So our cat Shiny has munched on the power cable for my laptop, likely resulting in some sort of short and the subsequent catastrophic failure of said power supply.
The end result is that while I wait for a replacement to be shipped to me I am not really online much (for better or worse) as I’ve only the desktop computer in the basement, or Lisas netbook to use.
Not the end of the world, but a nuisance.
Ok, on Monday I traded my M1 for an M2 (Graduated Motorcycle Licence) having waited the requisite 60 days after receiving my M1 (I don’t get it, but I don’t make the rules), having completed the Canada Safety Councils “Gearing up” course last month.
Yesterday I became the proud owner of a Sym Symba (a copy of the venerable Honda Cub), and finally spent a few hours zipping around the neighborhood this morning.
I have ZERO experience riding (other than the course) and am feeling my way around on this. The Symba, aside from giving me a little more experience riding, should give us more flexibility when it comes to our one car household (meaning I can take the Symba to work, instead of leaving Lisa without a car), and the fuel economy cannot be beat.
I still stare longingly at sport bikes as they zip past, but I’ll be learning my way around the Symba for a bit yet, and I’ll admit I’m groovin on this little bike!
I’m sure the firearms fans visiting this site already know them by heart, but lets cover the fundamental firearms safety rules again for the new folk shall we;
1) Assume every firearm is loaded
2) Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire
3) Don’t point the firearm at anything you are not prepared to destroy, and
4) Know what’s behind your target.
-1 for common sense, +1 for problem solving… it’s a wonder some of these people know how to operate pants.
Last Monday we left our home at 4:00am to board the red-eye to Texas. This was both a vacation for us, and a visit to see Piet and family that was long overdue.
It was a great break and was our first vacation in over five years. One which included two of my now favorite places in Austin, The Alamo Drafthouse and Rudys.
There is the distinct possibility that I am suffering some form of meat poisoning at this point, but I can’t help think that it was worth it.
Lots of heat, some guns and shooting, some techno-tinkering and beer and BBQ, what more could you want?