Blessed by the Potato

My old cell phone had a small crack in the antenna, and its already mediocre reception became downright shitty. At the same time, my parents decided to upgrade their phones from that same Samsung to the new Motorola Razr V3C (they upgrade their phones every 2 years or so). Since I’m on a family plan with them, they got me one too. It’s a very expensive phone, and Bell offers $125 or $175 (IIRC) off for committing to a 2 or 3 year contract (respectively). I was all for signing up for 2 years again; we haven’t changed cell phone plans in over 6 years, when we left Rogers and the permanently-mounted carphone and got modern portable cells. Moreover, since we’re on a family plan, we pay practically nothing for each phone (I think it’s less than $20 per extension, though that’s because we only have like 200 minutes to share — not that we even use that much), so the savings would be significant. Nonetheless, my mom was afraid of locking in to that long a time and bought the phones outright (yikes!).

I’ve had it for a week now, and here are my thoughts:

The Hardware

The look is fairly distinctive, and you’d have to be living in a cave not to have seen a Razr ad somewhere. I like it. First off, the very fact that it’s a flip-phone is going to drastically reduce the number of calls I accidentally make from my pocket. The screen is quite nice, a colour LCD with something like 200×100 pixels (about 1″ wide by 2″ tall). There’s also a small screen on the back (about 1 cm square) that displays the time, date, signal strength, battery power, and a thumbnail version of your wallpaper when the phone is closed.

The keypad is a little different, being a single piece of metal rather than discrete buttons. I find it makes finding the keys without looking a little harder, though it does help make the phone thinner. There are three buttons on the side, up by the screen. First is the fairly standard volume up/down rocker on the left. Just above that is the speakerphone button. The speakerphone function is pretty neat, and seems to pick up my voice from 3′ away clear enough for the person on the other end to know what I was saying, though they could definitely tell I wasn’t speaking normally into the phone. Then, on the right side, is the voice activation button. This is in a really bad spot, since it’s directly opposite the volume key, and I invariably hit it with my thumb when trying to squeeze/stabilize the phone to adjust the volume. The function itself is pretty cool, though. You press it, and then you can give voice commands to the phone, including having it look up and call someone from your phone book, check the battery status, check the signal, or dial a number you dictate. There’s no need to train the phone or record your friends’ names in advance, it seems to do a good job of doing a speech-to-text conversion. However, while it will recognize just about any name in your phone book, it only has access to a limited number of phone functions. In particular, the one other thing I would want the voice command feature to open up doesn’t work: recording a voice memo. More on that later.

There’s no external antenna, so I should be ok for a while without snapping it off. The signal is quite good, even in my parents house (which is some strange signal black hole, second only to the cottage on PEI, where our phones invariably try to connect to the towers across the Northumberland Straight in New Brunswick or Nova Scotia, rather than the one 4 km away, but that sits oddly enough behind a large hill, rather than on top of it). For the first time ever, Wayfare has asked me to speak softer, so the microphone has very good pickup (helped, of course, by the fact that flip phones inherently get better voice quality by being longer and closer to your mouth when open). The battery life is also pretty good, running for 4 days on standby, along with a day spent inputting my contacts and playing with the settings, etc.

It’s also a camera phone, with a ~1 megapixel camera on it. The camera isn’t too bad for a low-res camera, but I haven’t found a way to view the pictures on anything other than the phone’s screen (which is decidedly nowhere close to a megapixel resolution). It has a 4x digital zoom, but no other way to focus and no flash, which isn’t surprising for a phone. While it might help for those rare moments when you want to take a picture but only have your phone with you, I find it’s not really worth it for camera phones to exist at all. Just by the very possibility that you might use your phone to take a picture, you’re no longer allowed to use your phone in the locker room (though that was a faux pas to begin with), or on tours of our lab, etc. Not worth it, in my opinion (plus that’s got to be a fairly large contribution to the price tag).

The charging port is mini-USB, which should make cross-compatability with other chargers possible in the future (e.g.: the Blackberry also charges via a mini-USB port). More on this below…

The Software

All this neat hardware stuff is nearly killed by the software.

