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Note to Dog:

I hear the people in the hall. Really. Including the maintenance guy doing fire door improvements. It is not necessary to bark and/or growl to alert me every time you hear a sound out there. Especially when that sound is a power drill, I can hear it perfectly fine.

Note to Cats:

I understand that you two do not always get along well. I appreciate the fact that you fight much less than you did when Rosalind first came to live here, and I try to just put up with the occasional spats that still happen. HOWEVER...

On the occasions when you do still get into it, and decided to chase each other around the apartment with murder in your eyes, I would really appreciate it if the designated "home free" spot where the chasee can escape the chaser (whoever happens to be in either role at the moment) was NOT MY DESK.

Particularly not while I am working at it. And particularly not when you take a flying leap at the corner where my mouse pad is, while my hand is on said mouse, and land half-on-half-off it, sending the mouse flying in one direction and the mouse pad in three other directions (being as it is composed of three parts, and desperately grabbing at my arm with your claws in order to try not to fall. Neither the mouse, mouse pad nor my arm benefit from that kind of treatment, thank you.
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
[livejournal.com profile] kettunainen already posted this one on Facebook, but it's definitely worth repeating:

"I could use special diseases that are in poo to get rid of the government."

She adds that they had been talking about landfills, with no mention of either of poo or the government before he said that.

When I told [livejournal.com profile] lgbtech about that one, she immediately asked where one could donate funding to that project. :-)
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
I took the Lynxcub to visit my father and stepmother earlier today - he always likes going to see them and apparently was announcing the impending visit over and over before I picked him up, to [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik and even random strangers on the subway.

A good time was had by all, but particularly noteworthy were an entertaining incident I've put behind a cut below, and a tale he spun while we waited for the Ossington bus on the way back. The following is condensed from a long and rambling conversation:

Apparently, he plans to "break the road" (as in the little roadway where the buses pull in to Ossington subway station) so that he can build a house there. A big, tall house, with a bear painted on it (we had earlier seen a bear mural on the wall of a building the subway passed while it was above ground), in which the Three Bears would live. But it had to be a very special, strong house, so that Goldilocks wouldn't knock it down, because if any of the walls were delicate (yes, his word), she would kick them down.

I think it was at this point that I asked if Goldilocks had superpowers, and he looked thoughtful for a moment and then replied "yes!" enthusiastically, in a because-that-explains-EVERYTHING tone of voice.

However, Goldilocks is apparently not entirely hostile to the bears, because she's also going to stomp a big hole in the road next to the house for them, so that they can build a garage. In the garage, the bears will keep snow shovels, and also garden tweezers, which he attempted to demonstrate by stretching out his arms with his hands curved in slightly, and moving them in a scissor-like motion, like his entire arms were a huge pair of tweezers. The purpose of these, he solemnly informed me, was to tweeze the plants.

But when he recounted it late to Kettu, he said they were snow tweezers instead. For tweezing snow, one must suppose.

He also assured me that we didn't have to worry about Goldilocks coming along and breaking the bench we were sitting on, because he had built it especially strongly out of bricks and wood.

I strongly suspect he was mixing up the Three Bears story with the Three Little Pigs, and thus casting Goldilocks in the role of the big bad wolf. I kept waiting to hear that she was going to huff and puff and blow their house down, but apparently she's all about the kicking and stomping and breaking stuff.

And one to tell his dates about later on - NSFW )
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Recently I noticed that the miniature rose bush in my living room window appeared to be having trouble. Some of the leaves were looking tattered and my initial thought was that it might have some sort of insect infestation. I checked it all over and couldn't see any visible bugs - not even on a really close inspection. Maybe some kind of disease, or mites that were too small to see easily? I wasn't sure...

But today, I heard something as I was working at my computer, and looked over to see that Rosalind, my rather plump calico cat, had somehow managed to squeeze her ample self in between the window fan and the rose bush, where by all the laws of physics she shouldn't have been able to fit (it's a small space and she's a big cat), and had both front paws planted in the rose pot, holding it still while she nibbled on the leaves.

