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Author: NiteMayr

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Kevin was born on the mossy hills of Scotland and lived for a while in West Lothian before the mores of pre-Thatcher and REALLY pre-Oasis Great Britain sent his family across the ocean to North America. They moved here and there and Kevin did the same when he was old enough. Now he lives in London with his family and a Dog.

Kevin Wardrop is an amateur writer, amateur photographer and professional pain in the ass. He has worked in the PC support business for most of his adult life and has been accustomed to simply answering technical questions as a matter of fiat, it was his career choice after all. Now he herds cats and puppies for a living as well as babysitting the web enterprises at the heart of western industry.

Giant Houses

Published by NiteMayr on August 27, 2004

I spent some tie in Kincardine *as you know* and I noticed quite frequently that alot of the new development that was going on in Kincardine was of these giant houses. I mean houses that take up most of their lot.

This would not be such a big deal if these ships of the land were not so monstrously huge, but enough is enough folks. In a DINK family, there is simply no need for a 4 bedroom house, really.

Not to mention the waste, water and electricity usage of houses this large. Wow. The audacity of these people, I can afford it so why can’t I do it? Well, lets examine that statement, a billionaire could, theoretically BUY a whole state from a country, does that mean they do not need to obey the laws of said state?

Just something to think about

We Made it Back!

Published by NiteMayr on August 20, 2004

Click Here to see the sunset, well, see one of them

We made it back in one piece, more or less. Now the march towards Xmas begins!

I took a large number of pix while in Ontario, 86 of which made it back with me on my Camera, and a bunch more in person.

After some frantic searching this afternoon, I found the cables for my Camera and saved the images to my computer. I’ve uploaded the best sunset pic (until I fix the panorama that is) the link is above.

I’ll have to say thanks to my Mum and Dad again and again until I’m sure they are clear as to how much fun I had on this trip, no touristy stuff, no touring the sights, just hanging out with my ‘rents. After such a long time away, just hanging out is the best vacation.

We walked along the beach with the kids a few times, Elizabeth really loved it when she got to splash along the shoreline, that was the highlight of the vacation for her I think.

Jenny got to spend a great deal of time with her Family, which of course, ruined my plans, but c’est la vie.

Otherwise, this was the best vacation I’ve been on in about 7 years, bar none.

I could, however, travel with a better airline next time.

Damn Guitar Lessons!

Published by NiteMayr on July 21, 2004

It has been months at this point, but I am still way behind on my Guitar lessons. Last night I spent 20 mins just noodling around, but didn’t get down to my lessons, I recorded a short (6 minute) sample of my playing that became a 20 second sample in the end. That is how little of my guitar playing was worth keeping on hand!

I’ll have to seriously get back on track with both my guitar and going to the gym, it has been nearly two weeks since I’ve engaged in any serious gym activities (I’ve been taking long walks and so on, but those just don’t help)

Zombie Movies from Western Europe

Published by NiteMayr on July 10, 2004

Germany:

E:: Good God, why are you gnawing on my forearm? Are you a zombie now? Yes, my god, you are a zombie now!

G: Guter Gott, warum zerfressen Sie auf meinem Unterarm? Sind Sie ein Zombie jetzt? Ja mein Gott, sind Sie ein Zombie jetzt!

E: Do you enjoy brains? I, myself, enjoy the odd frontal lobe or two.

G: Genießen Sie Gehirne? I, selbst, genießen den ungeraden frontalen Vorsprung oder die zwei.

E: If I was to shoot you in the head, are you sure you would not still come back to eat my toes?

G: Wenn ich Sie im Kopf schießen sollte, sind Sie Sie würden nicht noch zurückkommen, um meine Zehen zu essen sicher?

France

E: Are you not the actor I saw in the film Speed? No, you are not, you are a zombie!

F: N’êtes-vous pas l’acteur que j’ai vu dans la vitesse de film ? Non, vous n’êtes pas, vous êtes un zombi !

E: Don’t you love the lights of the city my love? No, I will not give you my brains, how rude!

F: Don’t vous aimez les lumières de la ville mon amour ? Non, je ne vous donnerai pas mes cerveaux, comment grossier !

