Saturday, December 25, 2004
Wow, what a great Christmas this year. I've got enough chocolate to keep me on a perpetual sugar rush for at least a week.
I got bored this evening and wanted to work on a tool I'm writing for my job, but I neglected to check in some key files, so I don't have them to work on. Instead, I modified my DVD perl script to include a "latest titles" heading at the top of each DVD page, which will change whenever I add new titles.
Trogdor, my bearded dragon, is still sleeping. She started brumating (hibernating) around the middle of June and has been sleeping in her cave ever since. No water, no food, no poop. It's amazing. From time to time I lift up her cave to make sure she's still alive; I did it two days ago and, though I startled her, she just looked at me as if she was saying "...what?", much like the wolf in the Shrek movies.
Saturday, December 11, 2004:
Yesterday was my birthday. I had the day off from work so I used it to finish all my Christmas shopping.
I'm the big four-oh now, and I'm sure some people are going to make a big deal out of it. Frankly, I don't feel any different from when I was 39, which was not much different from being 38. In fact, being 40 means it will actually be easier to remember how old I am for the next year or so. By that, I don't mean to imply a failing memory so much as a weakening regard for birthdays. I've always had a lousy memory. :)
Little Croopy passed his obedience school test with flying colors last week. He walked on his leash perfectly, which was surprising because he had never walked properly on a leash at all, up until that point. As soon as I got him out of the place, he went right back to pulling on the leash. I think he's messing with my head or something.
Friday, November 26, 2004:
The updates just keep getting further apart, don't they? I can pretty much put this down to work, Half Life 2, Metroid Prime 2, and having fun with Croopy, who has recently started losing his puppy teeth (I found two on my couch) and must be very close to 50 pounds by now. I'm going to get him weighed at the vet tomorrow when I take him to obedience classes.
What I don't understand about that wack dog is his fascination with the bathtub. The only thing that ever happens to him in the bathtub is getting bathed, which he hates. Yet, for some reason, when I let him run around the house for five or ten minutes, he inevitably winds up racing upstairs into the bathroom. When I go up after him, he's in the bathtub. So I turn on the water and he has fun biting it. In fact, he usually keeps biting the water until he ends up peeing in the tub, at which point I have to turn on the shower head and rinse off the tub and his paws. What a goober.
Croopy generally stays in the garage, and I give him brief, supervised romps around the house if he's a good boy. I won't be able to give him free run of the house for quite some time (possibly upwards of two years) since he still has that puppy marble rattling about in his head, and is still far too destructive. At least he's finally stopped with the biting.
Saturday, October 16, 2004:
Geez, two and a half months since I updated this site. Busy, busy, busy.
Anyway, I fixed up the Envision pages so they're all connected back to the main page, and I added Tron 2.0: Killer App to my games page, even though it's not actually released for another three days. I also added several recently acquired DVDs.
Monday. August 2, 2004:
Gamespy has recently posted a rather positive hands-on preview of Tron 2.0: Killer App for the GBA. Seems to be pretty positive. Here's a snippet:
"Tron's GBA incarnation is looking like something that the classic film's fans will want to keep an eye on. The combat is genuinely exciting, the mini-games are clever and fully-realized, and the bonus goodies are just plain crazy. Definitely not what you'd expect from a third-hand port (PC to console to GBA), but if this is going to start a new trend, then color me hyped."
Oh, and earlier this morning I added a home page for my future puppy, Cooper, on dogster.com. He's already been "coralled" (bookmarked by other users) nine times. Hee hee. He's just sooooo cute.
Friday. July 16, 2004:
IGN posted the first hands-on preview of a close-to-finished version of Tron 2.0: Killer App for the GBA. Seems to be pretty positive.
I also added a page for my pooch. I'll be picking him up in about three weeks.
Saturday. July 10, 2004:
I added a garden page to my site. I already had pictures of my garden stored here, so I figured I might as well provide a formal method of viewing them.
Wednesday, July 7, 2004:
I'm finally getting a dog. I was planning on getting one when I moved in to my house, but after several unsuccessful attempts at the SPCA, I wound up putting it off for a year. I chose this male yellow labrabor retriever puppy. He's only a couple of weeks old and has to stay with his mom until he's seven weeks old. I'll therefore be picking him up in the second week of August. He was born June 18, 2004.
Thursday, May 27 2004:
The little baby birdy made it through the night and seemed visibly happier Tuesday morning, though he was still favouring one leg. I drove him out to a wildlife rehabilitator that morning and he should be fine.
Monday, May 24, 2004:
I was out in my front yard today, watering my slightly neglected heather bushes, and as I approached them with the hose, something on the ground moved. Well, I looked down and, well... oh dear...
He (or possibly she) is only about an inch and a half long. As you can see, I couldn't let a little baby birdy just die in the hot sun right there in my garden, so I took it in. There is no nest anywhere near where I found him, so my theory is that he was snatched by a predator from a nest somewhere and then accidentally dropped in my garden. It looks like his leg is either broken or just hurt, possibly from a fall. I think his wing is hurt as well.
I fed it some water from the hose immediately, and then found an earthworm, of which it ate about half and then fell asleep in my dish cloth there, which was when I took the picture. I've since been feeding it pablum, since my younger brother had success raising a baby robin many years ago using pablum.
Do I keep it? I don't even know what kind of bird it is, though I suspect it may be a starling. I hate starlings, but I just can't turn my back on the little fella.
I think Trogdor is not terribly pleased having a chirping bird next to his tank.
Monday, May 10, 2004:
Whoa. Long time, no update. I've been so busy finishing up Tron 2.0: Killer App that I've nary had any time for much of anything else. IGN recently mentioned the game, by the way.
The reason for this update, in fact, is that when I got home, I walked in the door and noticed Trogdor relaxing on his branch. For some reason he seems most comfortable when he has one of his back legs dangling in mid-air. He does it all the time. Today, however, he looked particularly ridiculous, so I had to take some pictures. The picture in the upper left is how I found him when I walked in the door. The other three were taken within the next half hour as he changed positions, and which leg dangled. The one in the bottom right corner is the view from my desk.
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You can click on any of the above pictures to get a much bigger (1280x960) version. What a spaz. :)
Saturday, January 31, 2004:
I added a "browse by genre" feature to the DVD section. One of these days I'm going to have to create an actual database for this stuff instead of parsing a text file with a perl script to generate the DVD pages.
Monday, January 26, 2004:
Last week, a cricket somehow escaped from my cricket keeper, which is where they stay until Trogdor gets hungry and wants to eat them. I have no idea how it escaped. Anyway, the cricket has found its way into my furnace ducting and it chirps incessantly for upwards of seven or eight hours, starting around 11:00pm. Since it's in the ducting, I can go into any room in my house and it sounds as though the cricket is right there... chirp chirp chirp chirp... there is no escape from it. I can even hear it over the television. It's keeping me up nights and generally driving me insane.
I just don't understand why I can put crickets in my cricket keeper, with plenty of food, water and shelter, and in two days half of them are dead, yet this one stupid cricket has survived in my ducting with no water and (presumably) no food for a week. And he doesn't exactly sound as though he's in the throes of death, either.
How long does it take a frigging cricket to starve to death?
Thursday, January 1, 2004:
Happy New Year!
I added a little section for Trogdor, my recently acquired pet bearded dragon.