Sundin did what’s best for him by saying no. Mats is one of the best players ever to wear the Leaf uniform, and also one of the best Leaf captains. Given how much Sundin has given to the Leafs and this city over the past fourteen years, he doesn’t owe the Leafs anything.

They *bleep* you at the drive-thru


Hi there… I’d like two random hot beverages and two random bagels, either toasted or not, one with 1/2 a cup of melted butter on it, and one with just the tiniest scraping of some random type of cream cheese, please.
I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t do that.
Why not? You do it every other day…

Gail and I are fairly regular Tim Horton’s customers. Each of us stops for a tea and bagel pretty much every morning on our way to work, as well as on long drives up north and such. We’ve been to many Tim’s locations around Ontario, but in terms of service, the two worst we’ve been to are the two nearest our house. It’s become a running joke in our family whenever we go to one of these two: “What did they get wrong this time?” Gail drinks decaf tea and I get steeped tea, and at these two locations, we frequently get regular tea. A couple of times we get coffee instead of tea, and neither of us can stand coffee so in those cases, not only do we not get our tea, but the coffee gets wasted. They also screw up on bagel types, muffin types, and cream cheese types, or else we’ll get butter when we asked for cream cheese or vice versa. Sometimes they’ll cut the bagel in half, drop a slab of cream cheese in the middle and wrap it up instead of spreading it around. Other times we’ll ask for butter and the bagel will have either a tiny scrape or be literally dripping.

The servers are human, so mistakes are going to happen. I don’t have a problem with that, the occasional mistake is inevitable. But at these two locations, the percentage of screwed up orders is much higher that at other locations we’ve been to, and it seems that quality control is of minimal importance. These locations are the closest to our house, but they’re not the ones we visit the most often, so it’s not the case that we visit there more often so we see more mistakes. To make matters worse, we are going through the drive-thru most of the time, so we don’t always notice the problems until after we’ve left.

After our latest screwed up order (last Friday morning), I got annoyed and sent an email to Tim Horton’s customer service explaining all of this. I didn’t really expect anything to be done, but I feel a little better having done something. To my amazement, I got a phone call from them (customer service) on Sunday afternoon. The very friendly person on the phone apologized for the inconvenience we had experienced, and assured me that as soon as she was off the phone with me, she would personally call the district manager responsible for those locations and get them to talk to the owners and staff and reiterate the importance of consistency and getting orders right.

I expected to get a response, but more than likely it would be a form email saying “Thanks for your email, we will investigate your problem and take appropriate steps” or something equally meaningless. The fact that I got a actual phone call was great, but I was even more impressed that it was (a) within 48 hours of my email, and (b) on a Sunday. Kudos to Tim Horton’s customer service.

And to top it all off, the Roll up the Rim contest started again today, and I won a doughnut.

Musings of a Star Wars geek


We watched the original Star Wars trilogy with the boys over the last week. It was their first time seeing them (Ryan’s mini-review: “awesome!”), but Gail and I have seen them many many times each. Some things you notice when you see movies that often:

Han: Chewie, lock in the auxiliary power.
Chewie: Does nothing
Han: Chewie, lock in the auxiliary power.
Chewie: Reaches over and pulls a lever right in front of Han

Right after this, Han says “We’re caught in a tractor beam, it’s pulling us in. I’m gonna have to shut down. They’re not gonna get me without a fight!” They’re not gonna get you without a fight? But you just said you were going to shut down. What kind of fight are you talking about?

Luke gets lost on Hoth, and Han goes out to find him. Once it gets late enough, they close the doors to the base, so Luke and Han are locked out. Everyone is very sad, assuming that both will die. Chewbacca and Leia are both shown very upset, and C-3P0 offers his thoughts: “Don’t worry about Master Luke. He’s quite clever you know, for a human being.” Cut to Chewbacca, who begins to weep. I always interpreted this as Chewie thinking “…but Han’s not!”

When they released the “Special Edition” versions of the original trilogy, they added scenes and changed the backgrounds and stuff in some other scenes. While watching the Special Edition movies (the ones on DVD), I can tell you from memory exactly which scenes were added, which ones were modified, and how they were modified.

“I have a [very, really] bad feeling about this” is said four times by four different people (Luke, Leia, Han, C-3P0) in the original trilogy.

When about to be crushed in the garbage masher, Leia grabs the pole she will use to try to brace the walls before the walls actually begin to move.

