Friday, 26 August 2016

A moving experience

Today we were all up early. We were up by dawn's early light for breakfast and getting the crowd on the road. It's relocation day. Later we're off to my sister-in-law's place where our guests will spend a few days. It's kind of bitter sweet for us, I know we will see them over the next few days but I was just getting used to getting up at "oh my God it's early." They return to our humble abode on Tuesday for their last night. No we are not going to off them, they are home bound on Wednesday. 

Last night I was checking our some links while there was a lull in the action. I found a story about an app I use regularly, WhatsApp. Two years ago the owners of Facebook bought WhatsApp. At the time I saw news about this purchase I had a little trepidation but I didn't think too much about it because of two things. First when the announcement was made the two companies stated for the record that nothing would change regarding the privacy of users.
 
The second thing was that I'm stupid.

Stupid for actually entertaining the idea that a company would not be callous enough to treat it's customers like chattel. It was bad enough when I had to deal with FaceBook issues for using an adblocker, now to find out that WhatsApp is as bad as MS messenger regarding personal information privacy is a bit of a kick in the chops. Well at least I'm not alone in being pissed.

Now it looks like cash comes first and privacy comes second to the Facebook crowd. I know there will be some who read this blog and will think meh but the simple fact of life today is information is currency.  So now I'm on the hunt for anither messanger app that will not use my information as a bartering chip. The two biggest questions that I have to ask are who do I trust and who do they serve? 

OK enough already with the tinfoil hat stuff for this morning, here are a few links for you. 

I said it yesterday and I will say it again today... Change your password and run your antivirus and while I'm at it, stop downloading and running stuff you haven't scanned.

So it's dinner time and you feel like a little KFC however you don't feel like going out for it and they don't deliver. Oh what to do, what to do... Well you could always make your own and just for you here are the eleven secret herbs and spices. Yes the secret ain't so secret any more.   

Note to all those who come to our fair shores in search of a better life and end up driving a cab, you may want to think of a plan B because it looks like your days may be numbered. Sorry. 

When I was a kid one of the lessons that was beaten into imparted to me was to play nice. The reason for playing nice is twofold, civility is the grease that lubricates the gears of life's interactions and if you piss off somebody they may just do this.

Some times I have to simply stop and reread what had been written in a story because of the silliness that is involved. This is one of those stories... 

Oh dear me, look at the time... have to run. That's it for me from my outpost of sanity up here North of Disorder.
 




 


 

Thursday, 25 August 2016

Just another day in the life...

The morning started well enough by my pretending to be asleep and letting my wife get up first. Before you say anything, yes I am a nasty, evil husband but in my defense I did clear the dishes after a wonderful meal... so there.  

While my wife got the first meal of the day sorted out, I had to make a fast trip to the corner store for maple syrup. You see I had failed in the 7P principal and not made sure that we had enough for the pancakes. Ah yes we had blueberry pancakes this morning. Tomorrow I am leaning towards french toast but that is a decision for another day. 

As I write this the kids are upstairs watching one of the pirate movies. The funny thing is they love these movies but the movies are in English and they only speak German. Later today when my wife returns from getting her hair done we are going to venture forth with the gaggle of guests to a nearby beach. This seems to be what the kids like to do the most and if it makes them happy, I'm happy.

Well so much for the update, here are a few links for you...




A few weeks ago I ended my association with Facebook. This got me in a little hot water with the Misses but ended it I did. The reason at the time was how FB dealt with my use of an ad blocker. Now it comes to light there are other reasons for ditching this service.

In the past whenever I have traveled I have made it a point to become as familiar as I could with the local customs. This guy is a practicing Muslim (the religion of love and peace) so of course he never bothered.

Every now and again as a libertarian I come across something like this and it makes me smile and fantasize.

If I have said it once I have said it a thousand times, change your password.

Not being a woman I keep hearing the whining what a hectic life women and mothers in particular have. I guess multitasking was the reason this moron mom was seen doing this.

Cheaters never win and when they do win it is only for a few years.

I don't know who these folks are but I like 'em because they have the same sense of humor have. The only difference is he is more mechanically inclined than I am. 

That is about it for today from up here North of Disorder. So until the morrow TTFN.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

The automotive slippery slope...

