Responsibility


This entry is about responsibility. When you have a job to do, it is critical that you make every effort to make sure that job is done to the best of your ability, even if that means making sacrifices. By way of example, let’s just say, hypothetically, that I was expecting a package today, coming by FedEx from, oh let’s say Shanghai via Anchorage and Indianapolis. Let’s also say, hypothetically, that I was at work when this hypothetical package was delivered and the FedEx guy brought it over to my neighbour’s house, and he signed for it. Now the hypothetical package is in his hands, so he has taken on the responsibility of getting it to me, since I was the intended recipient. If you have this reponsibility, do you go out for the evening? NO! You stay at home and make sure that the intended recipient gets his hypothetical package as soon as humanly possible.

As I said, you may have to make sacrifices. You can go grocery shopping tomorrow. There will be other soccer tournaments that your kids can play in. You had an anniversary last year, you’ll have another one next year. I’m sure she’ll get married again.

So, Mr. Harrison, get the hell home, and get me my frackin’ iPod hypothetical package!

New Toys!


Somewhere out there, there’s an iPod with my name on it. And I mean that literally. I ordered an 80 GB iPod from apple.ca yesterday (with free engraving), and got an email this morning saying that it had shipped. I feel like rushing home and checking the mailbox every, oh, fifteen seconds or so. Maybe I’ll just bring my laptop and sit next to the mailbox. OK, I’ll have to cool the jets just a bit — I just checked the FedEx site, and the package left the point of origin in Shanghai, China a few hours ago, so perhaps sitting by the mailbox today would not prove useful. Tomorrow maybe.

The one I bought is priced at $349 US at apple.com, but $399 Cdn at apple.ca. Since apple.com won’t let you ship to a Canadian address, I had to buy from the Canadian site, which is a total scam — the Canadian dollar is so high right now that $349 US would only cost $378 Cdn, plus the sales tax would be less. I suppose I could have bought it through apple.com and had it shipped to my friend in California, and then paid him to ship it to me, but then you have extra customs stuff to worry about, and extra shipping costs, not to mention the hassle, so I guess I’ll just eat the $20 or so and complain about it in my blog. There, that’s done.

I am really looking forward to getting this new toy piece of equipment. My buddy Kurt has one, and he can’t stop raving about how great it is. Once I’ve ripped all of my CDs (450+) and put them on the iPod, I can store the actual CDs in the basement, freeing up space in the CD/DVD rack for more DVDs, which are starting to get piled in various places since we’re out of room. If I wanted, I could also remove the CD player from the stereo cabinet and replace it with the iPod dock I intend to buy. My car stereo already has an iPod input jack so I’m OK there, but I might need to buy one for the van. Kurt says that you can even rip DVDs to the iPod, so if I can hook it into the DVD player in the van, that would be even better.

Update: I saw 80 GB iPods at Costco yesterday for $369. Crap.
Friday update: It went through Anchorage yesterday, and is in Indianapolis today! Estimated delivery is Monday!

Fern 2007


Last week was our (seventh?) annual trip to Fern Resort, and I think it was our best ever. I think I gained about 50 pounds, or at least it feels like it. I haven’t weighed myself yet, but I’m not optimistic. The diet starts… soon.

I won’t give a day-by-day summary or anything, but here are some of the highlights and (one) lowlight:

Good Stuff

  • The kids were awesome. They didn’t sit still when eating most of the time, and Ryan had a little bit of a tantrum once but that was short-lived, and the rest of the time they were great.
  • Four-way beach volleyball. I look forward to this all year
  • Golf with Ryan on Fern’s 5-hole course. Ryan hit pretty well, I shot two pars and missed an eagle putt by an inch
  • Golf with Jeff, Mike, and Jerry at Hawk Ridge. I came in last, but not by much, and I played reasonably well
  • The food was phenomenal, as always
  • I was the co-winner of the men’s singles tennis tournament! Well, this was only because I was one of only three people who showed up, and it started to rain just as we got there, so the tennis pro cancelled it and gave us each points for showing up
  • I won at bingo twice – $5 once time and a t-shirt the other time
  • Nicky got on stage during the magic show. The magician “pulled” lots of coins out of his ear, his nose, from under his arms, etc. Nicky told us later that the magician was just hiding the coins in his hand and then dropping them in the bucket, but he played along the whole time and was hilarious
  • Rachel and Sarah won the “Fern’s Got Talent” competition with their routine from High School Musical
  • Ryan and I saw a blue heron while riding pedal carts through the woods

