Wow, busy week...

I have to say I feel somewhat isolated these days. I mean, I've been seeing Angela a lot and that's great. But sometimes it feels like some of my friends have dropped off the face of the earth.

So there's this big to-do about the arm-straps for the Nintendo Wii remotes. As someone who has played one frequently, I want to give you the official signal that this is basically bullshit. That strap is quite securely fastened to the Wiimote. When there's talk of people throwing them into their wall or T.V. or injuring themselves one can infer that it was perhaps the behavior of the user that caused the calamity. People seem to lack crucial understanding of a very important factoid: ELECTRONICS ARE DELICATE. I remember hearing about people suing Apple because they put their iPod nano unprotected into their jeans pocket and the LCD cracked. Really, what did they expect? That the iPod fairy would provide some sort of mystical protection? It just seems to me that if people break their expensive toys through stupid behavior, then they themselves should pay for it, not the company that made it. Otherwise, when people like me phone up with genuine technical problems we must wade through ridiculous red tape designed to discourage/support the multitudes of users reporting type ID:10t errors.

Anyone who doesn't live in the lower mainland probably doesn't know that we were battered by our third powerful windstorm of the week. The Lion's Gate Bridge has been chronically closed for safety reasons, and traffic lights have gone down frequently, making the traffic in the area between my home and workplace a continual nightmare. People on Vancouver Island have now been without power for several more days and have, in some cases, been advised to leave their homes. The noon news had three distinct (and many more word of mouth) stories of people who were awoken last night by the noise of the wind and went downstairs to make tea/watch TV/feel safer. They then heard a huge crash and went upstairs to find a tree lying on their bed, or their bed covered by debris from a fallen three, or the spot where they were sleeping impaled by a tree branch. It's truly a miracle that no one was killed.