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I'm looking for my place, on the path unwinding...
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2011.03.02 20.17
Today's TTC Hilarity
Something we probably all think of, but few of us ever say, to be polite...
Cold wind blowing across the streetcar stop. Guy walks right up to where the front doors of the streetcar will be opening. Other guy that's been waiting there longer says:
"You think you're special? Go line up at the back."
Why yes, this did happen on the Spadina line, why do you ask?
Douchebag or standing up for himself?
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2011.02.03 20.35
Today's TTC Hilarity
Bus 8038 has a fare box that either has a latch spring that is possessed (it would make that ka-chunk sound on smooth pavement, but do nothing over bumps), or the passive-aggressive driver also has a bit of OCD.
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2010.01.11 22.00
Today's TTC Hilarity
Sketchy guy gets on the Kipling 45 at Dundas carrying not one, not two, but three rusty wood saws. And a bag from the beer store.
Mood:  scared
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2010.01.05 20.41
Today's TTC Hilarities
Wow - it's been a while since I've posted. But with the falling snow, of course there are some driver stupidities that I can report on.
- A King Streetcar driver got out of his vehicle to parallel-park some lady's car, because she couldn't pull the maneuver off. Yet, there were any number of wide-open spots just down the road. Why yes, she was Asian, why do you ask?
- Took the Martin Grove 46 bus home. The driver is apparently a rookie on this route, and overshot a critical turn. Had to whip out my iPhone, and direct him back.
Mood:  silly
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2009.10.09 19.00
Today's TTC Hilarity
Having everybody get off at Islington so the train can turn back east to Royal York. Then having the next train do that, too. Then not telling the subway drivers what's going on. Or not telling the station collectors what's going on. Or better yet, not telling the bus drivers what's going on.
Would it have killed that fat ass in the collector's booth to call Transit Control to find out WTF is going on, rather than saying "They haven't made an announcement yet." Hindsight is 20/20.
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2009.09.22 19.53
I'd like to remind...
The asshole in the Volkswagen Bora that cut me off on Islington, and then gave me the finger and called me a "douche" after I laid on the horn...was still in the wrong. He turned off at the TD Bank south of Bloor. Had he been on his own, there might have been a mirror or two missing, and a new pattern in the doors.
Must calm down. Urge to kill falling...falling...RISING...falling...falling..........gone.
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2009.07.31 20.10
Retarded QOTD
After an argument with my mother, she retorted back with:
"Things are...for things!"
I'll have to remember that little nugget of information.
Mood:  confused
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2009.07.18 19.55
Summerfest 2009!
Took the Apocalypse Cow out to Bowmanville today to take part in BMW's Summerfest, a gathering of motorcyclists during a race weekend.
Arrived much later than I wanted, so all of the on-road rides were nice and solidly booked up. I took a free course from Moto Internationale, a BMW dealer out of Montréal. It focussed on doing slow-speed manoeuvres at the friction point of the clutch, and very tight turns. I apparently did very well, according to the instructors. I believe this is a course that I'd like to do in the future. Means having to stay at a hotel in Montréal, though.
After lunch, I took advantage of the off-road rides held by BMW. I signed up to take another Apocalypse Cow (a new R1200GS Adventure), shod with knobby tires. The lead rider, upon hearing that I've never been off-road before said: "You've never been off-road, and you're going to do it on the biggest bike we have?" "Yep!" So I got to ride a bike like mine, without having to worry when I dropped it. Which I did, twice. By gum, those are hard to pick up. The second time, the sweep rider offered his bike, a much lighter G450X. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Going through some of the sandier and rockier sections, it's probably a good thing that I couldn't see the tiny LCD speedometer, because it seemed pretty Goddamned fast. I was told at the end, that I rode very well for my first time off-road, which I'll take as a compliment. I've now got the bruised shins to prove that I've done it.
Mood: giddy
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2009.06.20 10.41
The funnest anthropomorphic scooters I've seen
I love these kinda-creepy anthropomorphic scooters. And the song. Not entirely sure what all the Italian means, although I've been told the phrase "Nessun Più Come Noi" means "No one else like us."
Mood:  happy
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2009.05.24 23.24
WHUMP!-tastic!
Over a few hours of the past week, I set about repairing my touring bicycle, WHUMP!. I had left Adrian's house a few weeks back, and one shift felt really "crunchy". I found out later that all of a sudden, I couldn't shift into the granny gear in the front.
So I went off to buy a new set of Shimano Tiagra shifters. Hot diggity they's 'spensive. I was not entirely looking forward to re-cabling everything, and then re-wrapping the bar tape. Turns out that either working on Adrian's project bicycle or the motorcycle course has helped, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.
After slicing off the old bar tape, and pulling out all but one cable, I found that the shifter cable had frayed and snapped inside the shifter body, causing the shifter to be unable to move enough for the ratcheting mechanism to catch. So...that means I spent lots of money on some nice new shifters, when a $3 cable would have done. Oh well. They're shiny new shifters.
