It was a glorious day today and I decided to go for a nice, long walk. As I passed a neighbourhood car service centre, a large sign over the one service bay they had read "Free Courtesy Check". I chuckled as I wondered to myself what they would call a courtesy check that they charged you for.
About half way through my walk, as I approached a beer store, how could I not think of enjoying a delicious, cold beer on this very warm day when my brisk walking has made it a very hot day. I paused for a moment to weigh the fact that I would have to carry the beer all the way home, almost a mile away. It took two seconds for me to start toward the entrance.
Funny how advertising really does work. Lately, there's been a constant barrage of Corona TV commercials and I settled on picking up a six pack. No sooner was I out of the beer store when I regretted my choice. You see, Corona do not have twist-off caps and as I trudged along, I longed to pull out a beer and discreetly consume it as I made my way home while I gently sweat.
The next thing that entered my mind was that all this refreshing beverage I was carrying was going to make me warmer than I already was. I pondered...the faster I walk, the sooner I'll get home, the less warm the beer will get, the less time it will need in the fridge before I can enjoy one. Of course, walking so fast will make me much warmer than I already was.
At about this time, I thought what a great problem for physics students to solve: You're carrying a case of beer that weighs 7 pounds. The temperature of the beer is 40 degrees. You're 1 mile from home and the temperature is 80 degrees. What is the optimum speed for you to walk in order to balance heat exertion with the time to get home and restore the beer to 40 degrees, suitable for consuming?
As I neared my home, I spotted a guy walking his dog on the sidewalk approaching me. I couldn't tell for sure, but the animal appeared to be a pit bull. I could see that the guy had a tight hold of the leash because the dog was head-strong. I should say right now that I have always been afraid of dogs--at least large ones, anyway. As the distance between me and the great beast waned, I worried about what to do. I don't want to appear to be a wimp and walk way over on the boulevard, nor did I relish being some crazed mastiff's snack.
With only yards between us now, the young man almost imperceptibly applys sufficent force to the lead to cause the dog to gradually move to the side. I breathed a sigh of relief and kept my eyes straight not wanting to tip off my would-be assailant to the fear I was hiding. I was so relieved, I felt like thanking the guy for his courteous gesture.
Two minutes later, I arrived home in a bit of a sweat and put the beer in the fridge. I immediately started making dinner and when it was ready, so was the beer. I called my daughter in and extended her a free, courtesy beer.
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Friday, 25 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Shit my dad said...
When the family was huddled around the TV watching circus performers, gymnasts or figure skaters:
"Ha! You think they have to get up at 5 a.m. and work construction?"
As if anyone could perform a triple somersault on the flying trapeze if not for other commitments.
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"Ha! You think they have to get up at 5 a.m. and work construction?"
As if anyone could perform a triple somersault on the flying trapeze if not for other commitments.
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Monday, 21 June 2010
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Q & A's from around the web
I'm a fat dude. Is it possible to get a skinny girl?
"to get" as in capture?
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"to get" as in capture?
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Friday, 11 June 2010
Thursday, 3 June 2010
SiCKO
I just finished watching the movie and I wept.
I wept for Americans without health insurance. I wept for Americans with insurance but who have had claims rejected. I wept for Americans who understand the need for universal health care but can't convince their fellow Americans of it. I wept for Cubans who despite great challenges understand the value of pulling together as human beings to help one another, particularly when one of us is ill. But mostly I wept for Americans who "don't get it".
If you watch this movie and are unaffected...I'd rather not finish this sentence.
A thought came to mind shortly into the film...
Michael Moore is the Noam Chomsky of the lunch pail crowd.
By the way, the part about sending the cheque to his rival with the website dedicated to bashing Moore--what could be more poignant?
If you haven't seen it, I urge you to.
I wept for Americans without health insurance. I wept for Americans with insurance but who have had claims rejected. I wept for Americans who understand the need for universal health care but can't convince their fellow Americans of it. I wept for Cubans who despite great challenges understand the value of pulling together as human beings to help one another, particularly when one of us is ill. But mostly I wept for Americans who "don't get it".
If you watch this movie and are unaffected...I'd rather not finish this sentence.
A thought came to mind shortly into the film...
Michael Moore is the Noam Chomsky of the lunch pail crowd.
By the way, the part about sending the cheque to his rival with the website dedicated to bashing Moore--what could be more poignant?
If you haven't seen it, I urge you to.
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Tuesday, 1 June 2010
Poker adventures
Last night I played a NL draw poker tourney. There were 6,000 entrants and they pay top 48.
After a few hours, I am getting low on chips. I get dealt a straight. I make a small raise before the draw hoping to spur a re-raise. The very next player who has me covered goes all-in. As I go to position the mouse over the "call" button, I'm hit with a power failure. If it had come one second later, I would have won a big pot and had a good chance to finish in the money. Instead, I lost whatever I had bet and struggled to finish around 150th.
The bizarre thing is that the rain was so brief and so light that it was surprising that it produced lightning at all. It's as if the poker gods, sensing I was about to finish well, contacted Thor and...
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