Reason #125 why Nintendo will win the Gaming Platform Wars

How can you win a war against legions of 22-month old gamers? It's unpossible.

Me, I'm honing my shell-tossing and skidding skills so I'm ready when hostilities break out.

    Series one project update

Re: my memo sent April 17

Good work with the Boston moth project. But, more lies ahead.

We should have a round-table this week to make sure we all on the same page, but I propose we deploy moths in the same manner since they were so successful during the last series.

It shouldn't be too hard to tweak the deployment for a hundred thousand moths to come down from heaven to eat all the jerseys belonging to the Philadelphia Flyers.

Unless anyone has any serious misgivings, I'll go ahead and start the ball rolling on the project start.

    You need to replace your computer. Hold down your Visa card for several thousand dollars or press the Loan button.

Dear Internets:

Please send good vibes, positive energy and other imaginary forces to my venerable G4 Quicksilver to encourage it to stay upright and in good working order until I can replace its ass with a new Mac later this year.

As for me, I'm going to count every day without a freeze up or a kernel panic as a win.

One day at a time, Sweet Turing; one day at a time.

    Notification of scheduled downtime

Upgrading to OpenBSD 4.3 soon. Details here.

    See previous

That last entry? This was one of those times I didn't need to click Save.

    An open letter to M. Eaton

I went to church for the first time in years this morning because I was suddenly struck with the need to pray.

I prayed and prayed to Ste. Justine. I prayed for a hundred thousand moths to come down from heaven and eat all the black and gold hockey sweaters belonging to the Boston Bruins.

With apologies to Roch Carrier.

    My edge box is cooler than your edge box (in degrees Celcius, anyway)

OpenBSD 4.3 and a nice Puffy t-shirt arrived at the Eco-Monkey World Domination Inc. Data Centre today.

This is reminder that it is that time of year again: total system upgrade time. Expect some scheduled and unscheduled downtime to all Eco-Monkey hosted services over the coming weekend.

So, put that OpenBSD release song library on repeat, boot from that CD and get installing!

The freedom of the world depends on it. Plus, you get some nice stickers.

    Picture yourself with a job in Toronto, with tangerine timecards and a marshmallow boss

I use my iPod and some noise-blocking earbuds to shut out the world on the bus to and from work every day, and my usual weapon of choice is the CBC Radio 3 podcast. It is the perfect mix to go with my morning coffee, and the only way to survive public transportation in the morning.

For the past few days I've been listening to episodes nos. 116 and 117 (respectfully, the 90s and 80s Canadian indie music reviews) and it is totally awesome.

13 Engines! Heuvos Rancheros! Slow! The Smalls! D.O.A.! I'm amazed at how many of these songs and bands are such a part of my misspent youth.

I'm pretty sure I dropped acid with a few of the bands featured on these two podcasts. But maybe not. Things are pretty hazy looking back that far (like, looking through the bottom of a beer bottle hazy). I am, however, absolutely certain I did the same with one of the infamous roadies mentioned at the end of the first podcast, Squirrel Boy.

Unless there is more than one Squirrel Boy in Canadian indie music, which I admit might be more than likely.

    I'm more of a Toad in the Hole Fiend, myself

The internets surprised me with a nice package today.

I had totally forgotten that I'd ordered a copy of the complete Dream of the Rarebit Fiend many, many months ago. So I had no idea what was in the large cardboard box when the post-office girl handed it over.

I'd conveniently forgotten that I'd spent real money on a hard-bound comic book the size of a coffee table, with commentary. Awesome.

Why do I suddenly feel the need to have cheese-on-toast?

    Spring?

Even though it's barely above freezing today, I cracked open a window to air the place out a bit.

I can hear an American Robin in one of the trees out front.

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