For starters, there are 6 options at the phone’s “home screen”, and you access each one through either one of the 4 directions on the direction keypad, or the two “soft keys” just above that by the screen. My first instinct would be to use the direction pad to move some sort of selection box amongst the options (or to perhaps scroll through more) and then select with one of the softkeys, send, or the center button of the direction pad. Instead, hitting a direction key instantly opens the function on that side. There’s no clear way to open up a more detailed menu (turns out you just hit the centre part of the direction pad), and while that information is in the manual, it wasn’t really explained well enough or emphasized early enough — something I think should have been done since no one in my family found it intuitive (though it might save time when you get used to it and get it tweaked right). The 6 default options are not ideal, at least to us: you have your mobile browser, games/apps, contacts, recent calls, picture viewer, and messenging centre (for voicemail and text messages). It took a few days, but I realized that you can change what those 6 options are through the preferences menu, buried 3 levels deep after you hit the centre button to get the general menu (there is no “menu” button, unlike my Samsung phone).

So, the first thing I did was replace mobile browser, recent calls, and games (it doesn’t come with any games, you have to buy them!) with calculator, voice record, and datebook. The fact that it comes with a calculator is going to be really handy, and not something I’ve seen in a cell phone before. The datebook will also be quite useful to me. But the thing that had me saying “holy shit!” out loud is the voice record option. About 2 years ago, when some of the first MP3 phones were first coming on the market, I actually wrote a letter to Samsung and Motorola, begging them to use the hardware that was already in place to let people use their phones to record audio such as brief reminders or even meetings/lectures. Turns out they listened (or already had this on the development track), and there is a voice memo record function on the Razr. I don’t know if this has quietly become standard or what, but I was really surprised it wasn’t mentioned in the phone’s list of features on the box. It’s such a useful thing to record notes to yourself with — I used to burn airtime on my old phone calling myself to leave messages on my answering machine. No more of that now! Of course, the odd thing about the voice record is that you can’t get to it via the voice activation commands when you hit that side button. You would think this would be one of the best things to have that function access (much more important than say “send picture to”).

Now, let’s do some quick logical thinking. Charging port: mini-USB. Advertised on box and in manual: a way to sync your contacts list with your computer. Present on phone: camera with 48 MB of memory. Conclusion: this phone has some way to connect to your computer via USB for syncing your phone book and transferring photos, and potentially for use as a small USB drive to carry with you.

At least, that’s the conclusion I came to. Turns out I was completely wrong: the USB port is for charging only, unless you buy a special USB cable and software package from Motorola for $50 US. The syncing and transferring functions were only intended to be done over Bluetooth. However, seeing as how neither my desktop nor laptop have bluetooth, this sucks for me (and even then, looking online it appears as though you still need to buy the software package). I call this some of the biggest stinking pile of bullshit surrounding this phone. Now, it is handy that you can charge it from your computer’s USB port, since you might be able to bum a charge from just about anywhere without having to take your adapter with you. However, this function appears pretty buggy: windows keeps bugging me for a driver when I plug the phone in, and it only seems to charge for a few seconds before disconnecting itself. I have found drivers online that will satisfy Windows and let the phone charge, but it still doesn’t seem to charge up beyond halfway.

As I quickly mentioned above, the phone has no games pre-installed. You have to buy them from Bell, paying not only about $5 per game, but also wireless browsing access fees to download them. Not such a huge deal if you have a plan that includes data, but we don’t. I don’t know what went wrong with cell phone companies and games. The first phone I remember having games was Dan’s old Nokia, which had 4 or 5 actually fun games preinstalled (snake for sure, and I think it had asteroids too). My old phone came with 3 games on it, and they were all slightly different versions of the same “automatically scroll sideways and dodge crap” game. One was a “run for cash” game where you had to run down the road, grab cash, and dodge cars. Another was the exact same thing, except on a motorcycle where you grabbed gas and had to avoid rocks, too (they move slower than cars). The last one was in a plane, and you had to not only avoid whatever random crap was in the air, but also had to worry about the ground contours taking away your “lanes”. The big problem with that phone though was that no matter what the volume was set at for calls, the games played at max volume, no matter what. So you could never play them on the subway or in a waiting room, making them useless (like I’m going to play my cell phone when I’m at home and can tolerate the noise?). But now, to have to pay just to get some of these crappy games loaded on to a $300 cell phone is nuts.

A Crippled Phone

So, to sum up, the Razr V3C has some pretty decent hardware on it, which is completely crippled.

