Barkerburgh

On CNN this morning.

A chips-and-burger van is travelling across a desert/salt flats type landscape. It stops in the middle of nowhere and there’s two guys. One is looking around bewildered at the site; I mean, where’s the customers? The other guy starts setting up for business, opening up the side flaps, putting out condiments, you know.

A meteorite flashes across the sky and hits the desert. Moments later a fleet of off-roaders, SUVs, jeeps etc starts approaching across the desert. They gather around the crater and the guy pays for his kids’ college tuition.

There’s no dialogue.

It was about entrepreneurs and appears to be for the UK’s Orange mobile phone company’s attempt to break into the American market…

It’s quite succinct, funny and well done.

(The science is all wrong, (our boys don’t get incinerated for one) but it is a commercial.)

49 today!

That’s 7 better than 42!

Hah, Douglas Adams! (God rest your crazy soul…)

Google string for the date

Canadawiki’s page for June 26

Hurricane Audrey, Wikipedia, “The first named storm , first hurricane and first major hurricane of the 1957 Atlantic hurricane season”

The Political Graveyard’s page for the date

Google string for barker “June 26, 1957″ for found-inspiration and stream-of-consciousness meditation…it’s fun!

Happy Birthday to ME! And many more!

I got a great present from dear friends that is up there right beside an almost identical present I got a few years ago from other dear friends. They are both equally the second best presents I ever received; the best being the Kenner Girder and Panel Building Set which I got for Christmas when I was about seven.

Happy Pride Day to all the homosexuals, lesbians, bisexuals, transvestites and transgendered!

Not to mention the pansexuals, asexuals, multisexuals, psychosexuals, theosexuals, diabolosexuals and chronosexuals, including of course, the Southern gays, the homosex-y’alls.

So to the Spanish lasbians, the German diebians, the never-satisfied morebians, the less-is-morebians (the abstract minimalist school of interfemale sex; there’s a book), the Reformed Congregationalist Lesbians and the members of the Church of Christ Feminissima.

Let’s not ignore those inveterate erotic shoppers, the buy-sexuals, the ones you never see again, the bye-sexuals, the ones who need to tell you a secret, the by-the-way-sexuals, and the ones who only want to have sex with Chow Yun Fat’s character in ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’, the Lee Mu Bai-sexuals. Quite a bunch, all told.

Not to omit the bivestites, panvestites, nonvestites, omnivestites, and chromovestites.

Not forgetting the ungendered, dysgendered, polygendered, gender-curious, and regendered

Now I want to include the phytosexuals, but I think the Supreme Court has yet to rule on whether or not a watermelon or a carrot (for example) can or cannot withhold or grant consent.

And a big cheer to the government of Gaysandlesbia for their forward looking and enlightened policies on sexuality, thus allowing the Gaysandlesbians who have immigrated to our country to influence Canadian social policy for the greater good of all citizens.

Huzzah!

I was vanity-googling ‘Barkerburgh’ when I came across this.

It comes from Blogshares, the fantasy blog stock market!

Quote/Unquote: “BlogShares is a fantasy stock market for weblogs. Players get to invest a fictional $500, and blogs are valued by incoming links.”

It’s really a funny and interesting craziosity. You can register and get those $500 fake dollars to invest.

Love it.

So WinDVD and ITunes (perhaps others too, but these two for sure) won’t work if, on a cold boot, the system spontaneously resets the year to 2079, which isn’t even the highest the year can be set.

Keep that in mind for future reference.

I was doing a search for the Doctor Watson log to see if there was anything in there about the failures of ITunes and WinDVD, when I noticed the time stamp.

They work fine now.

I finally swapped B5 seasons 1 & 2 for 3, 4 & 5.

I used long-hoarded tokens to go over to Peter and Leslie and Simon’s to get more B5 fixes, that is to say, not repairs, but hits, tokes, doses, satisfaction for my honkin’ B5 jones.

Had an accidental fine barbecued chicken dinner, with very interesting pasta and a nice partly homegrown salad, eaten al fresco on the back concrete, which the neighbour says is good for babies (but, as they say at the funeral home during visiting hours, remains to be seen.).

