Geek It Happened to Me

I hate it when someone beats me to a good joke

Last Sunday, Paul, The Redhead and I were enjoying an Atkins-friendly meat-a-riffic lunch at the Korean Grill House when Paul mentioned something about having your cake and eating it too.

Paul and I had recently seen the Dalai Lama at SkyDome,

and the bit about his interest in quantum physics must’ve stuck in my

brain. “Sure, you can have your cake and eat it too,” I quipped, “…if

it’s quantum cake!”

This amused Paul and I to no end; Wendy just shook her head at the

transformation of her boyfriend from sexy high-functioning geek to drooling Monty Python movie-quoter.

Later, I decided to Google the phrase “quantum cake”

to see if I’d come up with a truly original joke that would eventually

find its way to the web and earn me fame, fortune, money for nothing

and chicks for free. (It’s happened once before, and my joke pops up from time to time.)

It turns out that I’m almost original. Google returned a single page of results, one of which is this scientific paper on the subject (here’s the PDF version, and here’s an HTML conversion).

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Good News, Bad News

The good news: Dad is better now, and he was released from the hospital today at noon.

The bad news: My maternal

grandfather, Saturnino Ador Dionisio II, who’s in his early nineties,

isn’t doing so well. The situation is such that my mother and her two

brothers, all of whom live either in Toronto or relatively nearby, have

booked a flight for Manila.

We had a “Welcome back, Dodo” (“Dodo” is the way my nephew Aidan

mispronounces “Lolo”, which is Tagalog for “grandfather”) / “Bon Voyage

Yoya” (“Yoya” is how Aidan mispronounces “Lola” — “grandmother” in

Tagalog) dinner tonight. Mom flies out tomorrow — safe

trip, Mom.

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Busy Week

I’ve had my hands full lately.

Wendy The Redhead came up to Accordion City

last weekend, and among her myriad gifts is the ability to keep me away

from my beloved PowerBook and by extension, blogging. Her visit was

wonderful, but I’ll have to blog it later.

On Saturday morning, I got a phone call notifying me that Dad had

fallen ill with fever-like symptoms and was taken to the intensive care

unit at St. Joseph’s Hospital. Wendy and I paid him a visit shortly

afterwards, but he wasn’t awake, We visited again the day after, when

he was awake and looking better. Dad likes Wendy, and he told her

stories about the time we lived in Boston. I’m sure that seeing her

also gave him the inspiration to make more plans; Dad’s jumped several

steps ahead of me and is already thinking of where to hold the wedding


Please note:

Before we start spreading any crazy rumours around the Internet, I have

not asked Wendy to marry me — that’s just Dad being Dad. I do,

however, need new “everyday” dishes and cookware; feel free to send ’em

anyway. Wendy would like a pair of green Converse shoes, men’s size 5.

Dad’s still in the hospital for observation. As I write this, we still have no idea when he’s getting out.

In the meantime, I also have my hands full cranking out the manuals for Blogware,

which is expected to see its 1.0 release very shortly. The Reseller

Manual measures about 80 pages when printed, while the Publisher (that

is, end-user) Manual looks like it’s going to break past 500.

As you may have guessed, entries might be a bit sparse this week. I’ll

try and squeeze in some time to get in an entry every day, but they’ll

be shorter than usual.