Sigh. slashdot made Advogato unusable all day. Please, for the love of god, go play somewhere else.
This all-too-common failure to extend the courtesy of warning a site admin prompted me to waste some time hacking mod_antislash. Its functionality, mentioned in passing by someone who probably wishes to remain anonymous, is to create a document containing a variably-sized frameset, each of which contains a slashdot.org instance, for any page with a slashdot.org referer.
Anyhoo, Ryan and I went to apply for our SINs (social insurance numbers, for the non-great-white-northans). The very nice woman who took our form simply copied down the information, basically verbatim, from the top onto the bottom. Talk about bureaucracy. I had to walk all the way down there for that?
In other news, the apartment hunt is not exactly going as planned. I have three or four unchecked leads, but I’m starting to think that I might have to settle for something short-term, and hunt more once the students all move out.
I postponed my appointment with the Rideau Canal this morning (which I hope will become a semi-daily activity) on account of having fallen on the stairs last night. Stupid Zak’s and their wet stairs.
I was reminded of a somewhat amusing anecdote last night (over some delicious Thai food). Ryan, willy, Dave, and I were standing around in the lobby of the San Francisco Hilton, and were surrounded by various groups of people, one of which happened to be a few early-teen kids. We moved across the lobby and sat down at a table, the kids stood off to the side looking at us with a bit of hesitation, or perhaps constipation. Eventually they decided to just come over and ask us: apparantly, we look rather like a favourite band of theirs, the name of which turns up nothing interesting on google (which probably means that I just mis-heard them). It’s too bad that Ryan informed them otherwise, or they might have bought us dinner. Maybe you had to be there.
Food of the day: havarti cheese planks.