However, there is hope. The games that you could buy from Bell for the phone are simple Java games: the phone has a Java engine, and should play a variety of compatible games, if you can just get them on there. As I said, I found drivers for it online that get rid of the prompts Windows throws up for the new hardware wizard. In addition to those were some instructions and tools for flashing the firmware to restore functionality to the USB port. However, the problem is that most of these tools are for the V3 (note the lack of “C”), which is the more popular version. It’s the black one (mine’s grey), and runs on a different type of cell network and has a number of other differences, which makes the hacks for it not work with the V3C. Furthermore, different carriers sell different versions of the V3C. For example, Bell and Verizon sell very crippled ones: you can’t even do file transfers with bluetooth, let alone USB. Reportedly, the ones sold by Telus aren’t quite so crippled. This is of course complicated by the fact that the information you need to get this stuff working again is scattered all over the internet. Nobody wants to host the files needed, so they tell you to “check Google or Kazaa”, which is not terribly helpful.

So, with all of this misinformation and conflicting reports and different models, it’s hard to figure out just how to hack your Razr. It took me hours and hours to do, most of which was spent in trial-and-error with some of the programs, and even more spent reading all kinds of forums. Here’s what I figured out:

1. Bell has removed the “Java App Loader” from the phone entirely, so even hacking the configuration files won’t help you turn it back on. While it looks like a straightforward way to load games onto your computer, any guide suggesting you edit a “seem” file to enable it and then use a program such as Midway to get your games on your phone just won’t work. If you’re with Telus, it might…

2. The one use for editing seem files that did work for me was adding the menu option to turn the “camera shutter” noise off entirely, instead of just choosing how I’d like to be annoyed. For reference: seem file 2742 page 0001, offset 005e, enable bit 6.

3. You’re going to need at least 4 seperate pieces of sub-legal software to do anything with this phone. The first is the driver set, which is still kind of buggy. The second is the Product Service Tool from Motorola. I first got this as another way of trying to enable the Java App Loader (apparently, you can send your phone to Motorola to have them enable it for you at significant cost… all they do is load the phone into this program and upload a profile). Since it’s a Bell phone, this program actually did nothing for me, however, it appears to stabilize the USB connection for the other programs you have running. The third program is one called P2KCommander (often bundled with P2kSeem). This is a very basic data transfer program to move data between your phone and computer. It’s how the games and other things go on (I haven’t tried custom ringtones yet, but I might), and how the pictures come off. Lastly, you’ll need the “710 Game Editor” program to create the configuration files the phone needs to run the Java games.

It’s really annoying, but even with the PST program running, the phone’s connection to the computer craps out after about a minute, making any transfers painful at best. Some important notes about P2K: I saw it mentioned elsewhere that you have to set the file retrieval limit to “unlimited” for it to work with the Razr. More importantly, and not something I noticed anywhere, is that the default “slow/safe” data transfer rate doesn’t work at all. The connection seems to crap out before it even finishes handshaking. Use “normal” and you should be able to work with it, though it is sill annoying. Every time the connection dies, you’ll need to reset the phone. Also, it seems to work much better if you plug in the USB cable with the phone initially off — plugging it in will turn the phone on, but it won’t connect to the network.

So, what have I gained from my hours of tinkering? First, and most importantly, I got Tetris, which was $6 from Bell (plus approx. $3 to download it). I’ve managed to take pictures with it and get them off the phone without paying Bell for the data transfer over their network (and, if you don’t have data transfer as part of your package, it’s billed at 5 cents/kB, so each picture would run at about $11). And, I have the theoretical ability to take any MP3 file I have, convert it to mono sound (reports say that stereo-encoded MP3s crash the phone), and use it as a ringtone (I haven’t tried this yet… I don’t usually care what noise my phone makes as long as I know to answer it and it doesn’t send shards of glass down my nerves).

In conclusion: 5 cents per kB, holy shit. What are they smoking? Hopefully, providers and cell phone manufacturers will stop selling crippled phones and let us actually use them (especially when they cost so much, even if you do commit to 3 years).

My digital camera is dead, I think.

It’s kind of weird, it started shutting down with low battery errors on its Nickel Metal Hydride batteries even when fully charged after just one photo for a little bit now, so I figured that it was just the batteries developing a bad memory. But I tried a few different sets of brand new alkalines today, and they didn’t work either. So I’m thinking something is wrong with it, either with the battery sensor, or perhaps a short somewhere that’s draining the batteries badly, or maybe even some increased resistance somewhere that doesn’t tolerate a low charge in the batteries, not even a little.

