Mixed Gems 02

Mixed Gems 02

Monday, Mar 29, 2021

Listening To: Little Sprout - Fake Cake
Photo: Stanley supervises Mr Merlot’s performance
Video: Mixed Gems TV Episode 2

Last show of the pandemic. Done. I was hesitant about this one as we are ramping into a third wave due to the slack pandemic response by both citizens and government locally (see: Slow Canada: Here’s How Badly We Muffed the Pandemic).

But we forged ahead with only three performers unmasked and a otherwise (distanced/masked) skeleton crew. This unit is going to stay isolated for a time to make sure it doesn’t spread anything, I hope the others do the same. Chances are low, but it’s better to be safe.

The show, while mostly comprised of pre-recorded submissions went well. A very savvy director and crew made it so that after initial show prep, it was smooth sailing. While the rough and tumble of less experienced staff learning the ropes is the intended goal of the production equipment, considering the timing, it was most welcome.

“STANLEY STOLE THE SHOW” was the overwhelming response. The bugger loves attention SO much that he stayed on stage for the entire thing. And even awake. I assumed he’d wander off for a nap at one point but never did. Even watching the closing act perform and loving the crew afterwards.

Everybody was masked for our bus ride home (I’d had a few :-), which was surprising, as the few other times we’d braved transit it was a nightmare, so bad that we’ve jumped off and walked home.

It’s starting to be nice out and with the wave upon us, expect a slow spring of solo expeditions. Unless we get to the “stay at home order stage” stage.

Well, then I win a bet…

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The End of the Random Snog

The End of the Random Snog

Monday, Feb 15, 2021

Listening To: Alien Boys - Night Danger (“Mother Chaos” is my fave)
Photo: Alien Boys play a boxing ring.

I’m not one for celebrating commercial holidays, but Valentine’s day was still still a bit rough.

Running into a lot of “science-unawareness” in my attempts to date in the midst of a pandemic.

Despite following all the guidelines and having no contact with any outside household for almost two months now (won’t lie, it’s been rough), I’ve actually been told twice I was thought to be “COVID unsafe”. Maybe it’s my appearance or demeanour, I haven’t got it sussed out.

On the bright side, I’m not up for a judgemental partner, so at least they are weeding themselves out. Right?

No choice but to continue. Spending the next four or five years (what, you think this is gonna be over in the fall?) single just isn’t an option.

ps. From The Guardian: No more drunken random snogging, perhaps ever.

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Snow Day

Snow Day

Saturday, Feb 13, 2021

Listening To: Liquids - Life is pain Idiot
Photo: Damn cat’s gotta photo-bomb everything.

Had a nice walk, took some pics. Hard to do when it’s overcast. Think a chair and lamp by this big window would be nice for reading.

No thanks world, not today.

Bonus Item: Pop music made on a warm summer day. In Spain: Russian Red - The Sun The Trees

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Sun Posers

Sun Posers

Sunday, Feb 7, 2021

Listening To: Supermoon - Playland
Photo: A Sunny Day Out With Stanley

Minus fourteen (Celsius) in the forecast. Spent the day hanging in the sun.

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Safe Beer

Safe Beer

Saturday, Jan 23, 2021

Listening to: Sweeping Promises - Hunger for a Way Out
Photo: another Olympus D-360L pic circa 1999. Octoberfest. Get ten thousand Germans drunk in a massive tent and they… dance on the tables. Munich was a great place to live.

I do love to have a couple of beers and talk up a storm. In normal times it’s often available seven days a week at gigs or the studio (a music-oriented LGBTQ friendly all-ages ‘safe space’ venue full of interesting people). Alas it’s become rather complicated in the last year.

The best research I’ve found says that being thirteen feet apart outdoors or in a ventilated space should be safe. It fits with Ontario’s new rules and Europe’s direction. By coincidence, that’s the same length as the bar in the main room. So in theory, it’s a go. Two people, one at either end and keep the music low so you don’t have to shout.

I’ll run it by a local doctor I’ve been chatting with.

He gives me homework.

It’s awesome.

update: was referred to the guidelines for low intensity exercise when facility is in use. So, keep the ventilation system “fan on”. The distance is more than adequate.

ps. Scientists just learned a lot more about dinosaur butts

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Firefox Addons

Firefox Addons

Thursday, Jan 21, 2021

Listening to: Dream Nails - Dream Nails
Photo: pic taken with my first digital camera, the Olympus D-360L (bought 1999 in New Orleans). Still works!

I use Firefox. One of only a small percentage of people who do these days. The market is dominated by Chrome and it’s derivatives. I could go on about how a mono-culture on web access is dangerous, or how that it would be headed by what is effectively an ad firm/data broker with little sense of ethics, but I’d be digressing.

This is about add-ons. Mostly so I don’t forget what I’m using. You’ll probably want to go back to doing something more relevant to your life at this point (videos of goats cavorting is my go-to).

uBlock Origin - blocks lots of ads* and crap. Makes the web faster to browse.

Privacy Possum - reduces and/or falsifies data gathered by tracking companies.

Privacy Badger - learns to block invisible trackers.

Firefox Multi-Account Containers - lets you run each website in isolation.

Facebook Container - wraps Facebook automatically and generally screws with their tracking elsewhere on the web.

Decentraleyes - Messes with CDN (Content Delivery Network) delivery. Third parties that host web content and may monetise your data.

