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No sooner does isonews.com go down, stolemy.com comes back up. Which basically is isonews.com.

....brilliant. posted by losir at 3:53 PM

As madboy said to me last week during lunch, "There's a difference between being cheap, and being frugal."

As I think of that, I am being reminded of my behaviour with toothpaste, especially when the tube is about to finish up. My grandfather has an almost magical knack to be able to squeeze every ounce of toothpaste out of a tube, and then will cut it open with a pair of scissor to scrape out every last dab.

You may read this and think: "What a cheapo."

Heck, even I thought that when I was younger, but then I realized something. He came from a very different time, a time when he had to work three jobs to support a family of 11 during the second world war. He knows the value of money. He understand the importance of being frugal. He's gone through real tough times.

I, by relative comparison, have been babied. Yet I too, have this need to squirt out every last drop of toothpaste possible before disposing the tube. I might not be as hardcore as scraping the insides by cutting it open, but I'm thankful that I've had a grandfather this wise to look up to.

....this one's for you, gramps! posted by losir at 3:12 PM

I've never been much of a pir8 as they say. Sure, I may have owned illegally obtained, non-licensed piece of software or two in the past, but that's all behind me now, in a low-density HDD format.

I've never really been in the "scene" either. Having never been "l33t", nor have I ever "0\/\/n3d" anyone. Heck, the most pirating I've ever really done was copying games from my buddy's five and a quarter inch floppy disk from his Apple ][+.

Still, it amuses me to read some of those .nfo files. For folks not in the know, these ".nfo" are text files with the warez which show the group who "released" the program/game/app, and important info like how to install said software. Also occasionally the text file would include underground political stuff like: "Group X said our release was a dupe, then their distros started nuking our files. But we're here to prove that when hexedited, you'll see two bytes that are different. This proves ours was legit, and theirs was still beta."

So I'm sad to report that one of the most publically accessible database of .nfo archives is now gone!

Fare thee well isonews, you've had a good run. I hope the government goes easy on you though. Up to five years in jail or a $500,000 fine is pretty scary.

....it's evaluation for twenty-four hours and then deleting it!

posted by losir at 11:32 AM

This is one of them posts for the sake of posting entries.

Yup, I said it. It had to be said. I'm sure anybody with an IQ higher than a kumquat would have seem through this transparant rouse as nothing more than blog filler.

Still, one has to wonder how much more unintersting losir's life must be, when the only words of drudgery I can muster up is "Gawd, bloggin' is hard work, yo."

Hence, the attitude, as denoted by the word "yo." It's not a pleasant, "Yooooo....", as one would in greeting. It's not a violent or disgusted "Yo!", as often heard before a fight. It's a "yo." of complaint.

Because frankly, coming up with fresh material is hard work. Compounded by the fact I have no life. I mean, seriously, do you really care that I'm tired after working out, and from finally playing volleyball the night before? Thought not.

Anyways.

Oh yeah, I'm not Mr. Boyscout. I refuse that notion, I abhor that branding, I deny the title.

....but thanks for the email. posted by losir at 8:49 PM

I did my good deed for today. Yup I did.

Driving to work this morning (late as usual), there was a person in a Suzuki Swift sedan whos car had stalled in the middle of an intersection. Pulling up my handbrake and turning my hazard blinkers on, I step out of the car, instruct the person (female, with a baby in the childseat at back) to pop it into neutral so I can push her safely out of the intersection.

Being an automatic, she didn't realize that a key must be inserted in order for neutral to be engaged. She tries and she tries, while I wait dangerously behind her car, in a ready-to-push stance.

I run to her window, tell her to put in her key. She fumbles for it, inserts it, and puts the auto-shfiter to the letter N. I run around to the back once more, and begin to push.

It's a marvel to see how strong one person can be when adrenaline is pumping through ones body. Anyway, I tell her to position her car to the lane next to the curb (she was in the passing lane). When all of a sudden, a car flies by and honks the crap out of her and I. I freak out, almost wetting myself. I didn't expect any cars coming up my six, and neither she nor I did a blind spot check. However, I thought decent people would not pass until I had gotten her safely to the side. I was wrong.

Anyway, now safely stopped, I tell her to keep her hazards going, move her child to the front seat, and lift the hood up. She had a cell phone, so I'm assuming she'll call for help. I couldn't stay around to make sure she was okay, because I too have a life, of sorts.

What gets me pretty pissed is that she appeared to have been stuck in the intersection for a few ticks before I arrived. She was already on the phone when I approached, and her keys were in her pocket when I told her that she needed them. There were three people across the street in a bus shelter, and they didn't offer to help push. There were countless other cars on the road, stopped because she was blocking the intersection, who didn't get out to help. It just didn't seem like anyone cared.

I'm not the last boyscout, nor do I pretend to be anything of that sort. I'm as selfish and money-hungry as the next jerk trying to make a quick buck. But when someone is in danger, how can one not lend a hand? We share the same oxygen, my blood is as red as yours, and if our blood types matched, you could save my life.

As for all you cynics, I didn't help because I needed a blog entry, nor did I help because it was a "she". I didn't care about that. I just saw a person in a car, stuck on a relatively well-travelled intersection, posing a danger to its occupants and fellow cagers on the road. What got me riled up was that even as I was pushing by myself, not a single person came over to help. Hence the added adrenaline of anger.

Anyway, I think I deserve a cookie now.

....or at least a pat on the head. posted by losir at 11:00 AM

Oh yes, almost forgot.

Click on picture for the rest of the album. [Imagestation]

I surprised the Toxic One on Friday. Took her to a Toronto Raptors game as an early birthday present. Can't tell you how old she is, because she's passed that age of wanting to let others know. Anyway, it was a good time, except BOTH our cameras ran out of battery half way through the game.

....She took better pix than I, again!

posted by losir at 5:38 PM

Man, sometimes I wish I was a mufti.

What is with people rushing in the mornings? I was passed by a speeding minivan, in a residential street, maybe 50 meters from a school crossing zone. What kind of idiot does that??

Well what he didn't realize was that I had just began to drive my car, and because it wasn't warmed up, I couldn't drive fast. Plus I wouldn't, as I know the school's near by.

I don't know kids. Maybe I am getting old. But I just don't drive like my pants' on fire every second of the time. There's just no need to rush that much. At least if you're in a rush, speed on the highway, where you won't kill innocent little boys and girls crossing the street trying to get their learn on.

I so wanted to be a cop today. To switch on the sirens and give him a juicy, fat ticket. That would have made my day. I prayed for a cop nearby, but nobody upstairs was tuning to my channel. Oh well.

....Maturity sucks. posted by losir at 5:36 PM