So, looks like it’s probably time to start shopping for a new one. It was getting old anyway: it’s about 6 years old, which is downright ancient for a digital camera. It has the annoying shutter lag (a full second!), so I’m looking forward to one that might respond a bit (lot) faster.

As always, I’m open to suggestions while I shop.

As Canadians, we’ve long since switched to the metric system used around the world, and featuring the very simple ratios of 10 between units (at least, easy for those of us in the decimals and calculators era… some of those /12 fractions work out well for people that aren’t used to writing numbers down, which explains why the Imperial system used them so widely in the first place).

It’s been a common observation that we tend to use metric when we measure things: a 50 gram chocolate bar, 355 millilitre Coke, 600 metres to the corner store, in 6 millimetres of rain since the atmospheric pressure dropped to 96 kiloPascals, so I suppose I’ll grab the car that’ll eat up a litre of gas to drive there at 50 km/h. But we can also switch back, especially for feet, inches, and pounds. In fact, we tend to measure ourselves in Imperial (as anyone who’s seen Corner Gas knows), and also tend to use teaspoons, tablespoons, cups, and pounds in cooking (but not, oddly enough, ounces, as much as recipes printed in the States try to force us). We also use Imperial for a number of “special” sizes, where the metric equivalent is sloppy or just doesn’t sound good — a foot-long sub, say — and that’s not counting the various expressions involving Imperial units (”mile high” “ten-gallon hat”).

Some Imperial units are harder for us than others. For instance, while most people know about how big a foot or a yard is, they seem to have a little more trouble with the mile, and a lot more with ounces (not to mention stones, fathoms, or leagues). Like the Subway coupons I got in the mail recently: buy any foot-long sub and a 21 oz. drink, and get another foot-long sub for $1.49. I have no idea how big 21 oz. are. It sounds about right, hopefully not too much and not too little to drink. My guess is about 500 mL, but I really have no idea. Most other people I know seem to have particular difficulty with fluid ounces, so I’m not sure why it’s one of the few units that many American-based chains use without also stating the metric equivalent.

Anyway, other people have gone into more detail on the weird intricacies of our rather unique abilities to flip-flop between measurement systems, and the peculiarities of where it doesn’t work quite right. I want to point out something that was just pointed out to me: the peculiar way we pronounce some of the metric units, sometimes using a different pronunciation for scientific, engineering, or other exacting and specific purposes, and another varied pronunciation for everyday colloquial use. Bear with my terrible, terrible phonetic guide here:

gram - gram.
kilogram - Kil-o-gram or kee-lo-gram

meter - mee-ter
centimeter - cent-i-mee-ter or cent-eh-mee-ter
kilometer - kill-om-eh-ter for colloquial use, and kil-o-mee-ter for exacting uses.

It’s fairly strange that way, how we tend to sort of slurr it together for every day use, but if your science teacher asks you what the diameter of the Earth is, you find yourself carefully pronouncing it so that the meter part sounds the same as it would on its own or as part of centimeter.

Also, a good quote I found on a message board and can’t think of where else to put it, so here it is (I’ll attribute it to “Rick Pali”):

He was describing his new job, which required skilled labour, but is actually very easy most of the time… “Much of my hourly wage is paid to me for knowing what to do when things go wrong.”

Toronto Transit Commission Map with Anagramed Station Names. Thanks to Boing Boing for the pointer, and especially to RobotJohnny for making the thing in the first place. For comparison, here’s the original TTC map.

While a post title like that should rightly be conserved for a nice, long discussion/tutorial on significant figures in science, I will instead put up a very short “how about that” post.

Have you ever noticed particular sequences of numbers perhaps more frequently than coincidence might call for? For example, “Yoshibai” has told me on more than one occasion how freaky it is that he always catches himself checking the time at 11:11. I do the same thing, except for me, it’s 12:34 and 4:16 (the first one should be obvious why it sticks out in my mind; the second is a number and its square, though I don’t seem to have the same propensity for 5:25, 6:36, or 7:49). There are many days when I’ll catch two 12:34’s, and a few where I’ll get two 4:16 watch checks as well.

It’s possible that there is no cosmic co-inky-dink, and that we really do check our watches more-or-less randomly, and it’s only the pre-existing significance of those numbers that make us notice the times when we do catch them.

