I went to Crawdaddys for lunch. The food is delicious, but the service is almost always slow. Our waiter happened to be the president of the Saskatoon Ultimate league, which maybe goes a way to explaining that.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “When I grow up I’m going to Bovine University” - Ralph

Today, I’ve remembered no less than three distinct dreams that I had last night. Normally, I don’t give much thought to my dreams, but sometimes they’re just downright strange. Like for instance, the one dream that I can share with the group (the other two centered around Christmas presents, and I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise) was about how I discovered that a local grocery store was drugging the mandarin oranges with a mind control drug. The purpose of this nefarious plot was to turn their customers into unthinking sheep, thus allowing them to raise prices without losing customers to the competition. Pretty weak, especially since I haven’t watched “Strange Brew” for quite a while.

On of the other dreams involved me catching some kids shoplifting the thing I’m hoping to get for someone as a Christmas present, and the other involved someone already having the thing that I was thinking of getting them as a “contingency” gift - in case I can’t get the thing that I want to get for them. Clear enough? Yeah, I thought so.

Speaking of dreams - I think the name of the fabric on our new furniture is “Dreamfibre” - it’s apparently going to be delivered in about four weeks. Erin told me this yesterday, which would put the delivery day right smack dab on December 25th… I somehow doubt that it will be delivered that day. It will be nice to get it finally though. Now we have to figure out if we want to put the old stuff in the basement, or do something else with that room.

Simspson’s quote of the day: “Mankind has always dreamed of destroying the sun.” - Mr. Burns (I bet you thought I’d go for “Sleep - that’s where I’m a viking” didn’t you?)

Erin knows this. Most of the time, I really dislike shopping. I don’t mind going every now and then, by myself, but I usually don’t like shopping with someone else, for whatever reason. This being the start of “shopping frenzy” season, where people will bite other people in order to secure a cabbage patch kid, or tickle me elmo, or furby or whatever, I really don’t much care for the crowds.

So, why did I go shopping today at lunch? I don’t know. It wasn’t too bad though, since I was only there for a brief time, looking for something specific, in two or three stores. I’m 90% sure that the one store I was at had it in stock, but they had half the store filled with cardboard boxes that hadn’t been opened yet, so they didn’t know themselves. I didn’t really press the issue, since I know that it gets pretty busy in there around this time of year. I’ll probably wind up going back tomorrow or Friday, just to see if I can’t get what I’m looking for, and solve most of my Christmas Shopping woes all at once.

Did I mention that I don’t like shopping?

Simpson’s quote of the day:
Bear: “I’m Sir Loves-A-Lot! The bear who loves to love.”
Homer: “They didn’t have Lord Huggington?”
Marge: “It’s the same basic bear, Homey.”
Homer: [dejected] “I guess.”

If I could be serious for a moment. With Erin being seven and a half months pregnant, we’re finally starting to get excited about the whole thing. I think that because of the miscarriage, both of us were pretty reserved about the whole thing. While everyone around us was pretty excited, and wanting lots of details, we were both kind of reserved about it. We haven’t really done a lot of the things to get ready that we should have, like preparing the baby’s room.

Today we had the second ultrasound. The first was at nine weeks, so there wasn’t a whole lot to see, and now the baby is so large that the ultrasound picture was too small to see the whole baby at once. The baby was all over the place though, moving around, kicking, punching, and basically making it hard for the ultrasound lady to get her measurements at times. I think its all a little more real now though, which is good. We got more pictures to take home, but the scanner can’t scan them, so you’re going to have to go without - at least until you see us next time.

So, that’s the story about the ultrasound that people have wanted to hear.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Homer, you promised. One night of family time a week — besides, that backtalking boat sets a bad example.” - Marge

I was a bit busy at lunch today, so check back later tonight for a long post - I’ve got a bunch of stuff that I wanted to write about, but just don’t have time right now

You’ll get your Simpsons quote then too.

In the past two days, I’ve been emailed four viruses by unknown people. I’m not sure what to attribute it to, but it’s kind of sad really. Well, at least I assume they’re viruses - they’re windows script files, and executables. Sometimes they are accompanied by a jpg of a hockey player or something along those lines. It’s kind of odd, since I don’t remember ever being sent a virus before. Well, I guess I did get one sent to work a while back, but seriously, nothing else.

I can only imagine what would have happened if I had my security settings wide open, or decided to open attachments from strangers, or whatever. I’m sure it would make for more entertaining reading for you, but I’m not willing to go to those lengths.

Friday night, we had the Ultimate year end party/windup. Some of us wound up playing some crokinole, (My partner and I were 3-1) as well as Worms World Party. Al had gotten ahold of a projector, and we even wound up playing a bit of SSX Tricky on the ceiling. It was a good time. Saturday, Erin and I went shopping. Sunday, Erin and I went shopping. I didn’t even watch the Grey Cup - I think that’s only maybe the second or third CFL game that I didn’t watch this year (that I knew was on TV) I understand that I missed quite a game - I haven’t even seen the hilights yet. I did watch the Vanier Cup on Saturday though, so it’s not like I didn’t watch any football this weekend…

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I can’t wait ’til they throw his hatless butt in jail.” - Homer

It’s that time of year again, when the sun isn’t up before I get to work. This bothers some people, but not me. At any given point on the globe, you will receive the same amount of daytime hours as any other point (ie. half) The distribution of those hours varies quite widely. Some places (see the equator) get 12 hours a day, every day, all year. Some places have periods where it’s day for more than 24 hours, with counterbalancing periods where it’s night for more than 24 hours.

What I’m getting at, is that if it was daylight when I got to work every day, I would be working entirely during daylight hours all year long. Ie. for every hour that the sun is still down while I’m at work, that means there’s one more hour that it will be up when I’m not. Make any sort of sense? I mean, yeah, if I were rich, we could afford to travel to the Southern Hemisphere during the Northern winter, and vice versa, but the fact remains that I can’t afford that sort of lifestyle (and actually wouldn’t want it.) The end result is that the payback for it being dark out while I’m at work, is that the sun doesn’t set until very very late at night during the Summer.

Maybe it’s those GE Reveal full spectrum lights that we’ve got in our house that gives me a perspective like this. It’s kind of like the whole “Yin and Yang” balance thing. I choose to view the existence of the dark as a reminder of the light.

At least it’s been pretty warm lately :-)

Simpson’s quote of the day: “hmmm. . . eternal happiness for one dollar? I’d rather keep the dollar.” - Mr. Burns