E: Give to me the small firearms ammunition, I am about to pray to the deity and then raise hell upon these fiendish louts!

F: Donnez-moi les petites armes à feu munitions, je suis sur le point de prier à la déité et puis de soulever l’enfer sur ces louts diaboliques !

Beautiful

Published by NiteMayr on June 23, 2004

And this explains the American Presidency: H.L. Mencken writing in the Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920: ” … when a candidate for public office faces the voters he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is the fact that they are quite incapable of weighing ideas, or even of comprehending any save the most elemental–men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. So confronted, the candidate must either bark with the pack or be lost. ” … all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre–the man who can most adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum. “The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” (Emphasis added)

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An old Post on Slashdot

Published by NiteMayr on June 12, 2004

This made me smile when I read it again today, so I’ll post it again, but here:

Sheesh, It’s not the lack of outlets, it’s the lack of variety. Of course they are entitled to it, they are not guarenteed it, you dolt. You are entitled to eventualy own a car and a house, but if you don’t leave your house and get a job or you know, inherit, they you won’t get one. I’m not asking for the entertainment fairy to visit each and every community in the US of A, but I am asking the Government to prevent any one body, who is not a licensed broadcaster, from buying X percentage of airtime on a given outlet. (Ryan Seacrest can only go so many places at once sigh

Licensed broadcasters can make said decisions, but it seems to me that the content of said ads should conform to advertising rules.

Now you’re thinking, but what about all of those infomercials, fatty? Yeah, you got me. I’m not sure what to say about that. Except, I’m glad to be Canadian, where we have Canadian content rules that guarentee me some form of Candian Entertainment each hour. Yay Canada!

As it happens, you do seem to want to regulate what people hear ayway, or at least your FCC does.

Given the text of the article, it seems possible that a given concern, say, I dunno, maybe Maggie Thatcher got herself the three dollars it costs to buy 24 hours of air time in Barrow. Stick with me here this gets good. Then, those guys who are forced, through lack of bandwidth/cash to listen to the radio for entertainment (the fricking horror) and they are then subsequently forced to listen to the same bilious mouth that spawned your intellect. You can see where things would rapidly go downhill for good old Barrow. I mean imagine it:

“is that stupid c*#t still on the air?”
“yeah, but she paid for it so it is oh kay”
“Wanna go amuse ourselves with the locals again?”
“Sure”

Yes, they do in fact fail to capitalize their sentences, true.

You can see the potential problems for poor old Barrow now, huh? No? You live in Barow you say? No wonder the moose look worried (I’ve seen the Moose out there, take that as a compliment)

(Hey, I’m not looking to raise the level of debate. I just wanna bring it down to a size small enough that I can drag it into the toilet and give it a swirly)

And if you have read this far and didn’t at least smile, I failed and concede defeat…ah me

Is Superman a Republicain

Published by NiteMayr on June 8, 2004

I found myself wondering about how different Super Hero types would vote in an Election (given that the Majority are Americans I’ll keep my observations to the American versions, but if you like Substitute Republican with Tory or Nationalist where appropriate and Democrats with Liberals or Labour where necessary)

Superman: While the big blue cheese is certainly a symbol of Americana, it is likely that a great deal of his corniness comes from a slanted world view. He grew up in Kansas, and despite what the SMALLVILLE folks may be passing off to us, was brought up in a household where Momma did all the housework and Poppa brought home the bacon. While this type of down home upbringing, paired with incredible powers, have produced an Apple pie loving American boy, it seems to have produced a very weak facade along with it, cracked every so often when placed under stress. His Kansas-born values, along with his consistent knee bending to the “American Way” leads me to believe that Superman would be a Republican, perhaps a socially moderate one.

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During the “Legends” storyline, Superman was portrayed as toeing the line, simply obeying without question. Later he would be portrayed as a tool of the Government, as in the “Dark Knight Strikes Back.”

Verdict: Republican

Mean Spritited Post

Published by NiteMayr on May 25, 2004

Sometimes, I don’t get the immediate feedback that tells me that I am simply blowing smoke out of my ass. However, I can often hear the words coming out of my mouth and realize, “hey, I’m talking a load of crap here!” Some people would do well to learn this skill.