I get into this because, of course, I started watching the TV show Lost, and some of the characters have a fascination with a particular string of numbers. It’s actually a very good show. I really liked the way the engine was sputtering after the crash in the pilot. The “monster” also has some cool sound effects (hey, spoilers from the trailer are fair game).

Anyway, here’s a link to apophenia.

It’s amazing the degree to which humans know what it is they want, what it is they need to do to, if only in abstract ways, and the phenomenal way in which they manage to fuck it all up.

The most obvious, everyday example of this is of course losing weight. We live in a society where food is readily abundant, and our bodies have not had the evolutionary time needed to unlearn previously valuable traits such as hoarding and cravings. When there’s a chance you could freeze or starve through the winter, then putting on a few dozen pounds through the summer makes a lot of sense. However, when there’s no chance of running out of food, and in fact, when the fatty, salty foods are the “convenient” ones, you quickly find yourself putting on and keeping an unhealthy amount of excess weight.

So, to correct this, you simply eat less and exercise more. That’s it; it couldn’t be more simple.

Yet millions of people (myself included) have trouble with those intermediate steps, despite strong desires to lose weight for reasons of health and beauty.

It may seem simple, but somehow simple is hard. Sure, minor disagreements abound. While it’s generally agreed upon that more fresh vegetables and fruits will help considerably, there are differing viewpoints on how many grains you should eat versus how much fat and protein (i.e.: dairy and meaty things).

And how do you go about eating less and exercising more? Do you just trust your body to tell you, and simply not eat so much that you feel hungry all the time? Well, that might work, but things get a lot harder if you feel awful during the process. Along those lines, you could eat a small number of things, like grapefruit and brown rice, until you were full to the brim. Then, after weeks of nothing but grapefruit and brown rice, you’d get sick of them and not want to eat as much. Perhaps instead you could weigh everything you eat, figure out the calorie content, and try to stay below some rough guestimate of your metabolic rate. Equivalently, you can use a points system, which simply approximates the calorie counting and makes it so you can much more easily do the math in your head. You can let someone else do the counting for you, and stick to strict pre-planned diets (which also works well if you don’t like to cook, since there are so many well-proportioned low-fat heat & serve meals on the market now).

Unlike “eat less, exercise more”, there is no universal solution for how to implement those universal goals. Some people really don’t mind their stomach growling for a few weeks while it gets used to not being filled so fully or frequently, and simply starve themselves a bit until they get their appetites under control. That method probably works best for them, especially if they don’t like math. Of course, the detailed calculation method can work for people who hate math, for wholey other reasons: chocolate leads to a diet log entry; the diet log leads to the spreadsheet; the spreadsheet leads to calculus; calculus leads to… suffering. Others find that fully calculating out what’s in their food and weighing everything gives them a much better appreciation for what they put in their bodies, and that after a few weeks of doing it they learn how to eyeball healthy portion sizes. Oddly enough, this skill is longer in coming for those who use the similar points system. My guess about that is that since you don’t spend as much time calculating each dish, you don’t truly appreciate the numbers in there. “Let’s see, we had a 2 for breakfast, then a 3 for elevensies, a light lunch, that was barely 1 point, and a 17 for dinner. Oh drat, over budget by 2 points again. Oh well, I’ll try harder tomorrow.”

These are just mechanisms for tracking your eating, to make sure that you eat less. They’re still only approaching the periphery of the hard part. That involves finding the willpower and discipline to carry through your very simple goals day to day, hour by hour, minute by minute. How do you put aside the fact that your body is sending a very clear message: CHOCOLATE. NOW. Or sometimes the even clearer (if less specific) monosyllabic message: “eat.” It’s one thing to know consciously that it’s wrong, that the long term plans call for no chocolate until the weekend, when we’re allowed a two chocolate bar ration. It is quite another to have to sit there and go the whole day without chocolate, not even a nibble, or a sniff, or even a furtive glance at the glossy full page spread of that Hersey bar you saw in that magazine your girlfriend tried to hide from you (you know, the one with the recipes).

This matter of dealing with all the daily tests of will, fighting the urges to give into short-term desires at the cost of long-term goals is the struggle of our times. And not just for the millions trying to lose weight, but for those who want a slick ride at the cost of limited fossil fuels for the centuries to come. Those corporate empires that cut too deeply to meet the next quarter’s “whisper number”, only to go totally bankrupt 5 years down the road when all their skilled employees have moved on from all the abuse and lack of job security, their customers have moved on, having lost all sense of loyalty, and their shareholders had never been the same people for more than a few weeks at a time all along.

