Victory! The schoolhouse had only one bag of trash for today's pick-up. David Suzuki: eat your heart out, for we are truly the new gods of small eco-footprint North American living!

Defeat! Old Oak is on a tantrum rampage, citing the fact that I am a rude, untrustworthy liar. He is fairly sure that I've conspired to fuckulate-up the starter on both his truck and his four-wheeler, and dead certain I have sabotaged his broadband connection. In retaliation, he's in a huff.

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Victory! Littlestar scored us a meeting with a film company, and we went into the city and spoke smoothly to a very receptive executive producer. It was an auspicious start to our brand new sales effort (our small company had subsisted entirely on word of mouth advertising since 1997), and more encouraging than we had any right to expect.

Defeat! Littlestar's car has been begging other cars in the neighbourhood to help it commit suicide so it can end its life with dignity. The tires fall off, and when they're not falling off the engine won't turnover. It wobbles, and also shimmies. The deforgulator doesn't deforgulate the windows, it just makes my face dry. The end of the purple Nissan is nigh.


Victory! I am being paid to write a couple of articles. It isn't much money and it's for a less than prestigious client, but it's cash badly needed to grease the wheels of life. I have much research to do.

Defeat! No word yet from iFilm on whether or not they'll distribute Space Attack!


Victory! I enjoyed the trailer for Star Wars III: The Return of the King -- probably more than I'll end up enjoying the actual feature. I tried to save a copy to my desktop but the damn thing was all fouled-up with DRM. Because that kind of thing pissies me off I spent some time trying to circumvent it. I managed to capture the picture, but I can't seem to get the audio. (Anyone out there manage to strip it? I have video it can be married to.) Lame on, lamers!

Defeat! Another one of the kitchen cupboards spontaneously fell apart. Newfie handiwork credo: it'll do in a pinch.


Victory! Some of my NSF-sucking clients finally coughed up their payments, so once again we're able to buy beer! I am drinking beer right now, in celebration. If I pour a couple of these coolers into Littlestar I think I can get lucky. Beer beer beer, bed bed bed!

Defeat! Our old and cherished dog Jag was "sent off to school" today, in the words of the veterinarian's wife (who prefers to think of old, sick friends as graduating to someplace wonderful rather than simply expiring by lethal injection). He will be sadly missed by everyone at the schoolhouse. In the words of my brother, "He's the dog that taught us to love dogs again."


Victory! Spring is coming.

Defeat! The days are too short. I will die before I accomplish a tenth of what I wish.