rambling othercat

I'm a 40 sumthin' computer geek. I like to barmp my sax with the band on thursday nights. I live in Toronto with my partner, and Grendel, a chihuahua.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Guilty Pleasures






I went back to the flea market yesterday, and instead of the same old crap I found something really nifty. The picture you see above is a Soviet Army flask. It's a replica, because on the underside, it has in plain English the words "stainless steel." I suspect the real McCoy wouldn't have any lettering on it like that, but wotthehell. It looks neat, and now it contains some cheap Canadian brandy from Grimsby Ontario.

Nostrovdya!

Saturday, January 28, 2006


Big Ball, Tiny Dog Posted by Picasa

Big Ball, Little Dog

My pilates teacher recommended that I get myself a big ball for doing some cool breathing exercises on. So I scurried over to the Lululemon store down the street and purchased one. Upon my arrival home, I inflated the ball and left it to sit over night. You need to give it some time to let the wrinkles disappear.

A new wrinkle has appeared however. Grendel, whom you all know and love, has taken to chasing balls around the house, and he has even taken to bringing them back to me on occasion. Smart little fugger. Grendel is a spoiled little brat and has several balls of various sizes to deal with. He can get his tiny mouth around a tennis ball and carry it back to me. Anything bigger and he has difficulty.

He took one look at the pilates toning ball and raised his paw defiantly. Apparently his sense of self preservation kicked in, and he then took off when I gently rolled the enormous ball towards him. He's been back for another look, but I'm sure he'll take his time dealing with this particular ball. I'll keep you posted.

Friday, January 27, 2006

The Year of the Dog





This charming looking fellow won the "World's Ugliest Dog Contest" for three years running. He passed away last year with his title intact. He went by the name of Sam, and is proof that no matter how hideous you may be, you can still find true love.

To all of you who celebrate the Chinese New Year this weekend, Kung Hei Fat Choy. Which I think roughly translates as "Live Long and Prosper." It was the Chinese and not the Vulcans who came up with that.

Sam had a long life, and if his notoriety as the world's ugliest canine is of any value, he prospered.

It's the year of the dog. Grendel and I wish you all a good one. Special greetings to my long lost brother PK.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Are you having a weird week too?

First there was the election. Next came my poor distraught kitty cat. I found out that my cousin's daughter had a wipe out on her snowboard. She's been in the Hospital for Sick Children with a ruptured spleen for the last few days. Next, PJ's uncle Wally died and we attended his funeral today. And to top it all off, I'm off to a second memorial service tomorrow evening for another friend's mum, who passed away a few days ago. It doesn't get any weirder does it? One thing after another.

The election results were unfortunate, but the guy I voted for won his seat. Spot is on the mend, and seems to be taking to her new diet without any complaints. Our snowboarder is recovering nicely too, so that's good news. She's keeping track of all the friends and relatives who are taking an effort to call or drop by. I made it for one visit, so I'm on the list.

As for Uncle Wally and SR's mum, all we can do is rally around the living and offer our condolences. Uncle Wally was 83 years old, and despite the fact his demise was unexpected, he lived a long life. The saddest event is SR's mum. She passed away in surgery with the hope of gaining some relief from a chronic condition. I don't recall how old she was, but it stinks that she willingly underwent surgery only to perish from the effort. She was a nice woman, and had the affection of all who met her.

The world works in mysterious ways as the old saying goes. Sometimes we win, and sometimes we lose. We all live in hope that things will improve. I am hoping next week isn't as weird as this one. I'm not exactly certain which way is up right now. But don't worry about me. Just reach out and show some love for whoever needs it. It might be you next time.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Panic Attack

I went to lunch with a colleague from years ago, and when I came back home, I was puzzled. Spot was nowhere to be found. At least she wasn't in her usual haunts. After a few minutes searching, I found her stuck between the couch and the window.

She was panicking because she couldn't get out and the heat of the sun was bearing down on her. I don't know how long she had been there, but she was pretty messed up when I found her. Her front legs were soaked from panting and her heart was racing at a phenomenal rate. She had a pretty distressed look on her face. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of a seriously injured kitty-cat.

So, I phoned the vet clinic and slung Spot under my arm. They were nice enough to fit me in almost immediately. I wanted to make sure Spot hadn't suffered a heart attack or something. Fortunately, she turned out to be alright in the immediate term. The good Doctor kicked the tires and checked the fluids, and pronounced that Spot was alright except for the fact she's a few pounds overweight, and she needs some dental work.