Bad Stuff

  • Walking with Nicky across the volleyball court, I bent down to duck under the net, while he thought it would be fun to jump and brush his head on the net, and our heads collided. He rubbed his head and said “Ow” and that was it, while I fell to the ground (“you dropped like you’d been shot” said the guy walking behind me) and ended up with a black eye and a nasty abrasion right below my eyebrow

We started our second week of “vacation” on Saturday (though we’re working this week), when we dropped Ryan off at Gail’s dad’s place and Nicky off at my parents’
place and came home alone. I love my kids more than anything, and I will certainly miss them this week, but I’ll also enjoy not making lunches, not dropping anyone off in the morning or picking anyone up in the evening, not worrying about whether they’ll eat what we make for dinner, going to see movies without arranging for (or paying for) babysitters, etc. We went to the CNE yesterday, saw Harry Potter (again) on Saturday and Stardust yesterday, and we might try to see The Bourne Ultimatum on Wednesday. Thursday night we’re going to Canada’s Wonderland (where we won’t even go near Kidsville), and Friday we’re going for dinner and then to see We Will Rock You in Toronto. We pick the boys up on Saturday.

Don’t flash flash flash those things at me


While driving into Waterdown tonight, I was driving 60 (in a 60 zone) in the right lane, next to a car doing about the same speed in the left lane. A tow truck came up behind me doing about 80 and flashed its lights at me — but not its headlights, the flashing lights on top of the truck. He had the lights off as he was driving, but as he approached me, he flashed them on for a second and then off again. I did nothing, partially because I was in the right lane and there was a car beside me, and partially because the right lane was ending in about a kilometre anyways. When the right lane ended I moved over, and the tow truck moved over behind me (there was time to continue in the right lane and pass me before the lane ended, but he didn’t).

This is something that has bugged me about tow trucks for the longest time — why do they have flashing lights on them? Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks I understand; they sometimes have to get somewhere in a hurry, so they put the lights on and people move out of their way. But tow trucks? Who moves out of the way for a tow truck with its lights on? I certainly don’t. I can understand that if they are in the process of hooking up to a vehicle in a lane or at the side of a busy road, they might want to put the lights on to alert drivers that something is happening there, but while driving? What’s the point? Get over yourself, Mr. Tow Truck Driver. You’re performing a service that is valuable to society, but the flashing lights are a bit much.

Homers and homers


Alex Rodriguez is one homer away from 500 on his career. When he hits it, he’ll be the youngest player ever to hit 500 home runs. Everyone is going nuts over Barry Bonds’s pursuit of Hank Aaron’s 755, but I think A-Rod’s achievement is even more impressive, especially given the fact that Bonds was on the juice for the last few years, and A-Rod (probably) is not.

Bonds’s story is kind of too bad — he would have been known as one of the all-time greatest players even if he hadn’t juiced himself up but because he did, now he’s a joke. He has over 500 career stolen bases, and is the only member of both the 400-400 club and the 500-500 club, but will people remember him as a base stealer? Not likely, because of the home run records, the juice, and the fact that he’s only averaged 5 steals a year over the last 6 years. Sure he’s got the single-season homer
record and he’ll soon have the career record, but everyone knows what he did to achieve those records, so even if there isn’t an asterisk next to the numbers in the record books, there is in most people’s minds.

Even Bonds, however, has acknowledged that assuming he does break Aaron’s record, the most likely player to break his record would be Rodriguez and barring injuries, I think A-Rod is a lock to do just that. Bonds is probably done after this year, so let’s say he ends up with 765, and say Rodriguez ends up with 515 by the end of the season. Rodriguez would then be behind by 250 at the age of 32. Five years of fifty homers each might be a stretch, but can A-Rod average over 35 a year for 7 years, or 25 a year for 10? Sure he can.

There’s a report today that a group of local businesspeople in Nashville is close to a deal that would see the Predators stay in Nashville. They would buy the team for something like $190 million, which is something like $30 million less than what was offered by Jim Balsillie. I see this as proof that Gary Bettman does not want any more NHL teams in Canada. What owner who is actively trying to sell his team would take $30 million less than what he was offered? If he’s considering bids that were almost the same amount, he might decide to go with the one that keeps the team in Nashville, but no owner is going to say no to an extra $30 million out of the goodness of his heart. The big question is what has Gary Bettman promised him in order to keep the Preds from coming north of the border?

