Summer Fridays

My wonderful employer has the incredibly sensible and civilized policy of giving us Fridays off in the summer. Nine weeks of 4 day weeks (actually a couple of 3 day weeks thanks to the statutory holidays), what could be better? Well ok, permanent 4 day weeks would be better but hey I’m happy with what I’m given.

Today I pottered around the house, tidied up my ‘workshop’, built a PC which then failed to function, waited for James to get up (which finally happened at about 2:30), got the gas canister filled up and then cooked on the bbq in torrential rain, watched Silent Witness and finally blogged. What a fun day.

Beautiful Potato!

I was walking to the train station from work today, strolling down Rue Stanley, when an old homeless looking man started crossing the street. He got to the middle, bent over, and stood up again with a large potato in his hand. He looked at me and said “Look, a beautiful potato in the middle of the street just for me!”. Then he raised his prize aloft and proclaimed “This is the best potato I’ve ever owned!” and wandered off down an alley. Well that made my day.

A day in the life…

So what do I do every day? Well on a work day it goes something like this: At 6:10 the alarm goes off (CBC, yes I’m getting old). I listen to the chatter on there for 10-30 minutes before struggling out of bed and into the bathroom where I clean my teeth and jump under our fabulous rain shower. That wakes me up, then I throw on some clothes (smart-ish casual), kiss my snoozling wife goodbye and run (well ok walk) downstairs. If I’m in the mood I’ll throw together a sandwich for my lunch, with some fruit and whatever other snacky stuff we have.

At about 7:05 I leave the house, walking to the end of the street where the train station is, to jump on the 7:20 train to Montreal. I have the laptop on the train so I either watch a movie (Apocalypse Now Redux this morning) or work on some web stuff. That keeps me occupied until the train arrives in Montreal. From there its a 20 minute walk to the office.

The rest of the day is spent working on the university financial systems, until around 4 when I leave for the train journey home. I get home at about 5:20, greeted by Jen, relax for a bit, wander around our lovely garden, hang out on the deck. At some point we have dinner before vegging out in front of the tv, or finding something more exciting to do. Like Scrabble(tm).

A couple of chapters of a book in bed, then its time for sleep.

That’s it. A day in the life of me. Weekends are different of course, but they’re too random to give you an average description. I’ll just keep you informed when we do something fun.

Happy shiny people

Usually there is a man on the train in the morning who gruffly announces the next station. Today the man was incredibly happy, announcing stations with obvious glee, and announcing the final station with almost a cheer. Whatever happy pills he had been taken, it affected many of the passengers too, who were leaving the train with smiles on their faces. Happiness really is infectious.

Anyway, my brother is here from England, I picked him up from the bus station last night and bought him home for pizza and beer. Today he set out to explore Montreal and ended up spending most of the afternoon in an English pub. No imagination that boy.

Birthday Burgers

Today was our friend Cara’s 30th birthday. To celebrate this momentous event we joined her and Tyler and some friends for a very fun few games of volleyball. I was completely inept at the whole thing, as is usually the case with any kind of sporting activity, but I still had a good time. The sand was really hot though. After exhausting ourselves on the volleyball court (pitch? field? beach?) we headed back to their place for BBQ’d burgers and dogs and some much needed liquid refreshment. Tyler wanted to teach me Magic, but Cara wasn’t having that on her birthday.

Weeds, more weeds

I spend all my waking moments weeding our vegetable patch. Why do they grow so fast? Why can’t they get the message? It doesn’t help that our ‘patch’ is the size of a small sports field, I think we’ll cut it in half next year. Jen mowed the lawn while I watched and drank beer, that was the fun part of the day.

So what do I have to show for our day in the garden? Well, a sunburned upper back, an achy lower back, about 874 mosquito bites, dirt under all my fingernails. Oh and a remarkably tidy veggie patch.

I have a workshop!