After the blood was drawn for some tests, Spot became less than cooperative with the staff. She started growling and complaining about their bedside manner. She let the entire clinic know in no uncertain terms that she hated what was going on. We all had a good laugh at poor Spot's reaction and formulated a plan to get her back into some shape. She's on a diet, and has 2.5 kg to lose. She's got to go back soon to get her teeth cleaned as well.

Hopefully she'll be less traumatized next time she goes. I don't like hospitals, but at least I know what I go there for. Spot, on the other hand, has less of a clue, and I can't blame her for the outlandish reaction. Tough spot for Spot.

Did they ever get it wrong!


One Tirelessly Hungering for Erotic Recreation and Carnal, Arousing Touches

Friday, January 20, 2006

More Beowulf

To Hrothgar was given such glory of war,
such honor of combat, that all his kin
obeyed him gladly till great grew his band
of youthful comrades. It came in his mind
to bid his henchmen a hall uprear,
ia master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
Wide, I heard, was the work commanded,
for many a tribe this mid-earth round,
to fashion the folkstead. It fell, as he ordered,
in rapid achievement that ready it stood there,
of halls the noblest: Heorot he named it
whose message had might in many a land.
Not reckless of promise, the rings he dealt,
treasure at banquet: there towered the hall,
high, gabled wide, the hot surge waiting
of furious flame. Nor far was that day
when father and son-in-law stood in feud
for warfare and hatred that woke again.
With envy and anger an evil spirit
endured the dole in his dark abode,
that he heard each day the din of revel
high in the hall: there harps rang out,
clear song of the singer. He sang who knew
tales of the early time of man,
how the Almighty made the earth,
fairest fields enfolded by water,
set, triumphant, sun and moon
for a light to lighten the land-dwellers,
and braided bright the breast of earth
with limbs and leaves, made life for all
of mortal beings that breathe and move.
So lived the clansmen in cheer and revel
a winsome life, till one began
to fashion evils, that field of hell.
Grendel this monster grim was called,
march-riever mighty, in moorland living,
in fen and fastness; fief of the giants
the hapless wight a while had kept
since the Creator his exile doomed.
On kin of Cain was the killing avenged
by sovran God for slaughtered Abel.
Ill fared his feud, and far was he driven,
for the slaughter's sake, from sight of men.
Of Cain awoke all that woful breed,
Etins and elves and evil-spirits,
as well as the giants that warred with God
weary while: but their wage was paid them!

Beowulf Verse II

WENT he forth to find at fall of night
that haughty house, and heed wherever
the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone.
Found within it the atheling band
asleep after feasting and fearless of sorrow,
of human hardship. Unhallowed wight,
grim and greedy, he grasped betimes,
wrathful, reckless, from resting-places,
thirty of the thanes, and thence he rushed
fain of his fell spoil, faring homeward,
laden with slaughter, his lair to seek.
Then at the dawning, as day was breaking,
the might of Grendel to men was known;

Thursday, January 19, 2006


Spot doesn't much like the fact that Grendel has dropped his soggy blue ball one the floor just below her perch. Spot keeps throwing right jabs, and Grendel is bouncing just out of reach. This is a diplomatic crisis that no amount of negotiation can solve.  Posted by Picasa

Tagged Again

Sassinak's long reach has found me again, and I am compelled to answer this tag thing. Hopefully Whycocomagh will start her blog someday and consider herself tagged.

FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:
1. Network Geek
2. Janitor (The last noble profession)
3. Carpenter (aka Woodbutchery)
4. Security Guard/Recorder Player (the building lobby had great acoustics)

FOUR MOVIES YOU WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:
1. Eraserhead (I still can't tell whether I like this movie yet though. It's a puzzling bit of work, and everytime I've seen it, I've felt compelled to walk out. Despite that, I couldn't look away.)
2. Fight Club
3. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
4. Round Midnight

FOUR PLACES YOU HAVE LIVED:
1. Toronto
2. Craigleith
3. Lufkin TX
4. Scarborough

FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:
1. Star Trek (any of them)
2. NCIS
3. Anything on the Critter Channel
4. Myth Busters

FOUR PLACES YOU HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:
1. Norway
2. Cuba
3. Prince Edward Island
4. Ireland

FOUR OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS:
1. Japanese
2. Greek
3. Italian
4. Camp Food (My Camp Food)

FOUR PLACES YOU WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
1. The Grey County Forest
2. Oranjestad
3. Clonakilty
4. I'm with Sass... I like where I am right now.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Back to Skool

It appears that my boy Grendel and I are going to school in a few weeks. I've been to school before, but this will be a first for the wee canine. After all, he's only 15 weeks old. He's already mastered a few essentials, like crapping in the right place and coming when he's called. I'm generally pleased, though he's got a nasty habit of thinking my fingers and ears are doggy chew toys. He also doesn't know quite what to make of Spot. Despite her protests, Grendel keeps figuring that everyone wants to play with him. To hear Spot's side of the story, she'd prefer that he played in traffic.

In the interest of fostering world peace (think globally, act locally) I have got to get some sense massaged into Grendel's tiny cerebellum before Spot resorts to drastic measures. She might contract mercenaries, or buy small arms from some unsavoury Americans or something. I'd hate like hell to see Grendel perish in a hail of bullets. You never know what the aged feline will do with the infant canine if conditions persist as they are.

So I enrolled myself and Grendel in Mother Knows Best obedience classes. A very nice woman named Dorothy runs the classes, and apparently she's been training dogs for 25 years. You can't beat experience like that. She's probably seen every kind of crazy dog around, and likely knows how to deal with most situations. Grendel will be a piece of cake. My fate is sealed. I got PJ a dog for his birthday, and now I'm the poor sucker who has to go to the obedience classes. I hope there are treats for me too.

Thursday, January 12, 2006


Xue Jen, Zhong Dong, and PJ. Three Quarters of the Los Corales Scooter Gang.  Posted by Picasa

La Playa Baconao in Cuba. It was a bit rocky, but there were lots of coral fragments and sea shells to be found. If you visit, watch your step, because there are a pile of thorny plants just beyond the mangroves at the edge of the beach. One of them grabbed my sandal clad foot, and wouldn't let go too easily. Tenacious plants with an attitude guarding the lovely beach.  Posted by Picasa

The Los Corales Lizard. This guy isn't as cuddly as Grendel, but he managed to make several appearances near our hotel room. I think he lived inside the ceramic container that he was perched on. Gotta like these fellows because they eat insects that might bother the Norteamericanos who were visiting the Hotel Los Corales Posted by Picasa

Monday, January 09, 2006


Grendel is getting bigger by the minute it seems. The wee canine has jumped from 1100 grams in early December to 1850 grams as of yesterday. He is 14 weeks old now. That's some dog.  Posted by Picasa

Friday, January 06, 2006


Here's a nifty satellite picture from Google that shows the area of the Hotel Los Corales in Baconao, Cuba. The body of water on the right side of the picture is the Gran Laguna Baconao. The mountainous area to the north is where Fidel Castro began his campaign in 1959. It's a rather parched and prickly looking piece of country, but it's beautiful nonetheless.  Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Feliz Neuvo Anno

I have just returned from Cuba. The land of cigars, dark rum and Fidel Castro. That Cuba. I had few expectations while en-route. I knew it would be warmer, and there would be good music, but otherwise, I had no idea what to expect.

I was pleasantly surprised, and somewhat saddened by it all at the same time. The Cubans are a warm hearted and sociable people. They are delighted to have people from Canada and Europe come to visit, and they are also desperately poor. Despite the hardship, the Cuban people we saw always wore clean clothing and held their heads up. They carried themselves with a noble bearing even when life appeared to be a grind by our standards. I guess you can't put a price tag on dignity.

We Norteamericanos are obsessed with the price of everything it seems. We talked about wages and the availability of material things. Cubans don't have a lot of either. The nice fellow that we had lunch with several days told us he earned about 15 convertible pesos a month working 6 twelve hour days a week. He had to hop on a bus from the city every day and leave his wife and two year old daughter behind. He probably earned a few extra pesos in tips doing his job, but even so, he was probably living on the equivalent of a thousand dollars a year. Maybe less. He was one of the higher paid staff at the resort too.

PJ and I made a gift of some T shirts and some household items like shampoo and some razor blades. He was extremely grateful because it would allow him a little more breathing room. As I see it, we can yap all day long about poverty, but when you put a face to it, you can't help but be moved to help. Our Cuban friend was quite happy, and we were glad to help out.

Despite all of the obvious signs of desperation, the Cuban economy is improving because of the tourists coming to her sunny shores. There are resorts springing up all over the island, and money is starting to return. It's a far sight better than it was at the end of the Russian presence in Cuba. At least the economy is based on valid commerce rather than military one-upmanship as it was during the cold war between the Soviets and the Americans. I'd like to think that Cuba will prosper again if the western world continues to embrace this wonderful and friendly nation. The outdated politics of the cold war aren't helping Cuba. Canadians and Europeans are helping lift Cuba out of her slump, and none to soon.