My baby is born!
Name: Woody Scotcherson
Born: May 27, 2005
Location: Islay, Scotland
Weight: 255 Litres
Complexion: 3 ppm of peat
If you'd like to see my baby, you can click here.
Signed,
Proud Father / Member of the Bruichladdich Barrel Boys
Duke
Everyone needs a blog, even a Freelance Hero. Especially a Freelance Hero.
Name: Woody Scotcherson
It's been a busy couple of days. Andrea, myself, Dan, and Dan's girlfriend all went to Wonderland this past weekend. This is the first time I've ever been to Wonderland (that I can remember, at least) and I have to say that I enjoyed it, albeit not as much as I enjoy the Disney theme parks. But I did go upside down on a roller coaster for the very first time, which is worth noting.
Last night, I was fortunate enough to sleep in a real bed.
I checked my PO box yesterday, and word has come back from England that they don't want me in their grad school. Pip pip.
The little counter on this blog does more than just keep track of how many people come for a visit. It also tells me where people come from, how often they visit, and what pages they link from.
Well, there was no tube floating this weekend. Nor was there much stepping-foot-outside. It was pretty stinking cold, and most of our collective time was spent inside the cottage.
Riz passed this to me, so here we go:
I've checked my voicemail an unhealthy amount over the past few days. The more frustrating my current job becomes, the more anxious I am to move on and leave the old one behind. This isn't to say that I'd leave Kingston before the end of the summer - quite the contrary - but a sign that I have some form of permanent employment would be welcome, at this point.
There hasn't been word yet regarding my second aptitude test for the one job, but I did have the chance to write another aptitude test for another job over this weekend. The waiting is the hardest part.
It's amazing the difference the sun makes.
It was a tight race. I came very close to failing one of the tests and there's another that I won't hear back on for a few weeks, but I made it to the second round of testing. That means I've got a good chance at being called in for an interview for sometime next month. Very exciting.
I'm leaving for Ottawa in less than two hours. I'd meant to study more over the past few days, but there always seemed to be other things to do.
41. Slowly getting drunk during a really good meal.
Andrea and I just got back from Ottawa about an hour ago. It was a great trip, and we had really good weather for it. Most of it was spent in various bars and restaurants, but we did manage to get in a good hike down out in Gatineau on Saturday. We stayed with Jess and Peter (sister and brother-in-law, respectively), who were kind enough to both let us crash at their place and buy us both Italian and Thai food.
Colonel David Hackworth passed away today. Soldiers for the Truth is carrying a beautiful eulogy that explains who he was and what he stood for far better than I ever could.
He was an erudite student, bound to be a professor one day.
26. Going through the Tim Hortons drive thru and ordering an everything bagel, toasted, with herb and garlic cream cheese. And a large coffee. With milk.
I woke up today to real, honest-to-goodness sunshine for the first time in ages. I'm going to have a cigar on the balcony after dinner tonight.
Lang came up with this some time ago. I'll be doing this in irregular installments. Enjoy.
This past weekend was interesting - first chance getting back in "the field" (Army slang for being on exercise) in close to a year. Unfortunately, it meant that I didn't get quite as much sleep as I would've liked. This weekend was actually better than average, and I was looking at the equivalent of around 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Much better than the 3-4 hours in a week that I've done on occasion.