I hope you didn’t come here for the answer, or tips for solving those sorts of problems. I obviously don’t have them… yet. If I did, I could probably make some modest amount of money selling the book describing how to conquer your harmful desires and lose weight. After all, there’s a whole section of the book store devoted to those types of books (and in many book stores, those sections rival the Sci-Fi/Fantasy areas).

The same basic principle is at work for other things, too. For example, I know that to write a great (ok, a barely passable) novel, or say a screenplay for Netbug, all I really have to do is sit down and write some reasonable number of words every night that can be strung together into a longer, cohesive story. I’ve shown with this blog, my emails, forum postings, (though perhaps not my thesis), etc., that 500 words in a night is no great feat to me. Yet somehow I just can’t put them together into longer cohesive stories (though I don’t usually lack for halfway decent ideas). Of course, this website also demonstrates that I do have great difficulty with that whole cohesiveness of thought, purity of purpose, and flowing of… flow… continuity… thing… that you need to make longer stories work.

Yeah.

This problem we have, that I fight with so much, of knowing what to do but not quite seeing how to do it, how to summon the strength and courage to do what needs to be done, this problem is so central to many other ills of everyday life. For example, it was approximately 3 am when I started this post, and now, as I reach the tail-end, it’s 4:15 am. I was at work late, not getting out of my MRI training until about 12:30 am. I came home, had some dinner, watched the prison break sequence on Star Wars: A New Hope to clear my mind, then sat down at my computer to check some websites and write some emails. Around 2 am, I felt I had done enough, and should probably go to bed.

Yet here I am, hours later and still not in bed. I am usually afraid of going to bed with good rant ideas, since more often than not, they’ve faded come morning. But still, a brief outline to keep the thoughts in line, and then a nice long snooze would have done a world of good for me. The kicker is, I’m tired. I want to go to bed, so I have no idea why it is that I’m still here, typing. I also know that if tonight is like last night, or the night before, then I’ll get to bed, set my alarm for the morning, and realize that while I brushed my teeth, I forgot to floss again. But I won’t get up to do it, even though I haven’t even shut the light off, and even though I know that covers are easily pulled back up a few minutes later.

Is this self-destructive? Pathological? Perfectly normal? I don’t really know.

These are the sorts of problems I’m going to think about for the next few days, and see if I can’t write a more helpful essay… or a best-selling book!

Why is it so hard to get a curling team together? I know it’s a challenging sport, involving strength, agility, balance, strategy, yelling, housework, and a creative way of keeping score. It’s also fairly expensive (only slightly cheaper than hockey, after you figure in the equipment). We’re pretty lucky at Western, since we can put a team on the ice for only $300 (plus a $90 “performance bond” to dissuade us from defaulting, which it looks like I’m going to lose this year), whereas at a private club it would run more like $300 each.

Yet even after I managed to get a team of 6 together, proven on the ice that they can handle the sport, and got them to agree to the cost (not that they’ve paid me yet), I can’t even get 3 people (just 2 others out of 5) to come to the games so we don’t forfeit.

Part of the problem, I think, is that I actually listened to people when they professed a genuine preference for the 5-7 timeslot instead of the late 9-11 pm one. Next year, I’m definitely going to sign up for the late league without consulting them: while they claim it’s rough since they all have to get up early in the morning and need their beauty sleep, or can’t stay up that late without falling down, and it’s also hard since the rink is on campus and many of them can just come straight from class/labs at 5, whereas at 9 they’d have gone home and then have to go back… the fact of the matter is that at 5, it’s too easy to let something else sneak into that timeslot and eat up curling time. “4 pm meeting? Sure, sounds good sir… oh crap, even if it’s only an hour long, I’ll still be late for curling! Sorry Tater, guess I’ll have to sit this match out.” “Oh, my class that usually ends at 4:30 leaving me with perfect timing to get to curling got out early, so I went home and now I don’t feel like coming back in. See you next week, I guess.”

It’s a shame, too, because curling is the only sport I’m actually half decent at… wait, does StarCraft count as a sport? What about in Korea?