ClearURL’s - Removes tracking elements built into links and URL’s themselves.

HTTPS Everywhere - Just removed this one as the feature is now built into Firefox. Warns you when you load insecure websites (any password would be transmitted as plain text).

*I have no problems with seeing ads. I ran a site for a decade that depended on them for revenue. But those were topical, self-hosted and did not contain any trackers. Alas, many modern ad services are kinda shitty about that stuff.

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Fraser River Park

Fraser River Park

Tuesday, Jan 12, 2021

Listening to: Negative Scanner - Nose Picker

Photo: Fraser River Park

Stanley likes digging a hole at the beach, dropping his ball into it then barking at the ball for a spell. Dig another hole, move the ball, bark at the ball…

Brain the size of a pea, I swear.

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Mr. Flay and "Gormanghast"

Mr. Flay and "Gormanghast"

Monday, Jan 11, 2021

Listening to: Personality Crisis - Mrs. Palmer

Photo: Snowshoeing on Seymour with Stanley

The domain “Flay.Com” seems to get a lot of attention. Not the content (though I’d be flattered), but the name itself.

“Flay” is derived from one of my favourite trilogies, “Gormanghast” by Mervyn Peake. The first, “Titus Groan” was published in 1946 and the second “Gormanghast” in 1950. Some think they are on the level of better known authors like Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. I do. The first two books are unique in that, while certainly fiction and often classified as ‘fantasy’, they don’t actually contain much in the way of fantastic or supernatural elements. Full of ponderous description, if you’re a reader that visually imagines the scenes described, it’s chock full of wonder.

Mr. Flay was the Lord’s personal servant in the series, one of the core characters. I finally got to see the BBC film adaption of Gormanghast years ago when I bought the DVD set. Christopher Lee played the part of Mr. Flay along with a well chosen cast. Worth a watch IMHO.

If you visit the official site, mervynpeake.org, you can find some of the original character sketches and more information on his writings and life:

“Mr Flay appeared to clutter up the doorway as he stood revealed, his arms folded, surveying the smaller man before him in an expressionless way. It did not look as though such a bony face as his could give normal utterance, but rather that instead of sounds, something more brittle, more ancient, something dryer would emerge, something perhaps more in the nature of a splinter or fragment of stone. Nevertheless, the harsh lips parted. ‘It’s me,’ he said, and took a step forward into the room, his knee joints cracking as he did so. His passage across the room - in fact his passage through life - was accompanied by these cracking sounds, one per step, which might be likened to the breaking of twigs.”

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My Friend Percy

My Friend Percy

Saturday, Jan 9, 2021

Listening to: Red Gate Compilation Mixtape

Year ago I used to volunteer as a barn worker for a local rescue. S.A.I.N.T.S. in mission is a pretty unique place. A home/refuge/hospice that specialises in older animals. So looked forward it every week.

As I cleaned out the stalls, various animals would participate. Chewie would always make mischief. Tipping over your wheelbarrow JUST when you finally finished filling it. So much character, he always got a skritch between the horns when I wandered by.

Pigs, goats, llama, sheep, horses, dogs, cats, birds, rabbits and more inhabited the place. But some of my favourites were the cows.

Percy (pictured) was a 2000 pound steer hand raised after being rescued from a calf auction. The closest thing to a “lap cow” you’d ever meet. Always curious, he would run over to say hi when you passed by. It should be mentioned he was a bit licky. OK, a lot licky. I mean, in an affectionate way, like a dog. But with a massive tongue that felt like it was going to take your skin off when he wrapped it around your arm.

And he smelled good. Perhaps it was growing up on and around farms as a kid, but the smell of cow has always been a strong olfactory memory. When biking through nearby pasture country I’ll always cruise slowly with my visor up, taking in the barnyard smells.

Heck, as kids we played “king of the hill” on mounds of dried poo. Good for the immune system I once read.

If the world ever returns to normal, S.A.I.N.T.S. used to have tours at 11:00am Saturday and Sundays. By donation. Totally worth it.

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Stepping Out On The Town

Stepping Out On The Town

Friday, Jan 8, 2021

Listening to: Kyla La Grange - Vampire Smile (video)

Christmas Eve I made some changes to my life. Which under the pandemic rules here meant that I was “stateless”. Living solo and able to attach to another household. It’s not only permitted but seemingly encouraged as this all drags on. The risk from a “singleton” has been gauged negligible and the mental health benefits for all parties far outweigh any minor quibbles. That I also work alone, avoid the bus and changed my habits so I don’t frequent any busy/unsafe establishments means the risk to others is even lower.

And I can tell you, after enduring two weeks of household quarantine, they’re not wrong. Being solo all the time is not only a drag, but starts to stress you out. Seeing as long term stress can lead to health complications, the whole policy starts making sense.

I’ve been given (or researched) some additional guidelines. Pandemic “safe” dating, distanced walks or other such activities are all good. If it steps over the line, even something as simple as having dinner or visiting somebody’s house, that means you’ve “attached” yourself to the person/household. Which is also OK. If whatever you’ve mixed yourself up in ends… it’s back to another two weeks of being driven insane conversing with your cat solo before you can “try again” with another person/household.

note: What’s official online is a rather vague and lacking in specifics, so all this has been gleaned from multiple science-based sources.

Excited and apprehensive at the same time. I’m not on social media and don’t really want to agree to the terms of service for a dating site, so it’s going to be down to… bravery?

Oh dear.

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