First Words

I’ve been thinking a lot about language of late. Far from being a master at the current language I use, I decided it would be in my best interest to be incomprehensible in two. So here we go into french courses. Of course I have somewhat of a french background, which may help me out in the long run, to avoid certain situations. It got me thinking about my upbringing, and in what way would it be best to learn french. Based on my experience, and although language difficulties screwed me over in the end, I think my parents went about it in the right way. Create a complete french environment within the home, since birth, send kids to french school. English they can pick up well enough whenever it becomes convenient, they will not be able to avoid it, especially if you don’t live in a completely french city.

I wonder if you be fluent in french as a second language? Is it the right way to go about things? Learning it as a second language just seems like shooting yourself in the foot, equal to trying to make a kid play piano.

Are you in on the joke?

Swedish Commercial for English language school.

I often wonder if these things actually air in those countries, it just seems too bad to be true. And did the actors understand? The kids? I remember as a kid asking my dad what sodomy was. Fun times.

Au Grand Bois

So I dreamt of a very old friend this morning, in a kind of woke up — then dozed off — then woke up kind of way.

She was younger, in a large house with hardwood floors, likely the main house at camp Au Grand Bois, with large wooden crossbeams overhead. A kind of family room, with couches and an old upright piano.
“I found some old music” she exclaims enthusiastically, leafing through sheets of music littered around the piano. I sit down beside her on bench, wondering what it is she’s found. Then just as if it was a completely natural thing to do, she climbs onto the piano keyboard lengthwise, and starts playing with hands and bare feet cat-like, the theme from Super Mario Bros. 2. So now I’m laughing out loud (yet completely retaining my composure in the dream world) and still have that song stuck in my head.

Live Action Mario

Gordon College’s Super Mario Brothers Live Action


There’s been a lot of mario content lately, and I’ve definitely saved the best for another day. But this is still one of the first things I’ve seen done that was pretty well thought out. I like how things go on even once things stop working properly. Too many coins in those blocks though.

Live-Action efforts are often awesome because of the memories they evoke in us.

Flying Low

Plane flying low over a beach.

The scafolding holding it up has been photoshopped out.

Plane landing at St. Maarten

Looks like this beach is a tourist attraction just for the planes coming in. In the youtube search you also find people getting blown / running into the water because of the jet blast. Pretty wicked.


Went to a party last night and made an ass of myself. I really hate those awkward moments, especially since I’ve had so few of them in my life.

Hopefully next time I’ll handle it better. I should probably learn to play pool better, it seems a required skill at our age, but I have a feeling by the time I can do that, I’ll be the age that the skill will be golf. I’m so NOT looking forward to learning that.

The student films. Keep it short and sweet, and a bit weird.

Sam Chow’s Cheese

Sam Chow’s Perhaps

Of his two shorts I’ve seen Perhaps is probably my favorite, but I’m really biased because I really dig the French music he used.

Monks in da hood

Have you ever seen monks doing the gangsta posse walk? I have, light orange/beige robes, tucked in arms, black tuques and bad ass attitude going down bank street.

Super Sentai is a weird genre, but so so awesome.

Rolling Bomber Special

I really can’t get enough of this short. The attention to detail, and how much character each person has, right from the first scene. Oh!


A friend of mine was complaining that if they chose a weak password, it’s their choice, that they do so knowing that their information/account could be vulnerable to attack, that it was their risk to take, and that no system had a right to demand them to do a better job in securing their information/account.

Being a proponent of secure systems (even if I often fail at doing so myself), this comment got me thinking not so much because it opposite to my own position, but because it seemed to make sense. It’s stayed on my mind, nagging at me saying, is this really right? Then suddenly when I really should have been thinking about my term test tomorrow (for an encryption course, ironically enough), it hit me.

Unfortunately it is a limited application, but I think a valid one. You have a right to define how secure your own information is, even within another system. However, if by using this account, or anywhere else you might be using the same password (we all do this), you can view information of others (think friend’s locked posts here), then you you owe it to them to not be a liability. That information, which they may be treating more seriously then you do yours, should not be put in jeopardy by sharing it with you.

Of course, they should assume they cannot trust anyone, and as soon as they add a friend who can view their entry, that anyone can see it. But do we really want to live in that world? Where do you draw the line with trust, especially when you may not know what practices they have?


So a few years ago a friend went on a trip, and there was that awkward moment where they asked,  “I’ll pick up something for you, what do you want?”

I don’t know when you’re at the right time in a friendship to be giving souvenirs (let alone birthday gifts, especially outside the context of a bday party).

But growing up, there were a few things I felt were missing in my life; the smaller, simpler pleasures.  A distinct lack of toothpicks. The only time I managed to grasp one in my hands was the rare roadside stop on family vacations. A big highlight for sure of any trip.

So that’s my answer, and that’s what she gets me, every time. She’s gone on more trips now, and I have a little collection.  Let no one say I am lacking in toothpicks anymore.

While these are my little treasures, some people do something wondrous with theirs, as these  carvings show.

Holiday Postcard

So the Pharmacy sent my family a holiday postcard. It’s from the PS GlebePHARMASAVE Apothecary. The actual writing is only on one half of the card, say 2 1/2 inches wide. It goes down about 2 1/2 inches as well, a nice square of TINY text. They had a lot to say.

Merry Christmas or…
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit Our/My best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral, celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced with the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all… and a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2005, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures and without regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith, choice of computer platform, or sexual preference of the wishee.

Claudia & Doug McKeen, Management & Staff
PS GlebePHARMASAVE Apothecary