Patent Pending


I’ve got an idea for the automotive industry. It’s hardly groundbreaking, nor will it revolutionize anything, but I still think it’s a good idea. A number of times in the past, I’ve been driving along in the centre lane and I see someone in the right lane with his left indicator on, so I slow down to let him in, and he doesn’t go. I give him enough time to see that someone is letting him in, and then I say “screw it” and speed up again, only to notice that he was not signalling left at all, he had his four-way flashers on. I couldn’t see the right-hand light because of a trailer, or other cars, or because the light was broken or burned out, or whatever. Other times, I’ll be driving in the right lane and see a car driving on the shoulder, signalling left, so I move over to clear the right lane. Again, it turns out that he was not signalling but had his hazard lights on. Since the hazards and the turn indicators flash at the same rate, there’s no way to tell the difference if you can only see one of the lights, or one is not functional. It occurred to me that there should be a way to distinguish between them, and the simplest way would be to double the flash rate of the hazard lights. This way, regardless of whether you saw one light or two, you could tell by the flash rate whether it was a turn signal or hazards.

Happy birthday to me!


I turned 38 yesterday (it’s shortly after midnight), though I don’t feel a day over, oh, say, 35. Normally our family celebrates birthdays by (among other things) going out for dinner, where the birthday boy/girl chooses the restaurant. I love Chinese food, so I chose a Chinese food buffet place in Burlington that Gail and I used to go to a lot, but haven’t been in a while. However, Ryan had soccer last night, I have a golf tournament today, Ryan has a soccer practice on Wednesday, and I have a baseball game on Thursday, so we’re not going for dinner until Friday. They gave me my presents today though. Gail gave me tickets to see We Will Rock You (warning: link plays music without asking and (even worse) doesn’t seem to have a “shut the hell up” button – I hate that ) with a bunch of our friends at the end of August. As an unintended gift, she also took both boys to Ryan’s soccer game, which gave me an uninterrupted hour to continue reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I was very impressed by the gifts from the kids — Gail said that they chose them themselves (i.e. it wasn’t Gail buying the presents and saying that they were from the boys). I broke my sunglasses a week or two ago when sliding into second base (I’ve kind of fixed them, but one of the lenses falls out fairly easily now), so Nicholas got me a new pair. Ryan got me a music stand, so I can put my music books on it, rather than putting them down on the overly-cluttered desk in the office.

I also got one birthday “gift” that I did not need. My golf shorts (I really should buy a second pair) were in the laundry, and as I said, I have a golf tournament later today, so I put in a load of laundry with the intent of moving them from the washer to the dryer just as I was going to bed. When I checked around 11:15, I found that the washer was still full of dirty water, and nothing was happening — there was no power getting to the washer. I checked the circuit breaker, which was fine, so I grabbed an extension cord and tried that. The washer groaned for a second and then stopped again. I had to empty all of the clothes from the washer into the laundry sink, then scoop out over 40 litres of water from the washer before I could find the problem, which was a pair of Ryan’s pyjamas wrapped around the agitator. I fought with that for a while before dislodging them. By this point it was almost midnight, and now I had to put the clothes back in the washer, restart it, and wait for it to finish so that I could put everything in the dryer so that I had golf shorts to wear tomorrow. I’m too tired to continue reading (not that I’m not enjoying the book), so I says to myself, “Self”, I says, “what activity can you do to pass the time when you’re tired and don’t feel like thinking?” You guessed it — blogging!

Well, the washer is done now, so I’m off to move the clothes into the dryer and hit the hay. Now that I’m old, I really should get to bed earlier.

But the game tokens are really expensive


I enjoy reading Ken Levine’s blog – he’s a TV writer that used to write for such shows as Cheers and M*A*S*H. This morning’s entry is about his recent trip to Vegas, and if you’ve ever been to Vegas, you gotta read this. The last line sums it up perfectly: “Las Vegas truly is Chuck E. Cheese for adults.”