It used to be that you would have a fairly long time to pay your bills after you got them, since companies had to give plenty of time for the snailmail system to do its thing, for cheques to clear, etc. It seems now that internet banking/bill paying and the more reliable Canada Post has taken away some of that leniency. It used to be that most bills would give me 30 days from their print date to pay them; London Hydro used to give me 60 days to pay. In another day and age, I might have waited until the last minute to pay so as to accrue interest on my money in the interim, but there’s pretty much no way to make more than a cent or two these days, so it’s just not worth the risk of procrastinating and forgetting. But on my latest London Hydro bill, the settlement date is only 15 days from the date they printed it (giving me 13 after it arrived). Still plenty of time to pay it off, but now it almost feels like they don’t trust me anymore… Odder yet is TD Waterhouse; after my last trade with them, I got the slip that noted the date settlement must be made by: the date the slip arrived in the mail, 3 days after printing. Yikes!

Different times, indeed.

Speaking of omens of the end times, it looks like Bell is finally upgrading the lines in my parents’ neighbourhood, so they may finally have an alternative to Rogers for internet access. I don’t know what’s taken them so long. We first ordered it in 1998, and at the time they said it was available, then after 2 weeks of nothing, they finally got back to us and told us it wouldn’t work, but within a year an upgrade would be done and then we could get it. So I’m a little skeptical about whether they’ll actually do it this time.

It’s weird, because my parents are fairly centrally located, and even have a large brown Bell switchbox on their front yard. I don’t know how far they are from the building that actually delivers the DSL connection, but it can’t be too far. The house was built in 1987, so it only slightly predates multiline/network wiring. I’m pretty sure that’s the cause of our problems: we got a second line for me and my modem way back in the day, and I’m positive it’s piggybacked on the same copper cable the main line is on (and often, there is a tiny bit of cross-over between the two). This, somehow, must degrade the signal enough that a DSL wouldn’t run properly (or that’s my theory anyway). Since I’ve moved out and my siblings use their cellphones for conversations they don’t want on the mainline, I’ve suggested my parents try to cancel the second line and then see if DSL will work. Unfortunately, they want to keep it for backup purposes (in case they want to make two landline calls at once) and as a fax line… So I’m not sure they’ll be able to get DSL even if the aforementioned neighbourhood upgrades are carried out by Bell.

I mention this because my Dad was complaining about Rogers again: it was really slow during the day on Monday, and he even got dropped a few times. I told him he won’t see any improvement unless he calls to complain during a problem period, but he wants me to do it, and of course it’s never that bad when I’m over (weekends & evenings). It’s not running anywhere near as fast as it should (usually less than 600 kbps), but it’s stable as a rock whenever I’m there, and the last time I complained about the speed being way below where it should be, they just told me they don’t guarantee speeds and then tried to sell me a new modem for the extreme service.

Anyway, I’ve got more to say (but not necessarily on these topics) but I have to run now for more mind-melting MRI training.

It’s strange to come home and not have any animals to greet.

Unfortunately, the degu died this weekend. It was a little sad, but hardly tragic: for a rodent, he was downright ancient. While he was pretty sick on his last day, and a little slow and wobbly the last few weeks, he didn’t suffer. And the whole way, he’s had Wayfare looking after him; and as a small fluffy animal, you won’t ever find yourself in better care. Of course, she was quite attached to him, and is very broken up about it. So I’ve loaned her the kitty to serve as a feline grief counsellor.

She’s good at that. She’ll start by sneaking up and kneading your shoulders a bit, then maybe lean in and tell you a secret to make you feel better. Of course, her whiskers tickle your ear, but that’s all part of the therapy.

So it’s strange not having her around. I keep checking my closet to see how she’s doing, and of course she’s not there. There’s a little home-made kitty bed in there consisting of a towel in an up-turned box lid that’s got enough shed hair to make up two or three other cats. Of course, she’s not there, nor waiting behind my chair to get her tail smooshed when I roll back. I suppose in a few days I’ll be used to it, and not know how I dealt with a cat underfoot all the time, and then I’ll have to get used to her all over again when I get her back next week.

We’ve almost always had a pet of some sort in my family, though we haven’t had much luck with them. We got a dog when I was fairly young (5?), but he was run over by a bus just a few years later (the one time the Willowdale bus did come). Then there were a few years without pets, followed by a few hamsters. Around that time, we also got a “hand-me-down” dog from a friend of my parents who was moving into an apartment that didn’t allow pets. He wasn’t used to kids, and took a while to settle down (he was a little nippy at first), but eventually we became best friends, and he slept on my bed every night. Unfortunately, he bit another young kid a year or so later, and my parents put him down. Then, aside from a pile of gerbils, I didn’t have any pets for a few years on end, and that seemed fairly normal. We always planned on getting another dog, but the deal was my dad had to quit smoking first… unfortunately, that didn’t happen until he got the big C wake-up call.

