May 25: Good Day, eh?

Howdy all. How are things? I am just relaxing here on a lazy, overcast Sunday. It's Memorial Day weekend, which means it's pretty much the official unofficial summer kick off. The weather doesn't really inspire any epic adventures, however. Tomorrow is supposed to be nicer, so that could be fun.

My favourite thing of the week has been the new Weezer music video, Pork and Beans. It is awesome. It features cameos from a surprising number of Internet memes, and they managed to get some of the better known people (Gary Brolsma from Numa Numa, and Tay Zondy of Chocolate Rain fame) in the video. It's great. You can see Charlie the unicorn frolicking in the background at one point.


Ye gods, I love the Internet culture. It's so hilariously random. I sometimes wonder what people will think in the future when they look back on this time period. The fact that a chubby guy dancing to Numa Numa could become an Internet sensation and stay resident in the minds of nerds four years later is pretty impressive (for certain strange definitions of impressive).

Anyway, I've got to go do my laundry, so I'm off to quest for some quarters. Bah.

May 15: Good lord it's hot out

May 12: Voodoo was in the name

Oddly, shinyplasticbag would appear to have eaten my most recent blog entry. I wrote it this afternoon at work, and apparently, it never made it as far as actually getting saved. That sucks.

We had a meeting at work today about the new medical benefits packaged we're switching to next month. Apparently, it's a vast improvement over the old one, but it's all crazy to me — the US health care system scares the crap out of me. The dental and vision stuff seems pretty much the same as back home, but the idea of selecting an emergency room based on cost is just horrifying. I hope I never get sick. You know, more so than usual.

The benefits package is a bit too inclusive, though. They explicitly don't pay for Scientology extortion “treatment”, but they do cover “Christian Science Practitioners”, ie, morons who pretend that praying for you to feel better might actually accomplish something. It's 2008, people. Man, alive. Casey wondered aloud if they might also pay for voodoo, or crystal therapy. Why stop with just one brand of magic? That's downright prejudiced.

Interestingly, a lack of overlap between this plan and the previous one means that I should probably get a new pair of glasses before the new plan kicks in — both will pay for a new pair every 24 months or so. My current glasses aren't that old, but I think the prescription could use a little update. My eyes are fail.

Anyway, I've got to go finish up what I'm working on. I left work early so I could get a lift home from Joël, but I wasn't quite done what I was working on. Ah, Internet at home, how I love you. And I love my computer nook, which will no doubt be the subject of a future blog entry.