Why would Chewie try to choke Lando right after he helps them escape from the stormtroopers? I get that they’re angry at him for selling them out to the Empire, but didn’t Lando just set them free? Lando croaks “There’s still a chance to save Han” and Chewie lets him go. They are unsuccessful at saving Han, but their anger at Lando is instantly forgotten and never mentioned again.

Bad audio dubbing: Aunt Beru, the X-Wing pilot that says “Stay on target”, and the guy outside on Hoth that radios inside to say that walkers are approaching.

As I asked a way long time ago, if C-3P0 is fluent in six million forms of communication, why can’t he teach R2-D2 one of them?

When Luke and Leia are chasing the stormtroopers on the speeder bikes on Endor, Luke says “Quick, jam their comlinks! Centre switch!” Why would the bikes have a switch specifically for jamming comlinks?

The Emperor says that he allowed the rebels to know about the shield generator on Endor, and that “an entire legion of my best troops” are waiting there. A legion of the Empire’s best troops were beaten by a handful of people, a Wookiee, two droids and a bunch of teddy bears?

According to the second (prequel) trilogy, Jedi training begins in childhood and continues until adulthood. We see Yoda teaching “younglings” who are no more than six, and Obi-Wan is clearly in his late teens or early twenties in The Phantom Menace, yet is still considered a “padawan learner”. Luke, who had never even heard of the Force until he was seventeen, does a couple of hours of Jedi training with Obi-Wan on the trip to Alderaan and then a fairly short period of time with Yoda on Dagobah. It couldn’t have been that long — just after the Hoth battle, Han and Leia escaped into the asteroid field and Luke headed to Dagobah. The Falcon then headed for Cloud City to get repairs. So Luke’s training lasts for however long it took the Falcon to get to Bespin, plus the length of time they’re on Bespin. I suppose it’s possible that it took months to get to Bespin and that they’re on Bespin for months before Luke shows up, but there’s no evidence that either was more than a couple of days. Anyway, after this short period of training, Luke leaves for Bespin (Empire Strikes Back) and Tatooine (Return of the Jedi). He then returns to Dagobah where Yoda tells him “No more training do you require”, and that all that he needs to do to become a Jedi is face Vader again. Did Yoda give him the crash course? Is Luke so strong in the Force that he learns in a few weeks what it takes other Jedi fifteen years to learn?

Obi-Wan and Yoda wanted to hide Anakin’s kids from him (to protect them), so they hid Leia’s true parentage from everyone, even her. When Ben finally told Luke that he had a sister, he wasn’t even going to tell Luke who it was, for her protection. But they didn’t even change Luke’s last name — why was it so important to hide Leia when they didn’t even try to hide Luke?

Luke asks Leia about her real mother and she says that she was beautiful, kind, but sad, and Luke says that he has no memory of his mother. As we saw in Episode III, Padme died within minutes of their birth, so neither can possibly have any actual memories. Perhaps they could get some feelings of some kind through the Force, but why would Leia (with no knowledge of the Force) be able to do this while Luke the Jedi cannot?

During the final battle in Jedi, the rebels send their entire fleet to the battle zone. Why send the big frigates that are of no use in a battle?

Yoda says a couple of times “Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny”. During the final battle with Vader, Luke clearly makes use of the dark side, since he is using his anger and hatred to give him power, and it helps him to defeat Vader. I’d call that starting down the dark path, but then he just stops and “comes back”. Forever dominate his destiny the dark side did not.

And finally, when the X-Wings begin their attack on the Death Star in the first movie:
Wedge: Look at the size of that thing!
Red Leader: Cut the chatter, red two.

Maybe they watch too much TV


Nicholas (age 5) spilled something this morning and Gail got a paper towel to clean it up. Nicky asked if it was Bounty, and Gail asked with a chuckle “You mean the quicker picker-upper?” Nicholas immediately said “Yes. With cloth-like durability”.

Tom Cheek snubbed again


The Ford C. Frick award for excellence in baseball broadcasting was handed out yesterday by the Baseball Hall of Fame. The winner was Dave Niehaus, one of the Mariners’ broadcasters since 1977. Not to take anything away from Mr. Niehaus who is certainly deserving, but as a Jays fan, I’m disappointed once again that Tom Cheek has yet to be named to the Hall of Fame. He has been nominated in each of the last four years, which is good; hopefully that will translate into a win one of these years.