We got my cat near the end of high school, on vacation in PEI. She was a little older than you usually get a kitten (about 6 months), a purebreed Himalayan. The combination pet store/vets office where she was couldn’t sell her: probably not too surprising on an island where a barn full of free kittens is never more than a 10 minute walk away. One of the girls who worked there was going to adopt her if she couldn’t find a home in a few weeks. My mom and my sister were smitten instantly, and came back to the cottage to get my dad for permission to get her. My dad was in the middle of a conference call with clients in Toronto, and kicked everyone but me out for silence (I was just reading a book). My sister kept tapping on the window and bugging him and trying to tell him about how cute she was. Eventually, he took a pad of paper, and wrote in giant letters “FUCK OFF” and stuck it on the window. My mom, brother, and sister took that as permission and went to get the cat.

I, actually, wasn’t a fan of the idea. I was strictly a dog person, never really got along as well with cats. Plus, I still had hope that we could get my dad to quit smoking and get a pet “legit”, whereas getting one now would remove some of the motivation to quit. Oddly enough, the cat really took to me, I think largely because I left her alone (mostly) while she was getting adjusted to the new place. Apparently she didn’t take it very well: reports have her as being this very social, adventurous cat when she lived in the pet store, and she was allowed to roam it freely and greet customers (unlike the other cats who lived in the typical pet store cages). As soon as she moved in with us, she became this paranoid little ball of nerves that we know and love today. So anyway, I think she took to me partly because I gave her a chance to come see me on her own terms, and partly because I was the only one up late at night when she was active and adventurous.

Shortly after that, we got Courtney, our first bull dog. She was such a sweet, loving, hungry dog, who died far too young after a panic attack. Then, on Christmas eve just before I moved to London, my parents got Millie, our next bull dog. She’s a crazy hyper dog that doesn’t know when to quit. She made it a sport to chase my cat, whose nerves just couldn’t handle it, so I secreted her away to live with me in London around February that year. For a long while I took her back with me every weekend to visit, but she just didn’t like car rides (often peeing in her cage). Soon enough, my parents got another cat, a giant, loping ragdoll named Oscar. Oscar didn’t really like my cat, so the visits home for her got rare in a hurry. I can tell she misses me when I leave her alone for a weekend now, but I’m glad she manages to handle herself ok. One advantage to a having a cat over a dog :)

I know how much pet owners like to go on about their pets, since they’re so cute and all, but I really should cut the pet stuff out now…

Anyway, things have been busy at work on this end. Looks like we’re finally getting the ball rolling forward again in terms of finishing the blasted MSc… and I’ve also started training for a potential PhD project. It involves MRI, so that’s kind of good, as it gets me away from some of the absolute crap I’ve had to deal with in proteomics. However, it’s also going to be really tough, since that’s a part of my brain that hasn’t seen action in over two years. What’s an integral, and how do I derivitize again? In 3-D you say?

I don’t usually find Red Meat very funny, but this week’s was actually pretty good.

My computer is acting all weird and broken again — not opening folders and the like. The weird thing is that it’s spread to firefox: I can’t open webpages properly when my folders go down. What’s really strange is that the task manager (what you get when you hit ctrl-alt-del in WinXP) says that of my 1 GB of physical memory, only 504 MB is being used. I’m wondering if maybe the memory is allocated to one of my RAM sticks, and as soon as I try to open something that spills onto the other, I get weird errors? I’m going to look for a memory testing program to see if that might be my problem, but I really doubt it is. After all, isn’t it faster to put different things on seperate RAM chips to take advantage of the dual-channels? (Especially with a hyperthreading processor). While I’m still going to check that, I think I somewhere have some stupid windows system file that got corrupted somehow, or perhaps a registry key… and I’ll probably never find it.

Oh, and Acrobat Reader’s been a big pain lately. Most of the time it works fine, but every now and then it decides to close as soon as it opens with no error message at all. Once it starts that, it’s stuck doing that until a system restart.

Stupid technology.