Saturday, June 28, 2003

Marjorie's back. Here's what she brought me back from the States:
  • The Cosmos collector's edition DVD box set. Woop!
  • Five bottles of wine.
  • The new Fountains of Wayne CD. Sounds fabbo so far.
  • My cool fuzzy pants, for our trip to Australia.
  • The Big Lebowski DVD.
  • A Cookie Monster t-shirt. Huh.
  • A Scrabble computer game (thanks, Linda!).
  • Various housewares for the new apartment.
  • My CD player.
    And most importantly,
  • Her bad self.
  • Thursday, June 26, 2003

    These are dangerous times. I promise to be careful.
    I've been playing with Google's programmer interface for some potential work projects. This is a service they provide that allows you to do Google searches from within programs you write, instead of going to their web page.

    It occurred to me that I could use it to revamp my old "misspellings" page. So, here 'tis.

    The Google API was amazingly easy to use. Quite a number of the queries I sent failed, for whatever reasons, but I can still see this as a handy thing to know how to use. And kinda fun.

    Wednesday, June 25, 2003

    I rule. I played bar trivia last night at Shamus O'Donnell's, all by my lonesome, and won. I had no hope on the Rugby questions and such, but cleaned up on the movie questions. I hope my wife will forgive me for missing the Beatles question ("What Beatles album features the song 'Ticket To Ride'?"). The prize was a bottle of vodka, which we surely DON'T need, as the bottle we got at Duty Free on our initial trip out here has hardly been touched.

    Sunday, June 22, 2003

    Burgerlicious. Here's the placemat from Mos Burger where I had lunch today.

    How long do you figure it'll be before McDonald's comes out with THEIR version of the squid-scallop-prawn burger with carrots and asparagus?

    Notice too that the bun is made of rice. Actually, it sounds moderately edible.
    Goooooaaaal! A beautiful cross; I extend my leg as far as it will go, and tuck the ball neatly into the side of the net. The keeper never had a chance.

    Too bad it was our own goal.

    Phooey. To add injury to insult, I stubbed my toe on the play, too.

    Time to de-stinkify myself and go get some Injun food.