Weblog and Playground of Gord FynesOVER THE WEEKEND I DUG UP the ol’ Handspring Visor Neo, which I hadn’t used for about four months or so.
Does anyone have any accolades for must-have applications (shareware, freeware or otherwise)? I’m currently running the Palm OS 3.5, though I could probably push it to OS 4.
Suggestions are most welcomed.
CONGRATULATIONS TO MY BROTHER, Cormac and his wife Peggy, on the birth of their son, Emmet. When I told the boy he had a new cousin he asked “Are they giving him to me?”
Also, Happy Birthday Nick!
An article in The Times on the sex-for-gigs side of the classical music world made this drummer blush a little.
Please, no drummer jokes – at least the next little while. Let me enjoy this moment.
NOW THAT THE PRE-SUMMER HEATWAVE has broken, I can actually think without the brain swelling. I mean, come on, 39˚C with the humidex!?
Since today’s a more comfortable 14˚C, I decided that biking to the gym would be the way to go. First stop: pay some outstanding parking tickets at the local bank branch on the way.
So, there I am at the counter, helmet and windbreaker on (why bother taking all the gear off for a two minute errand?), water bottle and gloves on the counter, ready to pay the fines.
The young lady at the counter was training a new fellow, perhaps a summer student, and the attempt to make small talk as her protégé was debiting my account was “Going biking?”
I behaved myself accordingly.
BESIDES THE BEATLES, BEACH BOYS AND THE STONES, one of my earlier memories from the mid-70s of favourite bands was KISS: rock ‘n’ roll sing-a-longs (ie. “Shout It Out Loud”), painted-face alter-egos, far-out costumes, fire-breathing and cool explosions. Although it’s kinda cool to have seen the band’s longevity through several line-up changes, the ever-present four-stringed-muthafucka probably should stay out of the educational system and go back to living the life of his flagrant cartoon character.
Christ almighty!
