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Geek

Thank you, Blogger

I’m a little late in writing this. I meant to write this before moving over to Blogware, but as they say, “better late than never.”

I’d like to say “thank you” to Blogger.

Blogger got me started in the blogging game in the first place. Although I could thrown together my own “content management system” or simply done things the hard way by hand-coding HTML, Blogger was there, and it saved me the trouble of having to worry about technical issues and concentrate on what it is that makes a weblog: the writing.

The nice people at Blogger have impeccable taste; quite early on in the history of The Adventures of AccordionGuy in the 21st Century (remember, in the Blogger blog it’s “AccordionGuy”, here it’s “Accordion Guy”), they declared it a “Blog of Note”. Remember, this was well before some of my better-known, wilder entries.

How many applications can you say changed your life in ways both subtle and extreme? In my case, I can’t think of any other than Blogger. Blogging most certainly saved me from a big world of misery: you might recall the story about the New Girl, in which my effusive blogging about a new girlfriend prompted a reader (who became a reader because she liked an earlier post of mine) to warn me that this new girlfriend was not whom she claimed to be. Through blogging, I widened my circle of friends; I’m sure it also played a part in landing me a very nice job at Tucows.

Blogging encouraged me to write daily, which improved my writing, gave me more discipline, and acted as a way by which I get a better perspective on myself. I understand that line about the unexamined life not being worth living more clearly now — since I write about what I do and who I am, I give more thought to what I do and who I am. That has paid off in spades.

As you know, I switched tools.

At Tucows, we’re rolling out Blogware, our own blogging tool, and as part of the Research and Innovation Group, I’ll be making my small contributions, giving direct feedback to the developers and of course, “eating our own dog food”. Blogware’s a good tool with a lot of neat features, and I like it a lot. For all these reasons, I made the switch from Blogger.

However, I wanted to express my gratitude to Blogger for giving me my start. Let me pay Blogger the biggest compliment I can: blogging — which I did via Blogger — has been just about as life-changing for me as the accordion has been.

To Evan, Steve and the rest of the crew, I’d like to express my thanks.

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It Happened to Me

Scenes from a stag party

While I’m writing up the story of the stag (and figuring out how the photo album feature in Blogware works — it seems pretty cool), here are some photos from Saturday’s highjinks…

Photo: Derek Walker and Joey deVilla at The Roof lounge, Park Hyatt, Toronto, for Derek's stag.

Me and the groom, enjoying expensive but tasty martinis. Derek, being the groom-to be, is supposed to be the centre of attention, so I bequeathed to him my jester’s hat and flashing necklace. I love the expression on my face: I seem to be saying “Goodbye, Meester Bond.”

Photo: Derek's friend Marius and Joey deVilla at The Roof lounge, Park Hyatt, Toronto, for Derek's stag.

Welcome to Accordion City, Marius! Derek lives in Switzerland, and Marius is a friend of his from over there who’s come all this way to be at his friend’s wedding.

Photo: Joey deVilla and a Cuban cigar at The Roof lounge, Park Hyatt, Toronto, for Derek's stag.

I love it when a plan comes together! The organizer of this boys’ night out takes a break to savour the fruits of his labour.

Photo: Dhimant Patel and Joey deVilla at 606 King West, Toronto, for Derek's stag.

Trouble, Incorporated. Me and Dhimant. We look like two guys who just got their first VC money for an Internet start-up. “Pet food! On the Internet! H1-B visa, here we come!”

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Uncategorized

Luckily, I was bitten by a radioactive nephew

I can tell young parents just by looking at their eyes. They’re a strange combination of tired and alert. Kids take up a lot of energy, and you’ve got to watch them like hawks because they have a knack for putting themselves in all kinds of dangerous situations.

(There’s a Dennis Miller joke in which he says that parenting is so tough that the only reason God got to rest on the seventh day is because He sent His kid to live with another family.)

Apparently, being an uncle also gives you “toddler sense”, a knack for knowing when a kid is about to put himself or herself in peril.

Two Saturdays ago, I biked to Henry’sAccordion City’s premier camera store — to purchase my super-nifty Nikon Coolpix SQ. After buying the Coolpix, I lingered in the store for a while, thinking that the rain would stop coming down in buckets shortly. Half an hour later, the torrent was finally beginning to show some signs of letting up enough for me and my camera — in my knapsack, protected by three layers of plastic shopping bags — to head home. I stood in the little covered doorway of the store’s entrance, waiting a little longer and watching the rain subside.

I was standing there daydreaming, half-noticing a toddler — perhaps three or four years old — playing with the automatic door. He’d step towards it and watch it open, then run away from it to let it close.

He then decided to walk towards the door and stay there. It opened all the way. He then stuck his arm in the gap between the door and frame, where the hinges were. He was so close to the doorway that he was out of the door’s sensor range, and like a good automatic door, it started to close.

Toddler sense…tingling!

A fraction of a second later, it dawned on me that this big glass and steel door was going to crush this kid’s arm like a nutcracker crushes walnuts. I don’t remember actually diving for the door — I just remember suddenly being right at the door, holding it open, and pulling the kid’s arm away.

“Don’t put your arm there! You could’ve been hurt!” I scolded the kid.

(I can imagine my friends having trouble picturing me as “adult supervision”. It happens sometimes.)

The kid’s mother, who was busy attending to his younger brother in the store, saw all this. She snatched the kid from the doorway and brought him to his father, who’d been eyeing the display racks. With no one in the range of the door’s sensors, the door closed, with me outside and the kid and his family inside. The father was checking his kid’s arm and the mother was scolding him.

I waved and said “Uh, you’re welcome” to them, but they were oblivious. Ah, well. They can’t take away the “warm fuzzy” that small-scale superheroism gives you.

If being an uncle has sped up my reflexes this much, I can’t imagine how fast my sister — with Aidan reaching his “terrible twos” and Nicholas a few months old — must be.

I’ll bet she can catch bullets with her teeth.

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And here I thought that using a cell phone while driving was bad…

How about putting the car in cruise control at 65 mph and then breast-feeding your baby?

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"Be vewwy, vewwy quiet…we’re hunting tewwowists!"

Novelty stickers for your car windshield: Terrorist Hunting Permits!

Photo: Terrorist hunting permits.

Thanks to Matthew for the link!

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Uncategorized

Stag update

I need an aspirin the size of Australia.

Had a lovely time ringleading last night’s stag for Derek Walker. Started off severely upmarket (The Roof, rooftop bar at the Hyatt with a bottle of Veuve Cliquot and $12 martinis) and progressed steadily downmarket until we hit The Matador (notorious speakeasy with low-grade vodka — Russian Prince — in mickey bottles sold by a woman wandering the tables with a duffel bag full of the rotgut). We had great conversation, drank heartily, ate well, danced up a storm, had accordion hijinks, met girls and best of all, Derek, Dhimant and I managed to piece together a lot of information about what really happened at Crazy Go Nuts University after boozily cross-referencing our sordid histories there.

Full details including a photo gallery will follow tomorrow, but in the meantime, enjoy this QuickTime video (444 KB) of some of the dance action midway through the night at Velvet Underground.

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Possible adventure ahead

My friend and co-editor of Misc, the “lifestyle” section of the Queen’s Journal (the main student paper at Crazy Go Nuts University), Derek Walker, is having his boy’s night out stag party tonight. I was appointed the ringleader.

My only directive, and I quote: “No boobies.” This was relayed to me second-hand, but I suspect it’s from Derek’s fiancee. I have every intention of respecting that directive, for while I may be a goofball, I am an honourable goofball.

This should be interesting. I’ll take photos.