I finally got around to tinkering with the computer McGill gave me. I got everything laid out on a table in the basement, then suddenly realised. I have a workshop! This is very exciting, a place I can leave junk laying around all over the place without worrying about it, and without Jen getting upset that the place is a mess. Anyway, I got linux installed, and fired up one of my spare hard disks, but it didn’t have anything fun on it, so I’ll be getting the other 3 installed next (one at a time because IDE sucks).

I also did a bunch of weeding and leaf raking today, I could get used to this gardening thing. Perhaps. Maybe.

Tonight we went to see the Bourne Supremacy. We got there late so got the crappy seats right at the front. It’s a good movie, but not great. I think I enjoyed it more than Jen. If you like car chases and spy stuff, go see it. If not, well, don’t.

Beware! Scientologists!

A big yellow tent appeared by Peel on Rene Levesque today which turned out to be filled with Scientologists. Well when I say filled, there were about 10 of them, which is quite a lot for such a pathetic little cult. The slogan on the tent was something like ‘Something can be done about it’. I’m not sure what ‘it’ is, but doing something about ‘it’ probably involves holding some tin cans and getting yelled at for 10 hours. Stay away from the big yellow tent folks, the killer cult just wants your money!

It’s the weekend.

I love summer Fridays, there is something so incredibly civilized about a four day work week.

I learned about fine grain access control and policy functions today. Cool eh? Well I thought so anyway. Sometimes it feels like I’m slipping backwards in the race to stay on the cutting edge of technologies, then something happens at the university that makes me realise we’re still racing, even if we’re not quite up at the front. Right now I’d say McGill is the McClaren team in the keeping-up-with-technology Grand Prix.

Talking of Grand Prix, it’s a race weekend, the German race. Probably another home win for Michael, but here’s hoping for an interesting race.

Pussy Muffins!

Improv All-Stars was amazingly hilarious, I was having trouble breathing at one point. Everything from mad scientists growing giant nipples to a cooking show with roast puppy and pussy muffins. Colin Mochrie was excellent as always. Greg Proops came out with some great Quebec/Canada gags. Brad Sherwood, Sean Masterson and Jeff Davis were all very very good too (and Jen thought Jeff was ‘incredibly hot’). Drew Carey tried hard, but he doesn’t do improv as well as the others. My line got read out at one point. Greg now knows we’re stalking him.

Today I made a major leap forward on my current work project, which made me tres content. I also spent some time on the mud, but got annoyed with the whiny players so I might take a few days off from it.

I’m watching The Godfather on the train to work. It’s good, but I’m not sure why it’s #1 on IMDB. Maybe I’m missing something.

Touring Montreal

After a pancake breakfast on the deck yesterday we took Alex on the obligatory Montreal tour, first heading along lakeshore, then going through upper Westmount to the lookout. They need to hack all the trees down there so we get a better view (kidding, I love trees!). We stopped quickly at our old condo then headed into Old Montreal for a wander, a boat cruise on Le Bateau Mouche, and a quick look around the One of a Kind artisan show which cost us $5 each and wasn’t very good really.

Tonight we’re going to see the Improv All-Stars at Metropolis. We’re stalking Greg Proops.

The British are Coming!

Alex is almost here. Like a good host I’ve tidied the house, prepared tomato salad, potato salad, hamburgers and fruit salad. There’s beer in the fridge and gas in the BBQ (I hope). Jen is en route from Burlington airport (don’t ask), probably stuck at the border and swearing like a nun who just broke her vow of silence.

I’m listening to the Prairie Home Companion on VPR, does this make me officially old? But I do have Billy Talent in my iTunes, maybe that balances things out. I wish I had Garrison Keillor’s voice.

My first blog.

Well I had to jump on the blog bandwagon eventually didn’t I? My diary was festering in a pool of apathy and my plans to code my own blogging apparatus were just a pipe dream so I took the lazy option and came to blogger.com. Why re-invent the wheel?

Hopefully I’ll fill this with enlightening, witty, sardonic, cynical and smartass comments. Or I’ll forget about it after a week and it’ll go to the great abandoned blog graveyard. We’ll see.