Friday, November 23, 2012

School Supplies

Somewhere in the last weeks of August before the September of my entry into grade 4, my Mom gave me five bucks and sent me to the store to buy some school supplies. You know, the usual necessities: pencils, notebooks (ruled and unruled), foolscap, that stuff. I came back from the store with a $5 pencil sharpener, because I had to have it. I guess I was a ten-year-old who appreciated design.

It had a lever that vacuum-mounted it to your desk. It had a pull-out, clamping self-feeding mechanism so you didn't have to push the pencil in. It had a little drawer to catch the shavings for easy disposal. It was grey. I couldn't find an image, but picture something just slightly more up to date than this one (i.e., with more 60s smoothness):

 

 Another trait of the sharpener, which belonged to pretty much everything you could buy back then, was that it wasn't designed and built to fall apart after a few uses. I mean, I used that thing for decades. I wish I still had it, I have dull pencils all over the place.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Arr! Really? Arr!

This week one of those coincidences happened that makes your head spin. I've been preparing weekly material for my Drupal course, and last week I prepped a class on creating a new user and providing him with the power to create and edit certain kinds of content. I classified him as a user type named "article editor" because that made sense, then I had to come up with a username, password etc. Out of the ether, the name "Captain Jack" appeared in my brain: I pictured him as a pirate, so I gave him the password "treasure" and the email address captain@pira.cy (making sure .cy was a valid Internet country code of course—it's Cyprus in case you're interested). Since I needed a profile image too, a quick Google image search turned up a doozy from the new Aardman feature:


I finished the notes off by having him create an article titled "Arr!!" (what else?), and then ran some Justin Bieber song lyrics through a website that translated them into piratese, and made those the body copy of the article. It came together as the basis for a pretty good class if I do say so myself.

Then yesterday I delivered the class, and the students were following along, working on their own Drupal installations, when one of the students said, "Hey Matt? Did you do a pirate user because today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day?"

I was stunned for a second, then yelled, "What!? No!!" I mean, I yelled it with a crack in my voice, I was so gobsmacked. Then I yelled, "No, it's not today!! You're yanking my chain!" They had to be yanking my chain. But no, folks. Yesterday was in fact International Talk Like a Pirate Day. I mean, what the hell!

Hey, It's On YouTube...!

I'm always interested to discover a new kind of spam. Check out this screenshot of an email I got from Yann Gloannic :


Below the link to "youtube.com," you can see the real URL that the link points to. When I go there with my browser, it redirects me to healthcareprescription.com, an address where there's no actual website. Hey, spammers, here's a thought: maybe it would have been useful to build a website before sending people to it with your stupid spam? I'm no spammer myself, so I'm not an expert, but it seems reasonable.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Shove Over!


Here’s something I’ve been thinking about lately: Noah’s Ark. You know: the big boat, the remains of which were discovered by satellite photo on top of a mountain in Turkey, onto which Noah and his family loaded two of every non-aquatic animal on the planet in order to save them from God’s watery wrath. Just picture all those animals, cheek by jowl on an enormous wooden boat! What a thing! No, seriously—let’s picture them.

Let’s start with the cats. There are 41 known species of cats in the world, and of course we’d need two of each, so that’s 82 cats, ranging from the largest (Bengal tiger) to the smallest (Black-footed Cat). Conservatively speaking, let’s say each pair would need about 4 square metres in which to live, plus enough food for all 82 to survive for forty-plus days (we have to assume that after the rain stopped on the 40th day, it took a while for all the water to evaporate and reveal dry land again). So we’re talking about at least around 160 square metres altogether, or about 1700 square feet—the size of a three bedroom, two bathroom house.

No problem for the ark, in other words! It was 300 cubits long (about 135 metres), and 50 cubits wide (about 22.5 metres), and had three stories. That’s a whopping 9100 square metres! So our cats and their food are only occupying, let’s say, about 3 percent of the available deck space. Luxury accommodations.

