Friday, August 11, 2006

Rolling Stones again

The Rolling Stones are coming to Halifax. I haven't bought a ticket. I'm not planning to go. There's a few reasons not to go.

I saw the Stones last year in Moncton. That was an awesome time. The best time I had in how many years, 5, 10, 20, ever? I was a bit concerned seeing them again this year would somewhat detract from those larger than life memories from last year. It wasn't just the concert itself, which was mind-blowing. It was the reconnecting with old friends too. But I could just view it as just a separate fun thing. It wouldn't have to live up to last year.

The reality is I just can't afford to go, which sucks. But I'm not too disappointed. I did get to experience the awesome life memory last year so I'll always have that. Paint it Black live was incredible.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Idiot play

A little while back I did something I shouldn't have. I experienced an unexpected disappointment, a setback. I reacted by being rude to the person who delivered the bad news.

So for a moment I became an idiot. That's what idiots do. They lash out and unload when things don't go their way. I will say that the issue I was upset about is totally unfair and unjust to me. Yes I should be angry, resentful and frustrated about that situation. But that doesn't justify how I acted. That's what idiots do. They make excuses after the fact for their actions. They insist they were "reacting", or "provoked" or "stressed about other things". So I don't have a valid excuse for what I did because there is no valid excuse.

I don't claim to be a "nice" person. I don't have to be or want to be. I don't want to go the other way and be an idiot. If you act like an idiot then you are an idiot.

What I need to do is to address and fix the problems that I lashed out about.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Summer in Nova Scotia

It was nice out today. A sunny summer day. I tried to take it in and enjoy it on the drive home from work. Summer in Nova Scotia. That's pretty nice. It's good to be in Nova Scotia in the summertime. I'm glad to be here. I'd rather be here than somewhere else.

In the evening we played road hockey on the street with my sons and my older son's friend Dustin. We played for a while. The flies were bad but we had a nice time.

Monday, June 05, 2006

First communion

A little while back my older son did his first communion. It went well. There were around 16 children going through. We had good sunny weather that day. All the children looked nice. We had a nice time afterward back at my house with lots of relatives coming over.

Now I'm not Catholic, but my wife is and my two sons are. I am a Godfather twice now though, which is still a bit strange to me.


Now I can't talk about communion without telling my favorite church story. Back when I was in high school me and some friends were big football fans. We still are big football fans of course. Anyway I liked the Jets and my friend Danny has a huge Steelers fan.

Now Danny was Catholic and he went to the Catholic church which was across the street from my house. That church didn't start Sunday service until a bit later. Usually it was a bit past 1 PM when they finished up. That was fine because it was around a 10 minute walk from the Church to Danny's place, and in Halifax the Sunday game doesn't start until 2 PM. So there was plenty of time to go to church and be home in time for the NFL kickoff.

On one particular Sunday we were getting the Steelers on NBC for the 2 PM Sunday game. Unfortunately the catholic service was running long that day, well past 1 PM. Danny didn't want to miss any of the Steelers game. So at communion he went to the front and got his food and drink. However when he went to the back of the hall to return to his seat, he instead just ducked out the door and left.

As you can imagine, Danny said his mother was quite angry with him for skipping out of church early. Danny said about it "the Steelers were on". Me and the other football fans totally understood why Danny did what he did. The priest should have been more careful anyway to wrap it up in time for kickoff, it was the Steelers.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Skateboarding night

I took my sons to skateboarding night at the local rink. It is a pretty cool thing they have. They have a bunch of ramps and such set up in the multi purpose room for the skateboarders. The attendees range from ages 8 to around 17. Sometimes someone older or younger will be there. Some of the skateboarders are quite good. My older son has gone a few times this winter. He has improved a lot. My younger son has gone twice. He likes it.

The last time we went, it was my sons and my older sons friend. They were all on skateboards.

My older son on his skateboard. That one came out a bit blurry. The camera phone isn't very good.


The three of them.


Friend Laughlin.


My younger son with his skateboard.


The bottom of a skateboard.


Thomas with his skateboard.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Camera phone

I've had a cell phone for a few months now. It's a Samsung from my provider Aliant mobility. The phone has been pretty handy at times. It also fits in my pocket fine though I should get a belt clip.

The phone also has a built in digital camera. I haven't tried to use the camera much. I found the setup kind of intimidating. Anyway I read the instructions and I felt a bit more comfortable with it. Then a nice opportunity came up and I took a picture. It turned out OK I'd say.

Getting a picture from the phone to the Internet was not an easy task. The user interface is confusing and not intuitive. After much clicking and some false starts I was able to e-mail it to myself. It also appeared on my Aliant photo album site. I think that was related to the e-mailing.

From the e-mail and much more clicking I was able to save it to my hard drive and edit it with Paint Shop Pro to rotate it 90 degrees. Here is the picture I took.

























The children in front are my sons. The pilot of the boat is their Grandfather Otis Dunn, a good man. The picture was taken on Scott's Lake where the Dunns have their home.