Month: November 2005

When I postploded, I forgot to append “Still addicted to WoW.” to the end of each post. Believe me, it’s still true. So true. Maybe I should take ‘s selection and have my parental units set up a parental control password on my account so I can’t play too much. It hasn’t totally consumed my…

In looking for mailboxen, I came across the U.S. Postal Service standards for “customer mail receptacles” (PDF). If I understand 1.2 and 1.3 correctly, exterior wall-mounted mail receptacles on a multi-family building are not letterboxes, whereas curbside mail receptacles (i.e. a standard mailbox-on-a-post) and “wall-mounted centralized mail receptacles” (e.g. the ones in an apartment building…

The mailbox next to my front door is old, rusty, and leaky. If there’s heavy precipitation, or heavy wind with some precipitation, my mail gets soaked. The last victims were all of my birthday cards :o(. I’ve gotten permission from my landlord to pick out a new one and charge him for it. Unfortunately, and…

Since I went shopping at the Arsenal Mall today, I became curious if there was any relationship between “arse” (and consequently “ass”) and “arsenal”. I suspected that it was just a chance similarity, which turns out to be the case. “arse” comes from Old English “ærs”, which is from Germanic. “arsenal” comes from Arabic “dār-aṣ-ṣinā‛a”…

I’m sure you all remember what Power Wheels were. If you weren’t lucky enough to have your own car, you probably knew a neighbor kid who was. They also had the gendered branding of the Barbie version for girls (for beach adventures) and the GI Joe version for boys (for off-road combat). Seen at Linens…

This is just the middle of what would apparently call a “postsplosion”. However, I’m not a fan of the consonant cluster “stspl”, and I feel like changing the tense for no particular reason, so I should warn you that I am about to postplode. I suppose if we jump back to the Latin that would…

Last Sunday, while out coat system shopping, I called my dad using my cell phone. It defaults to the home line, where I got “We’re sorry; the number 7… 6… 3… 5… 5… 1… 0… 6… 4… 6… has been disconnected.”. This was the point at which I realized that my parents were actually moving.…

I am convinced more than ever that the T is intended to be ridden only be people who already know exactly where they’re going. I wanted to go to the Arsenal Mall Home Depot to look at weatherproof mailboxes (my mail gets wet when there’s any precipitation). I was hoping there’d be a bus from…

Thanks to singing in the UniLu choir for the last few months, I have recovered the full extent of my range when last I sang at the end of high school. The four-year hiatus at Swat, beyond casual singing at SPC and SWIL events, definitely atrophied my singing muscle. With a good solid breath, I…

I was the only person on the outbound 71 this evening, coming back from Thanksgiving at my aunt and uncle’s in Hamilton. Certainly the largest, most spacious taxi I’ve ever had to myself.