Moving on from the cats, let’s consider the rats and bats. There are about 2,277 species of rodents, ranging from the largest (the Capybara) to the smallest (Pygmy Jerboa). They have very fast metabolisms, so they eat a lot—we’ll need to pack serious rations for the rodents. There are about 1,240 species of bats—come on aboard, bats! Bring your food along too! Now, we can pack the 7,000 or so rodents and bats pretty closely together on the Ark, so they’re not going to require a whole lot of room. Nah, we’re fine.

Let’s round up the dogs now. There are about 32 species, so let’s say 64 of those puppies (sorry). Great. They’d probably need more room than the cats, but not much more.

Then we have deer: 47 species, ranging from the majestic moose to the wee northern pudu. I think we can assume they’d need more room than the dogs—fine, we’ll pop all 94 of them in there easy peasy.

Then we have the bears (grr!); the weasel family (57 species); the monkeys, apes and other primates (424 species); the marsupials (334 species); the big cattle-like and goat-like critters (143 species); the elephants (two kinds!), rhinos, giraffes, over 1900 more big animals altogether…the old ark’s looking a little low in the beam by now.

Okay, things are getting a bit sweaty, stinky and cramped at this point. But hold on—that was just the mammals. We also need to pack on all the land reptiles (over 9,000 species—oh hello, Galapagos tortoise!), the landlocked amphibians (6,000-ish), all of the planet’s non-aquatic birds (round about 9,000 species as well—can’t really expect them to stay in the air for a couple of months with no food really, and man, do they eat a lot), so that's another 48,000 animals…and the insects, estimated at between six and ten million species. Right, the insects! And we’d have to have a lot more than two of many of those insects—the hive insects like ants, bees, wasps and termites don’t do all that well in pairs.

And of course we’d have to bring along plenty of food for all those hungry critters. Say, on that topic—for a lot of those animals, their food is other animals. So round up another huge load of animals for the predators to eat and stuff them in (along with their own food to keep them from croaking prematurely, naturally).

So where does all of this lead us? I think we have no choice but to cast a skeptical eye on the whole story of the Ark. Let’s face it, the baboons must have been following along behind in a dinghy.

Monday, March 26, 2012

There's A Pill For That


do you occasionally experience a reptile dysfunction?
Yeah, it's a lolcat!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Frazz (A Tribute)


Francie was with us for ten years. We went down to Burlington Washington, where a kennel run by the Seattle Beagle Rescue society houses beagles who have been abandoned by their owners because they've outlived their prime hunting years. We had checked her out on their website (where she was named Chloe), and drove down to see her. We took her for a walk, then she jumped up on Sheila's lap, and we were sold. I had just seen Neil Jordan's film The Butcher Boy, in which Sinead O'Connor (as the virgin Mary) says "For fuck's sake Francie" to the young boy who is the film's leading man, and I wanted to name her Francie so I could say that to her one day. It was the right name.

We got her some shots at a local vet, who looked at her teeth and guessed that she was about six. She had no manners and was a handful on the leash, and  the first night we weren't sure what to do - we set up a dog bed in the room down the hall from our bedroom, but she got up and walked over and stood in our doorway. Sheila said, "Go to bed, Francie," and she turned around and walked back and went to bed.

Later, she ended up in our bed anyway.

She was our dog. She had a good life with us. Over the years I gave her countless nicknames, because I like to do that:

Frazz
Wilford Frimley
Frizzle the Dizzle
Frazz Bot
Dirk Doggler
Frizzy Bats
Grunty
Frabtrons
Farb

There's something about dogs. If that thing about dogs gets you, you come to really love them. I'm a bit surprised to find myself this heartbroken, but Francie was one of the family. We really really miss you Frazz.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Oh, the Devil Went Down to Kingston...

Ever get license envy?


Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Peee-Yew!

Movie idea: the human race has, for far too long, added artificial scents to too many household and personal products, resulting in everyone's liver falling out of their ass at the same time with a horrifying shhhplehhhh sound. The title: