Thursday, May 16, 2019

everyone else, sell your shoe laces

Bland weaponry used by a kilt wearing sparrow ate lunch with her sister's pet judgement.

Not all of the licorice made up of racing sadness was consumed by the three year old who'd just recently lost, again, his left shoe.

Night time aquatics aren't reminiscent of something I'd forgotten. I should know.

In thirteen days the date will be a prime number; the last two digits of the current year is also a prime number; the third letter of the fast food restaurant around the corner is not a prime number, and is also not a number.

Detergent used as a night crawler makes the day time smell just slightly less rank.

Don't make the slop slirpy.

Monday, May 13, 2019


I decided to walk home from work yesterday. It took about two hours to get to where I stopped to eat, and then about two and a quarter hours to get home from there. Below are some intersection signs to show my progress.

First I walked from work up to the corner of Sherbrooke and Peel; and then walked the whole length of Sherbrooke to the end. Note that clicking on any image will give a larger version of it.

This mural is either just off of Decarie or very close to it; I can't quite remember.

It is hard to tell, but dead center in this photo is the tower that supports the new bridge on Rue St-Jacques as it crosses over Decarie Expressway.

Here is the Expressway heading north.

It's a bit tough to see in this one, but this is the end of Sherbrooke street, where it crosses with Westminster.

Walk south on Westminster to Broughton, take Broughton to the end where Google Maps shows it as 'Devils Hill'; shown below (though it doesn't show well in the photo) is the steep street that I walked down.

This Lafleur's resto is visible from the highway and countless times, either in my own car, or on a bus, I've passed this place though I can't recall if I've ever stopped to eat there until this day.

From the resto I walked a short distance along the highway until 1st Avenue in Lachine, where there is a bridge over the highway.

Between around 2nd avenue and 20th avenue my left knee started to, in small spurts, feel tender. Fortunately, this passed.

Between LePage and Pine Beach I kept looking behind me to see if a 203 bus was coming; this would have taken me home instead of walking the last three kms. At one point I was about 200m from a bus stop for the 203 when it zoomed past; I hadn't looked back soon enough to see it in the distance to allow me to sprint to the stop; so I didn't end up taking the bus.

The question now becomes, would I do this again? Also, I have made plans to take the train out to the farthest Exo train station and walk home from there; would I still want to do that after having had this experience? I think it is early to tell, and I may do the first Exo walk (the shortest one) to see how that goes.

Friday, May 10, 2019

rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain

It is certainly making the grass green.

I'm looking forward to the day I can walk home from work.

Google says it is 21.7 km and would take about four and a half hours to do it.

So if I left at 16h, stopped about half way to eat a meal and some fast food place, and then continued home, I'd get home by about 21h.

I just checked and found that there is a Lafleur resto that is almost exactly halfway, and it is only a few hundred meters off of the path I'd be taking.

Maybe I'll do it Sunday.

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

Singing out loud, like a parenthesis

I'm reading 'The Shining' by Stephen King. I am not sure if I've read this one before; I'm just over 3/7ths through it and what I'm remembering of the book is perhaps only what is known through pop-cult references.

I'm not counting to eleven out loud using my absolute loudest voice.

If I was a dandelion, I'd make sure to glow bombastically when the sun was shining at an angle greater than 31 degrees.

It is dangerous to think that all of the smallest sized cornucopias would derange themselves for your favour. I should know.

Monday, April 29, 2019

derelict eye openers painted orange and quasi-esoteric

So I'm thinking of this home made retirement home for my friends and I.

I keep adding details to it, as I think more about it. This happens to me sometimes when I get an idea, I just take off with it going into the most minuscule details ad nauseum until either I bring the idea to life, or, I really reach the end of what I can think of and move on.

When I planned my 41st birthday, and my 16000th day party I went into this detail of planning.

For this home made retirement home idea, I'm thinking I may turn it into a presentation booklet that I then print six copies of; and then, at an opportune moment I ask for half an hour of time with my six-pack friends, give them each a copy and go through it with them. At the moment, the format it is in is a simple notepad using indents to separate topic titles from topic details.

