There is a cartoon called Pocoyo that Rebecca and I like to watch with Pokey. Okay, I admit it -- Pokey sometimes watches it with us. I don't know why I find it so amusing, but there you go. Anyways, Season 2 should be airing soon, if it hasn't started already. I learned this from the official Pocoyo blog, which features behind the scene details on the Spanish children's cartoon. From that site is a preview clip, which you have to admit, is pretty slick, and I think rather humourous.

So there you go. That's Pocoyo, just so you know what I'm on about. We're looking into making Pokey a Pocoyo costume for Hallowe'en this year. They sort of look alike. I think it's the cheeks. Oh, and hey, wasn't Ellie's model strut great? Right out of ANTM. I couldn't have done better myself - just ask the girls in the Jared lab.

Edit: Also worth mentioning is that ANTM started up again. And there's a girl on there with a name like "Ridiculeuse". No, seriously.

It's been awhile, I know. Again, I blame my computer situation: can't edit these pages from my only functioning desktop computer at home because this website uses broken HTML that Firefox 2 on Linux won't tolerate. Still considering retiring this blog and moving over to blogspot.

 

So this weekend we jointly celebrated Erin's birthday (which was Saturday the 15th) and mine (which is tomorrow, the 18th). Rebecca's parents gave my a gift bag brimming with chocolates, most of them decadent. My sister- and brother-in-law also gave me the traditional 1lb fancy chocolate bar (and RONA gift certificate, to be spent on a stand for my compunt miter saw). So all this means is that it's a damn good thing that I am playing soccer and ultimate frisbee this fall, or else I would be extremely fat. It also means that I will be asking for liposuction and a new insulin-producing pancreas for Christmas.

 

The other thing is that when we came back from dinner to pick up Pokey, there was a box of junk that Rebecca's dad brought up for her to go through. In this box was a shoebox filled with academic award plaques, of which I don't recall ever having any. So that lead me to wonder: how is it that I got to finish 3 university degrees, and am working on a PhD in the area of cognitive neuroscience, but never received, oh I don't know, maybe a science award or something?

Today was the last day of summer. Labour day. Funny how the day end up being used by many to do work around the house. I used it to finish my second utility shelf for the garage. I finished half the job by noon, when Alan came over and we went and rented a nice bloody movie called Pathfinder, featuring barbarians. Miranda and Alex came by to borrow a drill partway through the movie, so it seems they were getting things done today as well. By the time Alex had returned with the drill, I was just finishing up the shelf, so I got my summer shelving project in just under the wire.

 

After I cleaned myself up, I resumed my search for a song. The other day on the radio, I heard an Eddie Vedder cover of a song I remembered hearing long ago. I looked it up. The song is called Hard Sun, from the album Big Harvest buy a guy working under the name Indio. Anyways, it was a good song at the time. I don't blindly support the argument that remakes are never as good as the original. I think when a remake comes out, and a younger generation flocks to it, people who remember the original play the "remakes suck" card as a way of reclaiming the song. Basically the music world's equivalent of "what evr u n00b... u r teh suxx0r". It's just elitism, in my opinion. However, in this particular case, I quite prefer the original, mostly because I don't care much for Eddie Vedder's singing. I shall have to come up with a witty characterization of it sometime for a future blog. Anyways, the original CD by Gordon Peterson, working under the band name Indio, is out of print. Can't find it for sale online through any online stores, except used for a great sum of cash. Nor is it available electronically, except through a dodgy russian mp3 site. Guess I'll have to keep my eye out at used CD stores, or else on ebay.

 

And now, off to bed. Tomorrow is the first day of school, after all (well, sort of. It's buddy day).