Time to get a new camera soon so that I’ll have time to play with it and figure it out before the reunion.
I was looking at the Panasonic DMC-FZ28, but now I’m thinking about splurging a little more and going up to a Panasonic DMC-FZ50 instead. It’s an extra $200 (although I found one place that’s priced it $100 lower), but one big plus is that it has a hot shoe for a flash, which is something I’ve been missing with my previous digital cameras. The CCD on the FZ50 is a little smaller though, and it’s almost double the weight of the FZ28. Having the hot shoe is pretty hard to pass up though, considering the built in flashes on most cameras are always so wimpy.
Oh, decisions, decisions.
Pizza me
Following up on Heather’s food meme from yesterday…
- People may tell you that you have a small appetite… but you aren’t under eating. You just aren’t a pig.
- You consider pizza to be bread… very good bread. You fit in best in the Midwest part of the US.
- You like food that’s traditional and well crafted. You aren’t impressed with “gourmet” foods.
- You are dependable, loyal, and conservative with your choices.
- You are cultured and intellectual. You should consider traveling to Vienna.
- The stereotype that best fits you is guy or girl next door. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being average.
Web designing
I’m terrible at web design. I make a pretty good webmaster though, but when it comes to design, I suck. As a result, most of what I come up with tends to be fairly simple, uncomplicated and non-flashy. It also fits with my tendency to prefer simple and low-bandwidth (a hold-over from my modem days I suppose).
Now that my role as webmaster for CSCLRC is official, my first duty was to clean up the horrid HTML generated by FrontPage. The site itself was fine, but the HTML behind it was characteristically messy FrontPage stuff. A little bit of new CSS and a lot of copy/pasting later, I pushed out a new much cleaned up variant of the site largely using the same graphics.
This week, after playing with Inkscape and Gimp, I rolled out a cleaner brighter looking (to me anyway) CSCLRC site. I’m quite pleased with what I’ve made, although there’s still a little tweaking here and there that needs to be done.
Oooh, I’ll play
Spotted this post by Heather and figured I’d play along too. After this morning’s poop incident, something food-related just seems apropos :).
- What is your favorite flavor of chicken wings? How many do you generally order at a time? – I usually order the hottest ones available, normally a dozen at a time.
- How often do you check out a restaurant’s nutrition information before going there to have dinner? – Never. I’m usually not too concerned with specific nutritional information when I go out to eat.
- If you have ever done so, what was your biggest surprise in reading the calorie or fat counts? – The calorie counts in a Chicago-style deep dish pizza from Pizzeria Uno.
- Take the quiz: What does your pizza say about you? – The stereotype that best fits you is guy or girl next door. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being average.
- What style of food do you think is generally served at what you’d consider the most romantic of restaurants? – I think anything that emphasizes fresh, good tasting ingredients. Food, like romance, is a shared experience.
- What type of food would you be likely to sample first: food that is hot and spicy or food that is more mellow but has a richer taste? – I go for the hot and spicy stuff
True pet ownership
I think one of the hallmarks of a true pet owner is probably the number of times they’ve cleaned up their pet’s (or pets’) diarrhea inside the house.
There’s nothing like your 3AM-sleepy brain waking up because it detected a smelly what-crawled-up-your-butt-and-died stinky fart. Nothing wakes up that 3AM-sleepy brain like the realization that it’s not dog gas you’re smelling.
Not only did Simba have the runs in the bedroom this morning, but he walked it across half the bedroom. It’s bad enough having to clean it up, but when you’ve got to get on your hands and knees to wipe up crap (literally) that’s scattered across the bedroom, it’s really bad. Now the bedroom smells of bleach cleaner with the faint odour of poo underneath.
I suppose it could be worse though. I could have stepped in it while I was blindly stumbling around to see what happened. Or he could have done it all over the carpet. Or it could have been projectile diarrhea. That definitely wouldn’t have been fun to clean up.
Now I have to figure out why Simba’s having diarrhea.