I had to pick up some new brake cables, as the ones in the set were a smidge too short. I think Shimano thought that the kit was going to be used on some dainty race bike, not a touring bike that dwarfs everything else. The purchase of a "third hand" cable stretching tool finally was justified, as its use allowed me to beautifully tighten all the cables into position. It seems that I need cables that are significantly longer than the little bit that's capped off to use the tool.
Off to yet another bicycle store to pick up a cable cutter. I tried to fudge it by looking for electrical cable cutters, but it seems that they're not up to cutting stainless steel. Man, that cutter slices through cable like no tomorrow. Much like when I first picked up my pair of linesman's scissors.
The bar wrap...for the most part went well. The spot right behind the shifters themselves is hard to get at. I suppose that will come with practice.
The first test ride was out to the Steps' 8th Anniversary party. I can tell that it's been a while since I've been on a bike, since I was huffing and puffing across St. Clair. Part of that has to do with racing some guy up Scarlett towards Dundas. I pwned his ass.
I was really spreading the love among bicycle stores:
•Duke's for the shifters
•Urbane for the cutter
•Chain Reaction for the brake cables
I'm right pleased at the outcome of this project, and am happy that I can get back on my bicycle. As much as I love riding the Apocalypse Cow, I want to have my big quads back.
Mood: happy
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2009.04.07 21.45
Genui-sanity...
Speaking to one of my friends via vid-chat earlier today:
"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. And mine's squiggly!"
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2009.03.14 19.21
The Apocalypse Cow Awakens
"I'm impressed - this is a lot of work for a short voyage." -- Admiral James T. Kirk, Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
I brought the Cow out of its hibernating state, checked the oil, almost attached the battery backwards (Epic Fail!), reattached the bash plate, and found that despite having ridden in weather as cool as it was today in the past, the seal on my rear shock decided to go. It started dribbling oil all over the place. So my first ride, refreshing as it was, was to the dealership for warranty service.
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2009.02.14 12.21
Found on Google Maps
View Larger Map
Does anybody want to hazard a guess as to what that 30km long landing strip northwest of Kapuskasing is? Anti-copying measure? Military installation? Alien invasion landmark? Satellite difficulties? Yeah, they'd want us to believe the last one, wouldn't they.
Mood: weird
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2009.02.12 23.06
Boxer Glee!
Walked into the shop garage today, towards the bike that I was going to work on. When I spy a black engine block on the floor. With eight foot-long mounting studs sticking out of the sides.
"Who else makes a boxer twin? Honda, no...Moto Guzzi...no..."
And stamped on a pulley wheel is BMW! And in gold marker "R1200S". That explains it. The S was the only bike to have black-painted engine block. The connecting rods were still in, as was the crankshaft, but the heads and the pistons were missing. Everything turns so smoothly...
Getting a better look, it seems like the owner had a low-side crash on the left side, which cracked the Telelever mount. Although, now that I think about it, the mounting stud that was bent must have been because it was dropped after the heads were off.
Although removing spark plugs was not all that interesting, learning that it was a pain in the ass on a sport bike, well, is. It required the use of a bendy-bit to get into the tight space between the frame, the radiator and the rocker cover. I also got it into my head to actually put some air into the motorcycle lift, so that we weren't kneeling down, and were working at a comfortable height.
Dismantled Boxer engine! Glee!
Mood: happy
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2009.01.24 17.23
Happy 25th, Macintosh!
With Omoikane closing in on 9 years, I find it a bit more amazing that the Mac was around for 14 years already before I picked my G4 up.
Mood: happy
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2009.01.12 07.41
Happiness is...
skittering across the unplowed 427 early Sunday morning, headed towards the guard rail at 80km/h, and pulling a rabbit out of one's ass, coming out of it with sheetmetal that's still straight.
Mood: scared
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2008.11.22 23.32
Theatre Anti-Piracy
During the past couple movies at the theatre that I've seen, I've noticed six orange-yellow dots on the screen at random intervals. Two rows of three that flash for maybe a frame or so.
I don't think that they're like the dot in the upper right hand corner of the screen, made so famous by "Fight Club", but rather a means of determining which theatre a bootleg recording may have come from. I mean, if you can randomly space them out, and then record which copy goes to which theatre, you can pin it down. And since many theatres seem to use digital projection, it means light isn't passing through celluloid any more. Easy enough to place.
Thoughts anybody?
Mood: curious
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2008.11.01 10.39
Where the Hell is Matt
Yes, I just found out about these, after watching the BNL YouTube music video. It brought a smile to my face, just like LWR did. Here, it's hundreds, if not thousands of people just taking the opportunity to be wondrous idiots, dancing on camera for the hell of it.
Mood: happy
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