Well, last week was kinda hot and humid at times. Last year when that happened (45 with the humidity at least once) both my computers went south, pear-shaped, down the dumper. Not only that, but the heat put off by the machines made my place very uncomfortable.

So I shut them right down a few times at night instead of running diagnostics overnight. Well, I guess they didn’t like that plus the heat and humidity. When I got home from L, P & S’s and fired up the machines, then put in the first disc of B5, Season 3, my DVD app wouldn’t work. Now it’s quite good, you can pause and slow-mo it, capture screen shots, all the nice little bells and whistles. So I tried VLAN, that good old dependable workhorse. It worked but the image was jumpy and jerky. Unwatchable. No buffering? I dunno.

I tried a few other apps (Word, Freemind, etc), most worked. ITunes did not. Same error as the DVD app. Rats on rats.

Over the course of the day yesterday (Tuesday) I flushed the registry, scandisked, defragged, uninstalled and reinstalled the DVD app. No luck.

Finally I reinstalled Windows. Partial success. A different error from before (but the same from both) from ITunes and the DVD app (I’ve blanked on the name of the app.).

Then I tried good old VLAN again (open a disc), but instead of clicking on DVD(menu), I just clicked on DVD. Success.

I feel cursed, but that’s nothing new. I’m used to it. I cope. I carry on. I cry, dry my eyes, hike up my pants, and keep slogging on towards my date with Destiny, a tall, red-haired stripper I met in Brampton back in 96.

PS, I am 5 days short of being 1 year shy of being 50 years less than a century. Save the parties for next year. This year just love. (That means presents, because love is intangible and presents aren’t.)

Please don’t miss this doodletronics blog post. It’s an embedded youtube video of a Folger’s commercial and it’s brilliant, with a hint of Python.

I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my third coffee of the day.

(I didn’t really have anything to say today, so I thought “what the hey, Laura already did the hard part, all I have to do is link…”)

I borrowed B5 Season 1 from Peter and Leslie a few months back and Season 2 a few weeks back, and watched Season 1 twice; once mostly out of order and over the course of weeks, and just this weekend all in order all together eschewing all TV except as visual background noise. I watched Season 1 from mid-afternoon Saturday through early Sunday morning and then all Sunday afternoon, evening and well into Monday morning.

Then I started watching Season 2 same way. I’m on the fourth disc of six.

It’s interesting and intense this way. I have been having weird dreams. Especially Sunday night when I had the Tony award show on TV in the background while I watched B5 on the computer.

The show isn’t at all what I thought it was 13 years ago, and, even though it’s old and cancelled, it’s still twelve parsecs better than Star Trek: Enterprise.

The characters are great, especially the ambassadors, and the CG is quite ripping for its time, back then, so long ago. Remembering about the seasons long story arcs, I get antsy just thinking about what they’re doing with this thread or that statement. Cool.

The way he worked a story arc back in those days is amazing. Even though I knew aboout that, I didn’t think about it until I’d watched several episodes out of order, then decided I had to go back and watch them properly to get the full, real vibe. After a little reading on the web, I figured I better had too before I watched Season 2.

Can’t wait to cash in Seasons 1 and 2 for Season 3.

Thank you, Ambassador from Ambedia and Commercial Telepath K’otanen.

Now if I can just remember to give Reid and Luisa back their DVDs and get the Horatio Hornblower boxed set back to Peter and Laura…

I can’t watch’em!

The Scripps National Spelling Bee was on TSN (via ESPN, of all things) this past week and today TVO was showing the Ontario Spelling Bee Provincial Championships today.

I was totally angsting out everytime one of the kids got close, but no cigar.

I had to change channels today when about four or five kids in a row crashed and burned on ‘effrontery‘, which if you don’t know how to spell it, I ain’t gonna tell ya.

I think my discomfort goes all the way back to Grade Six at Georgetown’s Harrison Public School. It was down to me and Sharon Barclay. The word was ‘Sault Ste. Marie’, which I knew and I knew I knew it, but I forgot the period in Ste. Sharon won. I lost. It still hurts.