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Chris,Marc, and Kirk are preparing to attend GnomeDex in October. Experience the Joy of Canadians travelling in the US. Ah... the exchange rate makes our hearts pitter-patter.

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Thursday, March 07, 2002

We're Back!


This blog is now officially closed and our new Canadian Gnomedexers 2002 site is up and running! Come visit and be sure to change your links to our new address at http://gnomedexers.kaptiv-8.com

Type at you soon! :)

Kirk

Tuesday, February 26, 2002

Gnomedex 2002 - August 23 and 24th


Gonna be there? :)

Thursday, October 18, 2001

The pics have started to roll in. This is just the beginning. There are many more to come, including ours, as this photo storm has just started.
Fast Eddie's pics
More pics
Nicole's pics

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

Where to begin, it's now Gnomedex +6 and I still can't seem to get back into the groove (rut?) of the everyday work world. Maybe that's the point? One thing is for sure, this past weekend in Des Moines was a life altering experience for a lot of people - us Gnomedexers included. Besides being a terrific time surrounded by extremely cool and interesting people, it was also a -huge- catalyst for reigniting the enthusiasm I have for this industry and technology in general. So many memories and new friends. If you missed it this year, do yourself a favour and BE THERE next year. Cutting edge technology and top-shelf human beings all combined in one place. It doesn't get much better than that.

Peace
Kirk

p.s. face to face is the -original- 'wireless' network by the way :)

Tuesday, October 16, 2001

GnomeDex rocked! If you missed it just watch these pages for links to photos and other blogs.
Chris

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

Or for those folks in the US,

Happy Belated Columbus Day!

Only 24 short hours until the Candian Gnomedexers trek to Gnomedex begins. I can't wait!! However, as is fate's tendency, minor obstacles continue to crop up and with an almost farcical pace. Allow me to recount for you my weekend.

As you've read, Marc, Chris, and myself have all been battling a wave of cold/flu symptoms. I, having been the first to succumb, was feeling nearly 100% on Friday. This is good. I get called in to work at my weekend job (I do security at a local bar/club) so it means a bit of extra cash for our trip. This too is good. My family celebrated Thanksgiving last weekend (for logistical reasons), so my friend Cathy invites me to her parents for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend. This is very good. :)

Enter Fate.

At the bar where I work, I am having my dinner before starting my shift on Saturday when a jarring crunch noise (presumably caused by a lapse in masticatory concentration) rattles my head - accompanied shortly thereafter by a sharp pain in one of my front teeth. Turns out I have chipped the bottom off one of my front teeth by knocking it against one of my bottom teeth!! Now I have a seriously sensitive nerve exposed and a full plate of food I cannot finish - not to mention being somewhat cranky now as well. This is bad.

That night our generally quiet bar is host to a disproportionate number of rowdies and I am forced to wrestle one outside and bid him adieu. Later that night as we are closing he returns and attempts to kick in our front door/windows. Naturally I calmly step outside and in a very civilized manner introduce him forcibly to quite a collection of our patio furniture, after which I quietly inform him of his ill manners and my ill temper. His response is somewhat inappropriate so after an up close and personal inspection of our patio tilework he remained my personal unwelcome guest until the police arrived. Late night, much hassle - this too is bad.

The next morning I awake to find I have misplaced my voice. Try as I might I can barely manage a breathy croak. My throat isn't sore, but my voice is history. This of course makes conversation at Cathy's family Thanksgiving pretty much a non-starter. (And as anyone who knows me can attest, it's just -not- in my nature to avoid chatting). I'm sure their impressions of me ranged from "What a nice guy - kinda quiet though.", to, "Wasn't he that guy in Slingblade?". Overall? Good food, bad company - namely me.

I arrived home last night to find most of the sidewalk on my street torn up, presumably for restorative reasons. I manage to park right in front of my house (which is -very- rare) and think to myself, "Finally I got the "good" spot. It's about time!"

Apparently Hubris had already spoken for that spot.

I woke up this morning to find my voice still absent (in fact even more so, a bare whisper is all I can muster) and then stepped out of my apartment to find my car completely boxed in by two giant front-end loaders and a cement truck. A host of construction guys milled about in various states of busyness. I was about to ask one of the workers if he could possibly move one of the tractors when my eye is caught by something sitting on my hood. In disbelief I realize it is my left rear marker lamp assembly - rather alarmingly detached from the back of my car. Snatching it from the hood, I run around to the back of my vehicle to find a large dent, scratch, and hole that this light has, for the past 15 years, called home. This is very VERY bad.

Now I'm upset. Break my teeth, steal my voice, insult my character and attack my bar - fair enough. But do NOT mess with my car! Especially not when it is going to be our mode of transport to Gnomedex!!

I wheel upon a guy who is watching concrete pour into a form and whisper at the top of my lungs, "Hey! What the hell is this!??", brandishing my newly severed marker lamp. Luckily the frantic waving motion of my arm caught his attention since the rumble of the concrete more than consumed my Herculean hiss.

Drawing upon my dramatic background, I call on my considerable mime skills to convey my question regarding the damage. He points to a note on my windshield and says, "Some lady in a purple minivan hit it. She left a note. You want me to move that tractor for ya?"

Nodding profusely I retrieve the note, which thankfully -does- contain an actual phone number, and jump into my car. A moment or two later, the John-Deere brand roadblock is out of my way and I'm off to work.

Frustrated? Yes. Perplexed by Fate's cruel streak? Somewhat. Wavering about
making the trip to Iowa in the face of all these "omens"???

Heck NO!!!

Ready or not Des Moines, here we come! :)

Peace

Saturday, October 06, 2001

From http://www.niaid.nih.gov/factsheets/cold.htm...


Symptoms of the common cold usually begin two to three days after infection and often include nasal discharge, obstruction of nasal breathing, swelling of the sinus membranes, sneezing, sore throat, cough, and headache. Fever is usually slight but can climb to 102o F in infants and young children. Cold symptoms can last from two to 14 days, but two-thirds of people recover in a week. If symptoms occur often or last much longer than two weeks, they may be the result of an allergy rather than a cold.
Colds occasionally can lead to secondary bacterial infections of the middle ear or sinuses, requiring treatment with antibiotics. High fever, significantly swollen glands, severe facial pain in the sinuses, and a cough that produces mucus, may indicate a complication or more serious illness requiring a doctor's attention.


At least I'm getting it now rather than next Saturday.

Marc