It is hard to get around in Vancouver. I was on my way to see the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit at the VAG. Transit gets especially hard when your bus pops a connection to its electrical power on the Granville Street bridge. Our brave transit driver ventured out into traffic to get us restarted. The video shows the empty driver seat and the Granville Bridge out the window.
This is a test of smooth view next gen gallery wordpress plug in. Still working on it. The picture quality has a massive drop off. But I am still working on trying to get things properly uploaded. This is what I had to do get Next GEN gallery to upload anything at all.
- make hughmacleod.com accessible with ssh-bash on PLESK panel
- delicately adjust php.ini. to change the upload_max_filesize to 32M
- delicately adjust php.ini. to reflect a post_max_size to 64M
- then reboot the apache server, which I did through PLESK.
- I can upload photos now, but they look fugly.
This wonderful show is the creation of Jill Bourque from San Francisco. It gets a couple of lucky couples up on stage and improvisers create reasonably accurate on stage renditions of “How We Fist Met.” This show has been mounted by Staircase Improv before and promises to be a blast again. Besides I just like the poster. Can you spot the Improv Rubber Chicken?
Tin foil hat people all over refer to this movie as celluloid prophesy. Watch closely while a stellar scene of compelling acting reveals something ominous about ‘2010 in British Columbia.’ Listen with both ears at 1:13 especially.
I was walking home from the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit at the VAG (Vancouver Art Gallery) and I saw the Bare Naked Ladies busking at the corner of Robson and Burrard. They had spontaneously appeared and started playing with a street musician. I think that they were raising money to try and buy tickets to the Men’s Hockey final.
We are no longer allowed to have cameras inside the Village because of some pictures involving Russian athletes, Smerfs and a giant moose. Unfortunately the nice man making the speech was cut off. I know what the word was that he was about to say because I was there. What do you think he said?
We all look like smurfs, we are called smerfs, so it is compelling to know what kind of smerf we are. I work with a grouchy smerf, a handy smerf, a vanity smerf, a papa smerf, and me.
I certainly hope that there are no security concerns with me being a Jokey Smerf. He does seem to have a suspicious package. For those of you who are concerned about my spelling. Smerf is a combination of a smurf and a serf. More appropos. If you want to see another suspicious package look below.
Thank you to those who have expressed interest in my reappearance on the intertubes. I am at that odd stage where I am groping my way through all the new wordpress features. Kind of a mix of overwhelm and awe. The old blog is still alive, just hidden. I may put it in an archive somewhere, as well I would like to add the 666 error page. So much to do so little time.
Presently I am in Vancouver living with my dad. I am volunteering in a lovely blue smerf outfit at the Cool Sporting Event On the West Coast of Canada taking place right now. As I understand it I cannot say anything else about it. 🙂
Every day that I am home in the morning my dad (who is 88 years old) and I walk up to the McDonalds on 4th Avenue and get a snack. Dad has a muffin and a tea, and I steal most of his muffin and drink what is left over of his tea. This day that we were sitting there I distinctly heard someone say “f#ck you Rick Hansen.” It was neither my dad nor I as we have nothing against the fine man. Then I heard someone say “f#ck you Cindy Loeb.” Then I heard the disembodied voice utter “f#ck you Stephen Harper.” It was then that I realized that enormous man sitting across from my dad and I was uttering these expletives under his breath every time he turned the page of the news paper. Pretty angry guy. I noticed that he had the word “h – a – t – e” tattooed on the fingers of his left hand in lovely calligraphy. Then he did his ventriloquism of venom again and said “better get your f@cking f@nances in order (mumble mumble) your time is up.” Well that was when our time was my dad and I high tailed it out the Micky Dees as the mumbling giant seemed ready to erupt.
Well I am gonna blog for a while. How long it will last I do not know, but for the time being Error 666 will be put aside. And for those who managed to get past the css trickery there were always links to pics, movies, comments etc. They were just hidden. 🙂 Above is a screen shot of the error 666 page (what you are looking for cannot be found). The screen shot also shows Google Chrome for Linux Ubuntu which rocks my world on the lappie. No Mac or Windows for me.