I guess rather than looking for microscopic mites, I should have been casting my suspicions toward a larger form of plant-predator.

I checked around online and apparently roses are not toxic to cats, but still - I'm not growing it as a salad bar for her, but because I like the flowers, and somehow I don't think it will produce many flowers if she eats all its leaves. Maybe I should dust it with cayenne or something to deter her.

Still, I suppose this is what I get for giving her a name with "Rose" in it.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
I do intend to eventually write about last week's various events, particularly the trip up north and the discovery of a magic rowan tree on the Toronto islands, but as I lack the brain power for that right at the moment, instead, I present you with the latest installment of the Lynxcub Cuteness Report.

Best one-liner of recent weeks:
On hearing a father and son speaking to each other in Italian (I think) at the playground, he said in a tone of hushed reverence "They're speaking language!"

Most surreal exchange:
Lynxcub: "If I had some bad chemicals, I would take them to the dentist."

Me: "What would the dentist do with them?"

Lynxcub: (doesn't respond, just gives me a Look)

Me: "Ah... Should I have asked, what are you going to do to the dentist with the bad chemicals?"

Lynxcub: "I'm going to spray them on the dentist!"

Me: "What will that do?"

Lynxcub: (patiently, as if the answer should be obvious to any reasonable person) "It'll make the dentist vibrate!"

If I didn't know better, I'd think the Cub was on some bad chemicals himself...

Most entertainingly adult-like moment:
I was trying to steer him out of the bathroom, since I don't like him to stay in there any longer than it takes to pee, wash his hands, etc. -- too many things for him to get into in there.

Me: "Why don't we go back into the living room?"

Lynxcub: "Not now -- I have to check myself out in the mirror!"

He proceeded to pick up my little hand mirror and, indeed, look over his face very carefully, turning from side to side the way someone might if checking their makeup or making sure they'd shaved properly. Except that what he was apparently checking out was the strip of Scotch tape he had stuck to his nose.

Most detailed flight of fancy:
Cut for length )
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
Lynxcub: "My rubber ducky got lost, because it had a crack in the back of its head."
Me: "A crack in the back of its head? How did that happen?"
Lynxcub (gleefully, with stabbing motions): "I CUT IT in the back of its head!"
Me (somewhat alarmed): "Why did you do that?!"
Lynxcub (shyly): "It was a silly thing for me to do. But I thought it was a good idea at the time... (then, shouting gleefully) AND IT WAS!!!"

. . .

Me: "Now that we have popsicle molds, what kind of juice do you think we should use to make our first batch of popsicles?"
Lynxcub: "PIZZA juice!"
Me (laughing): "I'm... um, not sure there's any such thing as pizza juice, sweetie. We could maybe try tomato juice if you want... But I was thinking some kind of fruit juice, first."
Lynxcub (nodding): "Apple juice... (pause) and baking powder!"
Me: "Baking powder? Why would you want to put baking powder in popsicles? We're going to freeze them, not bake them!"
Lynxcub: "But I LIKE baking them! I LOVE BAKED POPSICLES!!!"

. . .

Lynxcub (after watching a couple of short animal videos on the National Geographic Kids web site): "Can we watch just one short video of firefighters?"
Me: "OK, let's just find one..."
Lynxcub: "Snake firefighters!"
Me: "Um... I'm not sure there's any such thing as --"
Lynxcub: "Skeleton snake firefighters!"

It's possible (though I didn't think of it until seeing a comment to [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen's FB post about this) that he may have been thinking of a video he saw a week or two ago, of a firefighting robot that looks kind of like a snake, and sprays fire-extinguisher-stuff out its "mouth". Or not.

But either way, as I commented there, it's kind of weirdly amusing that while robot snake firefighters don't sound any less surreal than skeleton snake firefighters, apparently they do sort of technically exist.
misslynx: (Aidan - w/stick)
Me: "It's pretty sunny out. Would you like your hat and sunglasses on?"

Lynxcub: "If a fire truck came into my dreams, I would jump up on top of it and work on it! I would work on top of the cab to make the lights go off and the sirens go off. And then there would be a blowy horn --"

Me: "Um... that really isn't answering to my question..."

Lynxcub: "--and I would work a lot on it and the lights and the siren, and there would be a flashing green light, and... [a fair bit more detail I can't remember omitted] ...and that's what I would do if a fire truck came into my dreams!"

Me: "That's very interesting. But would you like your hat and sunglasses on?"

Lynxcub: "No."

. . .

Lynxcub, junior forest firefighter )

Remind me not to ever have him wake ME up )

A moment of sheer awesomeness )
misslynx: (Quote - clucking bell)
Note to the Lynxcub:

Yes, the toilet and my office chair are both things that one sits on. Well, theoretically - usually you tend to climb around on the chair like it was a jungle gym. HOWEVER. That is where the commonality really SHOULD end.

But it was sweet of you to offer to help clean up, at least. And yes, I AM going to tell your dates about this when you're 17.

. . .

Note to my readers:

Parenting: it's NOT all sushi and elder gods and Argentinian penguins.

. . .

Hmmm... I think I may have to put that last sentence on a T-shirt. Or an LJ icon, at least. Though for full effect, I really should have gotten a photo.
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Female Genital Mutilation at Cornell University (Warning - REALLY disturbing news story. May be triggering to some people.)

I don't have the words to express my reaction to this. Not only the surgeries themselves, but the follow-up procedures. This guy should seriously be in jail. For anyone who can find words, comment #31 and #41 have contact info for the university, and #48 has a link to the doctor's web site.

Please pass the link on - the more people that know about this, the better the chance of doing something about it.

. . .

And if you need to read something light and non-traumatizing to help you recover from the above story, here, have this: German student attacks Hell's Angels. With a puppy.
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Via a friend who's not on LJ:

Man dressed as Snoopy in 'worst attempted jail-break ever'

Because just trying to break into jail to free a friend, while dressed as Snoopy and armed with a water pistol wouldn't have been enough - no, he also had to break into the wrong prison.

Best quote: “It’s not every day you see a giant cartoon dog go on the rampage after trying to break into a prison.”
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I got a Facebook message yesterday, purportedly from one of my FB friends (albeit one of the really old friends I haven't actually talked to in 20 years or so), saying "[friend's name] liked W0RST THING I HAVE EVER READ! WARNING! on Facebook and suggested you like it too."

I was (a) bored, and (b) mildly curious, so I clicked on the link to see what this thing was. It did indeed go to a page on Facebook (I always make sure any e-mail link is showing the same destination in the status bar when moused over as it appears to go to before clicking it), but the content was seriously disturbing, and not in the way someone might anticipate from the "W0RST THING I HAVE EVER READ" bit.

Maybe I need to mass-mail a Security 101 primer to everyone on FB )
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Sonoma County CA separates elderly gay couple and sells all of their worldly possessions

Particularly noteworthy is the fact that apparently this couple had done everything right, legally speaking - they had each other names in their wills, powers of attorney, and medical directives, etc. - and the county was still able to overrule it all, preventing from seeing each other, and treating the older partner as though he had no kin and the men were just "roommates".

Now, as some of the comments on that story note, it is somewhat short on details and leaves a fair number of unanswered questions. Some of what's reported there sounds like it shouldn't have been legally possible, so it would be really useful to have some kind of investigation into it. If what is reported in that story is even close to what happened, it's horrifying and needs wider reporting to raise awareness - and if by any chance the story is not accurate, it would be good to know that as well.

There's a petition afoot to get a local newspaper in that area to do a story on it, and this comment on the story also has a lot of contact numbers and e-mail addresses for relevant politicians and media.
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Amusing gym incident: was back there for the second time this week after slacking off for a while before that, and having to take it a little easy on lower-body stuff due to cycling 20km yesterday. But I was surprised when I got to the first machine in the second row (after all the lower-body machines) - for some reason, I seemed to be having a harder time with the pectoral flies than usual. I got through about four before I had to stop, while wondering how on earth cycling could have put any sort of strain there. I was pretty sure I'd done eight on Saturday without much trouble...

Anyway, after four, I resigned myself to having to lower the weight a little, and went to remove the little five-pound weight on the top of the stack... Only to notice that I had, in fact, accidentally put the pin into the stack one notch lower than I was supposed to. So while feeling guilty about having trouble doing pec flies with what I thought was 45 pounds, I was, in fact, doing them with 60 pounds. Now I'm astonished I got through four! Maybe I need to raise it to 50 next time...

And, on a completely unrelated note (except maybe insofar as it involves making mistakes with machines):

Very wrong video. So very, very, very wrong... )
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Just a short update, because I am tired and want to go to bed.
  1. First and most important:

    Happy birthday, Aidan!

    Two years...! Sometimes it seems like you've been in my life a lot longer, and it's hard to imagine the time before, and other times it seems like only yesterday that you were learning to crawl - or just being born. But either way, happy birthday to the boy who is unfailingly the brightest spot in my life.

  2. Sadly, I did not make it out to the Masala! Mehndi! Masti! festival this weekend, mainly because of the incredible weather suckage (rain rain rain rain rain punctuated by thunder and lightning and more rain, mostly). Oh well... Apparently they are going to have a winter version of it as well this year, so I don't have to wait a whole year for the next one.

    And the weekend was not entirely without South Asian influence, because I got Aidan veggie pakoras at Savera (the new Indian restaurant on St. Clair, which is awesome, BTW, and anyone in the area should definitely check it out) for a birthday treat.

  3. Was astonished and somewhat horrified on Friday to find that the post office where I have had my business PO box for the past 12 years is now gone, with no warning. minor venting )
That is all. Sleep now.
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
From the CNET Mac Download Dispatch this morning:
Publisher's description of Ethnic Clock Screensaver

Watch the eye-filling beauty of curious strapworks and smooth movement of everlasting time. Try and guess the concealed images on the patina-covered walls and the ethnic style clock face. Feel the ethnic energy flowing from the ancient timing mechanisms

Apparently an "ethnic clock" is a vaguely Victorian-looking clock with a faint Celtic knotwork pattern on it. I'm still trying to figure out WTF the "ethnic energy" this screensaver is apparently supposed to generate might be.

But I have to confess that I downloaded it anyway. Because it was pretty.

Don't think I am going to make it to the Drupal Users Group tonight, despite the topic being one I was very interested in. I got hit with a small bit of extra work that needed to be done right away just as I finished that last post, and from past experience I know that hitting the gym between 5 and 6 pm is a Very Bad Idea. The after-work crowd is just too big and getting through the weight machines in a timely manner next to impossible. And there won't be time to go afterwards, so it's one or the other.

Yes, this means I have just prioritized going to the gym to lift weights over learning cool tech stuff. I fail at geekdom. But on the bright side, I am starting to have really nifty-looking visible musculature in my arms. :-)
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If anyone has not yet discovered the greatness that is [livejournal.com profile] thrifthorror, this post is a truly stellar example of its offerings, particularly the commentary.

A few excerpts to whet your appetite:
"This is what happens when you scramble duck eggs that were nearly ready to hatch. Imagine standing over the stove, compulsively poking at your eggs with a spatula, when a little yellow head pops up from the congealing mass of rapidly denaturing proteins. Then another little head. Then another. You soon realize that you are living in a surrealist horror story that takes place in a universe where a) ducks can survive stupidly high temperatures, b) Fowl do not develop as other embryos do, but rather form at random in clotted eggs, and c) the average person not only keeps duck eggs around, but regularly eats five of them at a time."

"The twelve days of... STUPID CRAP. Actually, only ten days of stupid crap. Twelve and three are missing, probably purchased by people who only liked one of the days of Christmas. What the fuck is with the gifts in that song, anyway? What the hell do people want with so many lords-a-leaping? I mean, it's all fine and well until they start jumping around and breaking your shit. Do they sleep at all, or do they just keep leaping, leaping, LEAPING all night, thudding against the floor and the walls and that couch you haven't paid off yet while you're trying to sleep?"
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During the past month, I've started seeing something I can't recall ever seeing before here during a US election campaign: US election signs in front of houses here!

Seriously, in the 39 years since my family moved here from the US, I can't recall ever having seen that before. But there are at least 3 or 4 houses just in my neighbourhood alone with Obama signs in front of them, and I spotted another in my dad's neighbourhood yesterday.

I don't even know how people here would get those signs - whether they actually picked them up while travelling in the US, or got them by mail order, or what. I mean, normally you get election lawn signs here by saying yes to a door-to-door canvasser, or if a canvasser from your party doesn't happen to come by, by calling their riding office and asking for one. I can just picture someone here calling up their nearest US riding office:

"Hi, I'd like a sign for my lawn, please."

"Sure, where do you live?"

"Er... Canada."


Anyway, US Democrats, take heart - you apparently have unprecedented international support this time around.

* * *

Now, for the question: like a lot of American expatriates in these parts, I went to https://www.overseasvotefoundation.org/ and registered to cast an absentee ballot or whatever it's called. Yes, I'm a naturalized Canadian citizen, but from what I've heard, the default these days if you're originally American and then get Canadian citizenship is that you're considered a dual citizen, unless you actually go to the US consulate and renounce your US citizenship (which at least one person in my family has done, and I considered, but didn't actually do).

At no point in filling out the forms to get my ballot did it ask if I was a citizen of any country other than the US, but when my ballot arrived, it has a little declaration that has to be signed, on the outside of the envelope the ballot goes back in, which says in part:
I do declare that I am a qualified special federal voter of said district; that I am not qualified and am not able to qualify to vote elsewhere than as set forth on the reverse side of this envelope... [emphasis added - it wasn't bold in the original]
Well, fuck.

Then again, maybe they just mean not qualified to vote elsewhere in the US? It's really not very clear. I should probably call up someone official and ask for clarification, but I'm not sure who to call. I did submit a help ticket to the OVF, but in the meantime was wondering if anyone else out there had any ideas on this.

In addition to wondering if I'm technically qualified to vote or not, I'm also wondering if they really have any way of checking - i.e. if I just signed the declaration and sent it in, do they have any way of finding out I'm also a Canadian citizen?

I mean, you would think if it was that important, they would have asked it somewhere in the forms you have to fill out to vote from outside the country...
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Lifted from [livejournal.com profile] pagandelight:

A while back, I linked to Emilie Autumn's electric violin cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. This is if anything more warped than that, but differently. It's kind of a swing/loung version of... Well, you'll see when you play it.

Lyrics definitely NSFW.

As I commented to the original post, the frightening thing is how well the song actually works in that format. Er -- for a given value of well, anyway. :-)
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Apparently some clever people have figured out how to use ActionScript, Flash's scripting language, to do nasty virus-like things - that work across all computer platforms that are capable of viewing Flash animations in a web browser. So basically, you're at risk for this regardless of whether you're on Windows, Mac or Linux.

The malicious scripts are being embedded in ads - including some on popular mainstream sites. So Flash ads have become hazardous to your computer's health...

If you use Firefox as your browser, you may want to download the FlashBlock plug-in - I just did.

If you use IE, there's one called Toggle Flash.

Both of the above allow you to selective enable Flash content for things you trust and do want to see, so you're not completely losing out on the ability to watch videos and animations and what not.

Don't know of a solution for Safari, sorry.

More information available here: http://blogs.zdnet.com/security/?p=1733

(found via [livejournal.com profile] bipolypagangeek)


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