Park it here

Parking on Campus a Snap With Carleton Professor’s App
Ottawa Citizen (06/16/10) Pilieci, Vito

Carleton University professor Dwight Deugo has developed, a system that enables users to pay for parking at campus lots with a text message.

The system reads the text messages from drivers and catalogs the payment and license plate information. The system also sends text message notifications 10 minutes before the paid parking time has expired, enabling users to pay again without having to repay at a meter.

“This works on any phone, you don’t need an iPhone or something like it,” Deugo says. If the system proves effective in tests over the summer, the university may use it for all of its parking lots next year.

Deugo says the idea for the system came to him when he got caught in bad weather and had no way to pay for parking without getting wet. “I was trying to park in the pouring rain and I got fed up,” he says. “I just thought, ‘Why can’t we do this?'”

Blonde joke for intellectuals :)


Click that link above for the movie download.  I never quite know how to handle movies and movie formats.  How would I have embedded that?  What’s legal and what’s not? I don’t necessarily care but it would be good to know.  Is avi better than wmv?  Yeah, yeah, I could google this stuff if I really wanted to know.

On a completely different note, look at this tweet from yesterday.  Isn’t it wonderfully evocative?
@BluegrassPoet:   A pair of doves forage under the feeder, up to their soft pink breasts in grass. I pour peaches and raspberries into a pie shell.

Urban Word of the Day

June 14: store d’oeuvres

Snacks and food samples that a grocery store will serve at various locations in order to tempt the patrons into buying something they weren’t planning on (pizza, chips and dip, sausage, etc.). Usually happens on the weekend.

I went to Costco the other day and filled up on store d’oeuvres.


Ha!  I know people (and probably shouldn’t admit it) who go to Costco on the weekends and eat lunch that way.   On purpose.   It’s like eating a pu-pu platter or tapas.  A little of this, a little of that …   It’s generally nice and heavy on the three main food groups – fat, carbs, and sodium.

Smells that remind us it’s summer

* Coconut and B.O.
* Neighbor’s grill reeking of too much lighter fluid
* Steamy Port-O-Potty
* The Smells of Summer candle we light while staying indoors
* Teenage hormones
* Squirrel hormones
* House fire from an errant bottle rocket
* Hot dog. (The pet, not the food.)
* Unwashed masses
* Week-old roadkill
* Citronella and beer
* Forgotten swimsuit somewhere in a hot car

from the Shoebox blog

A real man

A real man is a  woman’s best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her  down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure and  comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she  never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget  regret. He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give  in to her most intimate desires. He will make sure she  always feels as though she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and  will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, seductive,  and invincible.
No wait…  sorry… I’m thinking of wine.
Never mind.

HAHAHA! kkkkk thx MairMair


Happy Birthday, Kathy!

You are officially a grown-up now!


Do you remember this?  Yeah, me either.  Too much tequila.

Now that we’re grown-ups, we probably should just  drink vodka.   This picture was from Thanksgiving a couple of years back.

Now:  Some more random fun old (or not) pictures.

Boys and their peckers …

Sissy's fine ears

Sissy’s fine ears

Andrew and Sissy

Andrew and Sissy

shot in the LB

The Front View Is Even Better

or not

On the table in May – Happy Gerberas

Pre- Health Care Reform

Feral blobs in the garage right now

Goob in his pool

I think my friend Kim may have sent this one in, except that she went ahead and served in Niger.
Cured her of ever wanting to eat millet again.  I actually snagged this picture from Postsecrets.

My pathology

This may be my new avatar.

Happy Birthday, Kath.  I can send you some kittens if you want.

Don’t forget to look at the lovely card I sent Postage Due.  Um, sorry about that.

I love you!