I have an old car. It isn't only old in years (bought new in 2008) it is old in kilometers (just turned 329000) which means that things can and will go wrong with it. A few weeks ago I had it e-tested so the environmental weenies would get their couple of bucks and feel better about themselves. When I got the grey beast done I was surprised that it actually passed.

Night before last I went out to fetch dinner for the crowd since my wife and I were in no mood to cook. About half way to the chicken place I noticed the yellow check engine light had come on. Not one to panic at the sight of a check engine light (it's yellow not red) I held off dealing with it until the the gang was gone yesterday afternoon. Since I don't own and OBD II reader and I really don't want to spend the bucks on a car that could be thought of as an octogenarian, I did the simple thing. I reset the system by disconnecting the car battery for a few seconds then hooking it back up again. This was the equivalent to turning it off and on again. 

The fix lasted until I went in to town yesterday afternoon. Around ten kilometres into the trip I noticed the check engine light was on again.  I checked with my brother-in-law and sure as the sun rose this morning he has an OBD II reader. Now after the guests leave in a week I'll head over to his place and borrow it to see what the problem is. I'm not too worried, odds are the issue is something to do with the emissions plumbing. If it's not a critical issue and I can run the car for a while all the better. But if it's serious and the beast is living on borrowed time then it's time to put it down.

Here are a few links for you...

Our bringer of light and truth The Right Honorable Justin Trudeau  is bound and determined to bring marijuana to the masses. I think the next step, if he gets wind of  this, could be "far out man."

A  lot of the folks whose blogs I read are totally opposed to voting which is fine given the actual odds of changing the outcome of any political race. The only issue is when one lays down and does nothing, this happens.

Other folks are adamant that if things in the (not so) United States go south they will "rise up" just like in 1776 and all will be put right. The only tiny issue with this fallacy is the other side may just have a plan for that.

Here you are, a home owner who finds a B&E when he gets home and calls the cops.  One little thing, the home owner is Black and this is America. Can you guess what happened?

There are certain localities where the authorities use an item called a boot on cars. A boot is actually a clamp that prevents the car from being driven away. Like most things done by the authorities if someone puts their mind to it, like this car owner, there is a work around

When I see things like this, I can't help but wonder what kind of seasoning this guy used.

Well I think that's about enough frivolity for now. I have a group of travelers to attend to so that's it from up here, North of Disorder.


Tuesday, 23 August 2016

They travel and I make or mend

Yesterday saw us travelling down to the falls, Niagara Falls that is. The day stated well enough and was OK except for a few minor things. For a while it looked like there was some sort of conspiracy afoot to slow us down. For example when I gassed up the truck and we all got going, my wife (the driver of record) started towards the exit to the highway. Withing seconds we were cut off and had to stop then almost out another vehicle tried to intercept us. This was the sort of behaviour that was encountered time and again all the way down to the falls and back home. It was a good thing my wife was driving and not me, I would have lost it around the second incident and did something really stupid. My wife handled the driving chore very well. 

last night was a movie night. We sent the kids upstairs to watch  some Pirate movies and our guest P asked to watch Firefly. We watched a couple of episodes and the movie. The only issue was I could not for the life of me find the remote control so I had to do a work around.  I hadn't watched Firefly for a long time and had forgot what a refreshing serious it was. Tonight it will be round two of firefly for us adults and round two of pirate movies for the kids.. 

This morning I was up at the new normal of seven (I can't believe people get up this early) AM. I was at a total loss about what to fee our hungry hoard and I almost panicked. After assessing the options we had bacon (hey everybody likes bacon OK) and cheese sandwiches. After clearing away the dishes and assorted foreign objects and debris I sat down, coffee in hand to write this blog. 

Today I managed to get out of the travelling to the beach, we are a little short of supplies and a laundry needs to be done desperately. Outwardly my wife is OK with this, inwardly I'm just not so sure.  I know, I'm an evil person and at some future date I will be reminded of this

Here are a few links for you...

It isn't really a party until a few hundred drunk people who are drifting down a river get blown off course and into another country. There were police, coast guard, customs and a few other agencies involved in the rescue of these poor drunk fools. A few, not wanting the hassles of going to another country, tried to swim back and almost became Darwin statistics. In the end a good time was had by all, well at least from all the party folks. 

"If you pass this I will quit." Ummm... "If you pass this I might quit." Ummm... "If you pass this I may stay and deal with it." Indecision may or may not be the Canadian Green Party leader's problem

Poor Mrs. Clinton, when you do right nobody remembers but when you do wrong nobody forgets. Then again there has been so much wrong that she has done verses so little good it's a wonder she has any support at all. 

Remember playing "hide and go seek" when you were a kid? Well these guys certainly haven't forgotten.

I remember watching one of those old Indiana Jones movies (The lost Crusade) a long time ago. In the movie one of the characters drank from the wrong cup and died horribly and the knight guarding the treasure says "He chose poorly." Well that statement just about sums up what this guy did.

Here is another example of "ya can't fix stupid." I thing that is this guys wife is like any other normal wife this event will be something he will never live down. 

Time to hang it up for the day I got work to be done so that's all from up here North of Disorder.
  

Monday, 22 August 2016

Road trip...

Yesterday I was a little under the weather. I had come down with an ailment commonly known as the twenty four ounce flu. After managing to get the bomb detonation site formally known as my home back in order the gang went of to parts unknown. My response to “Hey lets go out for a while” was simply to say no. There was a short attempt at trying to convince me to go but each argument that was raised garnered a simple response... no.

Before they left while I sat there wallowing in my own personal misery because of the evil drink and the never ending pain in my cranium, our God daughter brought me a treat. She gave me a plate of blueberry pancakes. These pancakes look soooooo yummy and I would love to eat a couple except for the fact they are made of play-doh. Well at least the thought was there.

A little later the gang returned to the abode and I was reminded that I had committed to going over to one of the neighbours with the kids so they could try the zipline. How cool is it that one of my neighbours has a zipline? I remember him putting it up back in may and testing it out. He ran the line over a fountain and sure enough didn't leave enough height to clear it. The video is nothing short of classic with all the chills and spills one would get from any adventure.

On today's agenda is a road trip to Niagara Falls with two kids of the eight year old variety who don't speak english. It should make for an interesting time. Well my wife is giving me the eye so I got to wrap this up. That's about all from North of Disorder.

Sunday, 21 August 2016

The day after

All my fears came to nothing yesterday. I always get a case of the nerves just before the event starts. A little voice in the back of my head starts asking if anyone will show up. 

We had a good turnout with lots of fun being had by all. The pig turned out fine and with very little left over. The guys playing giant jenga were a hoot. Every now and then as conversations were going on and the music played there would be this amazing crash of the fifty four giant blocks coming down. These blocks were made of two by fours that are a little over ten inches long so when they fall everybody knows. 

This morning saw me recovering from the drunk fairy and her two by four want to the back of the head last night. After the scotch/bourbon/beer/whisky last night for some reason I'm not as functional as I normally would be, not that I am that functional the start with. A short time ago I choked down some breakfast with a side order of very strong coffee and extra strength aspirins. All that did was make the inside of my scull a little more habitable. If I can survive the next few hours all will be fine, pray for me. 

Yesterday was very memorable with so friends that I hadn't seen in way to long. My wife's godfather was here and it was good catching up with him and his wife. He may be in his late eighties by he still has all his marbles. My golf buddy was here with tails of his new home. One of the things he has now is a boat. With him the game plan is simple, after our house guests leave in a couple of weeks I'm going to join him for a day on the river fishing. being the lazy squeamish guy I am, it will be catch and release, but that's OK. 

So as for me the aspirins are kicking is so it's time to get my little humble home back to normal. Until tomorrow that about wraps it up from up here North of Disorder. 

 

 


Saturday, 20 August 2016

The countdown is on...

The sun is up on this fine day and, so far, things are going well. Today is the day of the pig. Not the political or police kind, the roast kind. Right now it's the calm before the storm. As soon as the blog is done I'm going to spring into action. There are the little details that have to be taken care of like going to get the pig to be done but having done this many times all will be fine. Weather wise there is a chance of rain but nothing that can't be worked around.

Tomorrow I will have a few pics to post but until then here are a few links. 

When you are going to take a topless pic of your self it's a bad thing to post it on the internet, doubly so if you are an officer in the RAF

Here is a guy who was simply sitting on a bench when the police were called. His crime was being in Knight's Armour.

I have a long way to go but when I hit the big one hundred I hope I'm like this old gal.  

One thing about the American election a lot of folks, there is always a choice

Those people in Quebec, having grown up there I always said they had no sense of humor.  

Well that's about it from me up here North of Disorder. Duty calls and I must go.