3? ? Left, a teacher blog that I really like, has been on fire this week with Department Of Ed buzzword bingo (note to self: print and discreetly pass out at the next LCC staff development meeting) and this:
Canadian Piracy
This article from Danwei explains China’s position on intellectual property, and explains that Canada is a way bigger piracy threat than China. The gist is that if you if you total the amount of money lost on pirated software in Canada and in China (forget that Canadian prices are a bit higher than Chinese), and then divide it by the number of people in each country (that’s 1.3 billion in China, and I think 12 people in Canada? Maybe only 10 now that PandaPassport and Humanaught moved to China), you get the per capita piracy loss.
I think the final values are $16.78 per pirating Canuck, and $1.68 for each Chinese pirate, which totally proves that our neighbors to the north are the problem.
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A Nice Fire-Engine Red
I tried to convince Stick that this fire engine would solve all my driving problems. Too much traffic? Turn on the flashers! No place to park? Park in the fire lane! Forget when we parked the car? Oh, yeah, it’s the GIANT RED FIRETRUCK!
Instead, we got a silver Saturn, which does turn a little more easily than the fire engine. (Not that Stick would let me test-drive the firetruck.)
Anything? Really?
The editors at FTTW thought it would be fun to let me rant about anything I wanted. They won’t make that mistake again.
Maybe I don’t hate YouTube and MySpace as much as I hate that a capital letter in the middle of fairly unoriginal compound word is suddenly hip. Please, let this go the way of the mid-word @.
Read the whole article here, before they rethink their decision.
This is what my blog looks like to me right now. It's also how GMail looks. I think I'll go read until the storm's over.
Super-Secret Bridal Shower
Katie’s super-secret shower was yesterday and now I can stop saying “your sho–bachelorette party”. I am the worst person ever when it come to keeping secrets, it was so hard for me not to mention the shower.
Later we went out for Katie’s bachelorette. First we went for drinks and barbeque, and when our first round came, I asked everyone to raise our glasses in a toast to our bride, and Katie’s sister raised her already-empty glass. I’m sure you can imagine the rest the rest of the night!
Why The World Needs English Majors
I heard an advertisement on the radio today for Gatsby Gardens, and I had to Google it to make sure I heard it right. Yeah, it’s real.
I may have blogged about this before, but seriously, naming a luxury product “Gatsby” may not be the greatest marketing strategy ever.
Dear Smiley Man At The Tollboth On Exit 10,
Dear Smiley Man At The Tollbooth At Exit 10,
I will change lanes and wait in a longer line to hear you say “Have a good one, Missy!” instead of your coworkers’ “Nnnnuh”. You make my commute less miserable every day. Please don’t retire.
Sincerely,
Meg
High School Themesongs
So we’ve got a rental car, what with Stick’s cougar getting crashed a few weeks ago. If anyone from our insurance company is reading this, can I emphasize that it was NOT MY FAULT? (Sorry if I’ve been a little vague on this part of my adventures, I only have bruises and I promise I will write something about it when I can make it not so awful.)
Our rental is a 2007 Ford Taurus, which is a really ugly beige, but fairly easy to drive, at least for those people who aren’t jittery at the wheel. It also has a tape deck…
Yeah, a tape deck in a 2007 car. I don’t understand it either, but I did rush home and dig out my shoebox of old cassette tapes. I was planning on leaving my tapes at my mom’s house, but Stick looked at the assortment of boxes I was bringing to our apartment, and said “You call that a dowry?” so I put R.E.M. and friends in the U-Haul. My collection is skewed a little bit towards mix tapes from old boyfriends, but I also have R.E.M., Gin Blossoms, Toad the Wet Sprocket, and others. It’s like 1995 on my drive to school!
