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Back to the working week

This past weekend was a holiday weekend in Canada: Victoria Day, held in honour of Queen Victoria’s birthday, whose actual date is May 24th. While the holiday is no longer held on May 24th — it’s now just held on the Monday before May 25th — it’s known colloquially as “May two-four”, the “two-four” being a reference to the 24 bottles in a case of beer. People traditionally open their cottages this weekend and the unwritten fashion rule states that you’re allowed to wear white pants between Victoria Day and Labour Day.

Then there’s the matter of the fireworks.

I’ll post some photos later today, but here’s a taste for now: some hardcore accordion playing, with me playing the bass-and-chord buttons with my left hand, while holding a Roman candle in my right.

Photo: Me playing the accordion while holding a roman candle.

Special disclaimer for the kids: This man, who is purported to be a grown-up, is doing something that the instructions on the fireworks expressly says is a no-no. Doubtless you will someday see him on an after-school special with a title like Why That Fool Joey Has No Fingers. Don’t go out and pull this stunt, lose your fingers and then have your mom and dad sue him for lots of money.
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Pardon the silence

I’m taking advantage of the fact that it’s a long weekend in Canada. See you Tuesday!

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Today’s words of wisdom come from the comic "Diesel Sweeties"

…partly because I’m tres busy today and partly because it’s an interesting one.

(I like the jab at emo kids.)

Graphic: 'Diesel Sweeties' comic for May 15, 2003.

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Kickass Karaoke photos

Carson’s posted the photos from last Sunday’s Kickass Karaoke at the Rivoli, which includes this one:

Photo: Me workin' it hard at Kickass Karaoke.

Workin’ the box to Young MC’s Bust A Move. Yes, that is a Van Halen patch on my shirt.

Hardest workin’ man in Accordion Business, that’s me.

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By the way, I’m all right

I’m busy today, so the entries are going to be a little light.

This one’s a quick note to the small handful of concerned people who’ve written in, asking if I’m all right, what with all the blog entries about hassles.

I’m cool. They’re really more amusing than anything else, and I’m not sliding into some kind of depression. Job opportunities abound, I’m getting into the best shape ever, my family’s doing well, the single ladies are out there and my accordion playing’s improving too.

In the grand scale of things, the hassles about which I’ve been writing are minor “First World” annoyances. Most of the world is occupied by guys with names like Chang, Gomez and Mobutu who’d love to have my problems instead of theirs.

Besides, they’re great inspiration for writing, aren’t they?

As Carrie “Princess Leia” Fisher notes in Postcards from the Edge (I’m paraphrasing): “Sure, you can give someone a perfect and carefree childhood, one without want or worry and free of the traumas that are part and parcel of growing up, but what kind of person usually results? Dan Quayle.”

(But thanks for writing anyways, guys!)

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Did you get the "CIA needs a Lingo programmer" email too?

If so, I could use your help.

Updated: Thane Eichenauer (incredibly cool name, by the way) emailed me and mentioned that a similar job is also listed on Monster.com. Thanks, Thane!

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Hell Canada

Graphic: Bell Canada logo with the word 'Bell' changed to 'Hell'.

My cellphone, a Kyocera 2255, hasn’t been working well lately. The screen will blank at the slightest touch, and it’s taken to declaring that there’s no batterly power left and shutting itself off — often in the middle of a conversation — despite having a full charge. I’d bought it in October, so the one-year warranty was still in effect. I went to the Bell Canada store from which I purchased the phone and presented them with my problem, the phone and the receipt.

“Here’s the problem with the phone,” I said. I pressed on its front faceplate very lightly. The contents of the screen winked out of existence. “The other problem is that the phone often flashes a low-power warning and then shuts itself off, even though it’s fully charged. When you turn it back on again, the charge indicator reads ‘full’.”

The guy at the counter took my phone and press on the front faceplate gingerly, causing the screen to blank.

“Do you have a receipt?” he asked. I produced the receipt and he took it. “When did you buy this phone?”

“October, when my old phone’s antenna broke off.”

“This receipt says that you bought it January 10, 2002.”

“But I bought it in October.” I looked at the receipt. There was the problem: it read 01/10/2002.

There’s no excuse for this kind of silliness. The receipt wasn’t cranked out by an old cash register, but laser-printed by some “point of sale” software running on a PC. You’d think that after the whole “Y2K Bug” hoopla, programmers would be a little more careful about how they represent dates. I know for a fact that it wouldn’t have killed them to write some code to print out the date using the names of months rather than numbers.

The guy at the counter turned to a co-worker and showed her my receipt.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “when we changed our software, we went from day-month-year to month-day-year. But I forget when the changeover happened.”

Counter Guy turned to me and told me to use one of the courtesy phones. “Call this number,” he said, giving me the number of call, “and ask when your phone was activated. That way we’ll know if it was January or October when you bought your phone.”

“When I get them,” I asked, “do you want to talk to them?”

“No, this is so you know when you bought your phone.”

“But I know when I bought the phone. It’s you who doesn’t know.”

Counter Guy stood silently for a moment. I was reminded of a line from the TV series Twin Peaks: “Look, it’s trying to think.”

I decided to take advantage of my Computer Science degree and eight years of professional programming and database work: “Is it in your records, perhaps? Could you look it up?”

“Hmm…” he said, and then typed into the computer terminal, which was in front of him the whole time. “Oh. October. Well, that’s different.”

He pulled out a sheet of paper and started to fill it out. “We’ll send it back to the factory, and you should get it back in four to six weeks.”

“During which time I’ll be without a phone.”

“Did you need it?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be taking it in.”

“Oh yeah.”

What is it with retail people?

“I was wondering if I could just get a replacement phone.”

“Call this number,” he said, writing down a new phone number, “and explain the situation to them. You should be able to get a rebate, which you can use to get a new phone.”

I was going to point out the obvious irony of coming to the store in person only to end up using a phone, but I decided to go along. I went to a courtesy phone and called the number. All the courtesy phones were hooked up to a line with a loud hum. I could barely hear the service rep when she answered.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMCanMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMhundred dollar rebateMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMfax your receiptMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”

After a few “I beg your pardons” and “could you repeat that pleases”, I got what I came for: Bell Canada would give me a $100 rebate on my next bill if I purchased my phone there.

I mentioned the line noise to the guy at the counter.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” asked Counter Guy.

“I could barely hear the rep on the other end of the line. And hey, you guys are the phone company.”

Counter Guy shrugged his shoulders with a little “Yeah, but what are you gonna do?” sheepish grin.

There were a number of decent phones selling for less than the value of my rebate, so I checked the selection at the front of the store. I found a decent-looking phone and even went on one of their “surf the Web with Bell Sympatico High Speed” terminals to check the reviews. I then went to the sales desk.

“Excuse me, I — ”

“Just a moment please, sir. I’ll be right with you,” the guy said. He grabbed the phone on the desk and took it off hold.

“So, where was I?” he said into the phone. “Oh yeah. So I’m like, ‘Why did you listen to me? I was drunk, wasn’t I?’ and she’s like ‘Yeah’. So then I say, ‘Well, duh.'”

Well, duh indeed.

I left the store and started checking out what kind of phones Rogers and Telus were offering.