We'll all be together for the long weekend in May, so that would be the opportunity to present it, especially considering in that moment we'll already be sharing a home for the weekend. So I have about three weeks to get the presentation ready, if this is what I end up doing.

If I get the go ahead, perhaps I will post the details here of the ongoing process to get to the vision I have. Well, about that vision, I have a very clear vision as to what this could all look like in the end as I have given considerable thought to it; but I hope to be able to stress that I am not married irrevocably to my vision; if we are to share this home, we should all have fair input into what features it should have, how it should look and everything else about the procedure in terms of how we get there.

I'll tag this post as 'Retirement House' (until we get a better name for it) so that in this blog the posts will get grouped together. At 16750 days old, I still have potentially around 5800 days before I retire, however, the sooner we put in action this plan, the sooner our individual housing expenses get pooled together which significantly drops our day to day and month to month living expenses which means that the amount I need to retire drops significantly also. If we manage to put this plan into action within five years, I could theoretically retire at that time given what savings I have now, and what I anticipate being able to save over the next five years.

Friday, April 26, 2019

yep step wren

Indeed, on this day back in 2002 my first born, a son, was born.

That was the first day I became a dad.

Just watched some Kyle Eschen, impressive magician.

Little else to report, except that it is raining.

Monday, April 15, 2019

two times two is nineteen?

So, a Hyundai Ioniq Hybrid or an Accent 5 door?

Once the house is sold, I get to buy one of these two. If fuel economy was my only factor, the Hybrid wins (4L/100KM compared to 7.3L/100KM).

If price was the only factor, the Accent 5 Door would win (22,383$ vs 33,245$).

With desired accessories as well as 1000$ trade in of existing van and 10,000$ deposit from funds received from sale of house, bi-weekly payments for three years, the Accent 5 Door (Preferred model) would be 158$. The Ioniq Hybrid (Preferred model), also bi-weekly for three years, would be 306$. So, to lower the bi-weekly payment of the Ioniq, I would put down a larger deposit, with a 20,000$ deposit, the three year bi-weekly amount drops to 174$.

I could likely pay the full cost of either car with proceeds from the sale of the house, however, the financing interest rate is either zero (Accent) or low (1.99% Ioniq) and so putting money into retirement investments that can grow at 5-7% makes more sense. On the other hand, I do not want to affect my monthly cash flow too much, and so I'd ideally like the bi-weekly payments to hover within the 150-200$ range.

Oh, and I also compared BMO Investor Line with Questrade, and I'm still leaning towards the latter.

That's about it.

Friday, April 12, 2019

counting the chickens before they bake

It has been a while since I have posted here.

Oh well.

Here I am today putting to words what thoughts I am having at the moment. Not much.

It is like a barrel of cheesecake smelling of three day old sweaty socks being served to an olfactory limited sturgeon. Or, like a marble being chewed by a teenaged female goat.

Not all of the visionaries know how to count to eleven by skipping the non-prime numbers.

Not all of the numbers know what year it was the last time it rained 125mm in San Diego during the first week of September.

I would post more than this, but to do so

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

painting all of the oranges orange

I gave blood today. It went well, as it always does.

Tomorrow is the first Thursday of this month. I should know; I verified by looking at a calendar.

Asparagus has become my favourite vegetable, can't get enough of it.

I did not get kicked in the shin today, and I was pretty pleased about that. I also did not get kicked in the shin yesterday.

What else is there to say?

Time will tell, as it always does.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

The complicated nature of silt

Oh well, that's what the cat dragged in. Count it twice, but not a third time, well, unless you really want to.

All of the NTU stuff, when mispelled, becomes NUT.

In three more minutes something that is expected to happen in three minutes will happen.

I'm getting better at making such predictions.

Okay, good luck!

Thursday, March 21, 2019

wow, what a nice polka dot you have!


Greta Thunberg.


Long walks.

Eating ice cream.

Going to the gym.

Spartan Races.

Summer Olympics.

Carbon offsets.

School Strike for Climate.

What else?

These are some of the things I have been thinking about recently.