PET, RIP

Although I found out last night, I haven’t yet posted about it. Former Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau died yesterday. The greatest politician that Canada has yet produced was 80, but still vibrant and working until his recent illness. I admired his intelligence, his integrity and his honesty. He was one of a kind. More tributes here.

Bad Apple?

I’m always shocked by the fickle nature of the stock market, but I have to say I’m doubly shocked by Apple’s stunning overnight meltdown. I mean, the company is very profitable, just less profitable this quarter than they expected, and the market shaves 50% off the value of the company’s stock? That just seems insane. I hope some smart people call their brokers today and snap up all this cheap Apple stock and send it higher again soon. It seems unfair.

Consolationchamps.com

Well, I’ve gone and done it. I’ve registered the domain consolationchamps.com. I’ll be moving this here blog over in the next week or so. Be a sport and bookmark www.consolationchamps.com now. I’ll eventually have a redirect at this page (members.home.com.blah.blah.blah), but I’d like to get the new URL out there. You may also receive an email if you’re at all known to me, so please don’t get upset if you hear the same thing more than once. I don’t want to lose anyone. I decided to host the site with Dreamhost, who are also hosting Cherrymag (which launches this weekend, ready or not!). I’ve found them to be pretty organized and responsive. If you need solid hosting with great support, check them out and tell them I sent you. It doesn’t hurt that I get 10% of whatever hosting fees are paid by my referral. Share the love!

Thoroughly Defeated

Well, here I am back from my jog, thoroughly defeated. My first stab at jogging since 1998, and I last precisely 5 minutes. The past two years have not been kind to my body. I’ve put on about 20 useless pounds, and in my zeal to avoid paying money to run on a treadmill beside the other lab rats, I decided to hit the pavement again. I hardly had time to break a sweat before my heart began pounding, my head began spinning, and my legs began turning to jelly. It’s humiliating. I guess now my grand goal of running a half hour each night will have to be scaled back, to about 10 minutes every two nights, at least until my heart and I get onto the same page.

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled…