Month: February 2012

Brain Trust

This is a brain.

I need your help. 

I have a lot of questions, I’m facing a lot of challenges – mainly work-related – and I’m thinking that crowdsourcing is the way to go. Except I don’t want to just post questions and challenges on line and wait for random people to answer and offer suggestions. If I wanted insane answers I’d just go to Yahoo answers. 😉 I don’t want to email a bunch of people hoping a couple of them will reply (I don’t want to annoy people who don’t want to be involved).

I want to form a brain trust.

I’m looking for all kinds of individuals. I want people working in different fields. I want people of all ages. I want people of different backgrounds. I do not want to exclude anyone. If all goes well, I’m hoping to reach a critical mass of around 25 people. 

Your task – should you decide to join – will be to receive and read emails from me and reply with whatever you think is appropriate. Of course, I will return the favor and do the same with any an all questions you may have about challenges you’re facing in your field of work or life in general. I have not worked out the technical aspect of this project yet. Should this be done through a mailing list, a blog where we can all post, some other means of communication? I don’t know. We’ll figure it out.

Honestly, who wouldn’t want to have 24 other brains at their disposal? If you’re interested, send me an email and we’ll start the conversation.

I need your help, and I hope you can use mine. 


Goodbye number 8.

In many ways it’s hard to explain why I’m so sad at Gary Carter‘s passing. The guy played catcher for the Montreal Expos from 1974 to 1984, I was 13 when he left Montreal. That was 27 years ago. He did return for one season in Montreal in 1992. Gary Carter died yesterday from brain cancer, the same cancer that took Mado four short months ago. 

The Montreal Expos aka “Nos Z’Amours” were quite the phenomenon in Montreal. Hard to believe that at that point in time, Montreal was as much a baseball town as it claims to be a hockey town today. The Habs had Guy Lafleur, F1 had Gilles Villeneuve and the Expos had Gary Carter.

Riding around on our bicycles we all wanted to be Gilles Villeneuve. Playing hockey in the street we all wanted to be Guy Lafleur – or Maurice Richard if you were a little older. Playing baseball in the park we all wanted to play catcher and be Gary Carter.

I got to be Gary for a couple of seasons in little league.

Yes, that’s me.

So goodbye Gary. I had not seen you in over 20 years, but I’m sad. You were really one of the heroes of my childhood.

One bullet short of a full gun (34)

Lock and load…

  • Time. I can’t believe it’s been over 4,500 hours since my last bullet post – That’s over six months for those of you still using the Imperial system. Wait that doesn’t make sense, but it does offer me the perfect segue to show you this graphic I saw on line:

I did not make that graphic. Don’t be hatin’, Usians.
  • Freak. Someone called me a freak because when I plan a drive from my house to some place, my guesstimate allows for time to have to wait for some red lights, and the traffic expected at that specific time of day. I don’t go online to look at traffic patterns or calculate the exact amount of traffic lights on the planned route or anything like that, I just base my guesstimate on close locations I drove to in the past and stuff like that. I normally don’t have a problem being called a freak, but if the person calling me a freak guesstimates that he’ll hit all green lights and face no traffic at all, then I object. Seriously, who’s a freak now?

  • Deodorant. Call me a freak if you will, but I strongly believe in the use of deodorant. I also believe in the “don’t fix it if it’s not broken” saying, so when it comes to deodorant it means sticking with something that works. Ever so often, I break this rule and try some new stuff, in this case I was sucked into the whole Dove Men +Care line of products, like the above deodorant. This deodorant is great; it smells good and not too strong, it doesn’t irritate my armpits and offers a powerful protection – it says so on the label. However, it does destroy all my black t-shirts by making the underarms white and stiff, even after multiple washes. It looks like I’ll have to buy new t-shirts and revert to my previous deodorant of choice. UNLESS I CAN FIND SOME SORT OF MIRACLE PRODUCT TO CLEAN MY T-SHIRTS!!!!!

  • Valentine Day. Yesterday was Valentine Day. Did you do anything special? Like I don’t know, eat some delicious cupcakes?

  • Essence. As I’m contemplating getting a new car… Well that is not true. I am getting a new car. I’m contemplating getting a hybrid car or not. I did some complex calculations (Excel! W00t!!!), and it looks like I would save around 210$ a year on gas by getting a hybrid. Let’s assume I’ll keep the car for 7 years, this means savings of 1,470$. But a hybrid would cost me 4,650$ more (before taxes and all that jazz), so it looks like I’ll have to keep the hybrid for 22 years and 2 months just to break even… That puts me in the same car until one short month to my 63rd birthday, and I think we all know that this is not happening. On top of that, I didn’t factor the electricity cost. I did not factor that the hybrid is actually less car for more money (smaller tires, smaller brakes, fixed rear seats, etc.). I have a hard time going hybrid, even if part of me (and by part of me I mean LovelyWife) thinks it’s the “right” thing to do. Thoughts?

In pure Call of Cthulhu tradition, I’ll keep the last bullet for myself for when the madness finally comes.

Grrr-rrrrrr. Hullo.

I am a Rebel

A Rebel EOS XSi.

If you follow me on the Twitter and/or on the Facebook, you already know that CutieDaughter won first place in her cheer leading competition on Saturday.

Like the good dad that I am, I spent 3 hours sitting in bleachers, and I took 285 pictures. I did manage to add a few pictures to my “Can’t park” collection…

Exhibit 20120211-A : Ignoring the lines for no apparent reason.

Exhibit 20120211-B: Parking on the sidewalk because it looked like a space.

Of course, all the competition pictures are colored blurry lines – it’s quite a challenge to take decent pictures when at a great distance.

I did however manage so take at least a few decent shots at the end.

Gold baby, Gold! (Not real gold)

So everyone was happy and had a great time. Now to delete those 280 useless pics…