Archive for December, 2009

The Tree, plus Happy Birthday Abuelita

Posted by Greg December - 18 - 2009 - Friday ADD COMMENTS

First off,

Since I came so dangerously close to missing saying “Happy Birthday” to my mom (I actually DID miss it by 5 minutes; called and woke her up at about 12:05am, which was a dubious choice (she may have valued her sleep more than a call from me!)) I figured I’d take a minute to do that here. So, Happy Birthday Mom!

My mom is pretty much the greatest mom anyone ever had. I would back that up with Scientific research, but anyone who meets her would realize there’s no real need. And as awesome a mom as she is, she’s an even awesomer grandmother (sorry, “grammy”). Which creates this feedback loop in which her awesomeness as a grammy reinforces her awesomeness to me as a mom, which reinforces her awesomeness as a grammy, which reinforces…

So thanks mom, we love you!

The Tree

charlie-brown-treeThere is a Christmas tree unfurling in our living room right now (no, not a sad one like the picture to the left; a real 6.5-foot bushy tree… more about the sad tree in just a moment). It will get decorated tomorrow. This might be a bit close to Christmas for some people, but for me Read the rest of this entry »

The Great Phone/Internet Experiment

Posted by Greg December - 17 - 2009 - Thursday ADD COMMENTS

Rogers Cable can suck my <expletive>.

We get (got?) all our home connectivity services through Rogers. This means 2 cell phones, 1 Digital Cable, 1 “Express” Cable Internet (10Mbps), and 1 home phone. We are trying to ditch Rogers because what they’re actually sucking is our money. Out of us. Or our bank accounts. Which REALLY sucks.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was the most recent letter we got from them. “Most Recent” because it is the second such letter. The first one came a year ago, saying (paraphrased), “If you would like to continue to receive your Better Choice Bundle discount, you need to commit to 2 years.” (I remember them saying 3, but Rogers insists it has always been only 2, so I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt). On the phone and through no fewer than 3 conversations, I essentially told them, “Piss off. No, sir, I will brook this a moment longer, sir.” Which was a lie, because they held onto me for another year when someone stepped up and said, “We’ll grandfather your existing arrangement for another year.”

But this year, as they hinted, we got another letter saying the same thing. “If we do not receive a commitment by October XX, you will no longer receive your discount.”

What.

The.

F***.
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Nothin’ Special. Small update. Rant.

Posted by Greg December - 13 - 2009 - Sunday 3 COMMENTS

So,

Hard to get in time for updates lately! Holiday season? Maybe in part… Cole’s new sleeping habits… yup, to a degree! But it’s actually mainly a technical issue:

Whenever I do feel like just sort of rambling, I remember that posts won’t make it to the front page (“featured”) unless I put an image with them. I couldn’t be arsed to find or create a new image every time I come up with an idea. Solution? For the time being, I have reverted back to a “blog” style.

Frankly, it makes more sense anyhow. The slider is a cute gimmick once or twice, but then readers (ie. my friends and family) just want a quicker and easier way of seeing “what’s new, if anything?”

I plan to revise the blog style at some point, but time hardly permits. We’ll get there. ;-)

Most of you probably want to know what’s up with the little guy. The truth is, not a whole lot! In terms of mobility, he’s still mainly rolling around. He can do a double-roll whenever he feels like it, but usually runs out of runway to do a third. Not crawling just yet… although when he’s on his tummy, he seems to think that extending his arms and legs a la Superman will get him mobile. And then he gets frustrated when it doesn’t. It’s pretty cute. ;-)

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Monkey House is populated by three lovely and wonderful simians–Greg, his wife Alex, and their son Cole. He is a jack of all trades, she is a scientist/athlete, and their son is a poopsmith.