Tom started with the Blue Jays the same year that Niehaus started with the Mariners (1977, the inaugural year for both teams), and announced every Blue Jays game, including all pre- and post-season games, from then until June 2004, a streak of 4,303 consecutive games. He began his streak five years before Cal Ripken began his, and ended it six years after Ripken’s had ended. Can you imagine not missing a day of work, despite working almost 7 days a week for over seven months a year, for seventeen years?

Cheek died of brain cancer a year and a half later and has been honoured by the Blue Jays with a banner on the Level of Excellence. During the 2006 season, all the Blue Jay players wore a patch on their uniforms with the letters “TC” in honour of Tom Cheek.

I grew up listening to Tom Cheek and Jerry Howarth (who is still a Blue Jays broadcaster) doing Jays games on the radio. For me, Tom was always the “voice of summer” (I stole this phrase from Mike Wilner, another Jays broadcaster, because it couldn’t be more fitting). When driving somewhere in the car, I’d ask my dad to put the Jays game on. When doing homework, I’d have the Jays game on. When hanging out in the backyard or helping my dad in the garage, we’d always have the Jays game on. When the irritating Tony Kubek or the inane Fergie Olver were doing Jays TV broadcasts, I’d sometimes even turn the sound down on the TV and listen to the radio while watching the game.

Cheek was the consummate professional — he had a great voice, knew baseball inside and out, and obviously loved the game as well. He wasn’t one for “catch phrases”, though Jerry had a couple. I remember going to games at Exhibition Stadium and a bunch of us yelling “Swing and a miss, he struck him out!” on opposing team strikeouts, or “There she goes!” on Jays home runs.

Anyway, congratulations to Dave Niehaus on his award, and hopefully this time next year, I’ll be able to congratulate Tom Cheek on his posthumous election to the Hall of Fame.

More on fake blogs


Raymond Chen’s popular blog The Old New Thing has an entry that describes these fake automated blogs that I wrote about a week or two ago. Turns out the whole idea is to host Google ads on these sites and make money that way. Strangely, the ones that I’ve found that link to my postings do not have ads on them, so once again, I don’t understand the point.

Hittin’ the slopes


After years of saying “I’d like to take the boys out skiing some time” and then not doing it, I finally did it on Saturday. Gail had lots of school stuff to do, and Sunday and Monday were supposed to be rainy and crappy (it’s Sunday afternoon right now, and it’s currently rainy and crappy — attaboy, weatherman), so we went out to Chicopee on Saturday afternoon. I looked at Glen Eden as well, which is about the same distance from home, but they only had full- and half-day rates and rentals, and Chicopee had 2-hour rates and rentals. For their first time out, I figured two hours would be plenty, and it turns out I was right. It was an expensive two hours ($45 for the three lift tickets and $66 for rentals), but the boys and I had fun.

The rental line was very long, and by the time we actually got our boots on and picked up our skis and got out there, we had already used up 20-30 minutes of our two hours. We headed over to the bunny hill where I gave them a short lesson on standing on skis, slowing down and stopping (the “snowplow”), and turning (again, the “snowplow”). The lift was a magic carpet, which I had never used before. It’s just a conveyer belt that you stand on, so it’s about the easiest lift possible. The boys both did very well — I’m not going to say either one was a natural, but Ryan didn’t fall at all, and by the end, he wanted to try the bigger hills. Nicky had a couple of very small spills, but he was in more danger of falling while standing still than while skiing. Ryan would just point his skis at the bottom of the hill and go, while Nicky got frustrated because he couldn’t go as fast as Ryan, and I kept having to slow down so he could keep up with me. He wasn’t trying to go slow, and I couldn’t see any reason why he would be, so maybe his skis weren’t as tuned as mine and Ryan’s. I asked Ryan to practice some turns by doing a zigzag pattern down the hill, and he did it perfectly. I was very impressed.

When we had about 15 minutes left on our two-hour lift ticket, Nicky started to get cranky and I figured he’d about had enough. We did one more run and then returned our stuff and went to the snack bar for the obligatory après-ski french fries.

It is an expensive sport, but the boys had a lot of fun, so I think I’m going to look around the classifieds or used sporting goods stores for some used equipment for the boys and myself (Gail has zero interest) so that we can bypass the rental lines in future.