Never Break the Chain


I pulled out Fleetwood Mac’s classic record album Rumours this morning, and listened to (most of) it on the way to work. I haven’t listened to it in years, and I think I’d forgotten how good it is — it’s considered a classic for a reason. Part of it is obviously the presence of the big hits Dreams, Don’t Stop, Go Your Own Way, and You Make Loving Fun, but the other songs are all great as well (particularly Never Going Back Again and The Chain), with (for me) two glaring exceptions: the boring Songbird and the boring Oh Daddy, both of which are Christine McVie songs. Lindsay Buckingham and Steve Nicks, I always thought, were the primary singers and songwriters of Fleetwood Mac (at least during their heyday in the late 70’s and into the 80’s), and Christine McVie was “the other one”, who wrote and sang some songs as well, but rarely the good ones. Her songs were always closer to “adult contemporary” and further away from the rockier stuff, and I’ve always found her voice kind of boring. Stevie Nicks’ voice, on the other hand, is very unique, and can be either powerful or soft depending on the song. McVie wrote the hits like You Make Loving Fun, Don’t Stop (though Lindsay Buckingham sings mosts of it), Say You Love Me, Over My Head, Hold Me, Little Lies, and Everywhere — with the exception of Don’t Stop, all of them are keyboard-heavy love songs. They’re not all bad songs (I actually like Don’t Stop and Hold Me, and I don’t mind Little Lies), just not so much my cup of tea. Some of her lyrics are a little more inane than the rest of the band, like from You Make Loving Fun: “Sweet wonderful you, you make me happy with the things you do”, or from Say You Love Me: “Woo me until the sun comes up and you say that you love me”. How often do people nowadays use the term “woo me”?

“Dreams” is, for me, a song that just screams “radio in the seventies”. I was eight when it was released in 1977, and was just starting to pay attention to the music my parents listened to on the radio. I remember listening to the lyrics and even analyzing them in my little eight-year-old way:

Thunder only happens when it’s raining   (obviously)
players only love you when they’re playing   (why? That doesn’t seem fair)

Strangely, even though I always think of the 70’s when I hear that song, I think it has also aged well, in that it doesn’t sound like a 70’s song. There are some songs that you just don’t hear on the radio after a few years because their sound is so typical of a certain year or “era” that they sound old. You will still hear “Dreams” on the radio, but rarely “Shake Your Booty” by KC and the Sunshine Band. Melissa Etheridge’s self-titled debut and “Skyscraper” by David Lee Roth were both released in 1988, but Roth’s album gets almost no airplay these days on rock radio stations, while you’ll still hear Melissa Etheridge now and again. Why? Because Roth’s album sounds like a typical late-80’s pop-rock album, while Etheridge’s music is a little more timeless. Same with Fleetwood Mac.

Pitching, hitting, and gambling


During the baseball offseason, I wrote that I didn’t understand why the Jays had signed Frank Thomas and Matt Stairs and had not done anything about their pitching staff. Obviously, I said, hitting wasn’t the problem last year, pitching was, so going out and improving the hitting while leaving the pitching alone didn’t make sense. So now, we’re halfway through the season, and what do we have?

Hitting:

  • One hitter over .300, only two others over .280
  • Five people with higher slugging percentages than Thomas and Wells
  • Eight people with higher on-base percentages than Wells
  • The Jays are 21st out of 30 in AVG and OBP, though 9th in SLG, and 29th in SB

Pitching:

  • Four pitchers with ERAs under 3.00, and eleven under 5.00
  • The Jays are 15th of 30 in team ERA, tied for 2nd in complete games, and right around 15th in a number of other pitching categories.
  • This is without Ryan and Chacin, and Halladay and Barnett have been out for part of the year as well.

Bottom line? The pitching ain’t the problem anymore. It’s not outstanding, but the rookies and young guys have stepped up and done a fine job. The hitters have not. Vernon Wells and Frank Thomas are being paid way too much money to have the stats that they do.

In another blog entry from a while ago, I talked about Pete Rose and how the fact that he never bet against his own team is irrelevant, gambling on sports while you are involved in them is bad in general. I said that if he gets into debt or some kind of trouble with the mob, they could ask him to throw (or at least influence) games for them as part of the debt repayment. Lo and behold, yesterday it was announced that an NBA referee has been suspended and will likely be arrested for getting in gambling trouble with the mob, and being forced to negatively affect the outcomes of games that he was working. This is just the nightmare situation that all of the major professional sports leagues have been dreading (though probably expecting) for years.