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The Cleaned-Up Blogroll

Still Under Construction

If this blog currently looks half-done, that’s because it is. I’m generally pleased with the look of the content section — that’s the middle column — but the sidebars need a lot of work, and that temporary title graphic has got to go. Work and life have conspired to keep me busy as usual, but my inner Japanese engineer keeps looking at the blog and yelling “Kansei!” and “Kaizen!” and won’t let me rest until this thing looks just right.

Accurate and Up-to-Date

I just completed the clean-up task that involved the most drudgery: the cleaning up of my blogroll, the list that appears in the right-hand column. I’ve gone through every blog in that list and for each one, I checked to see:

  • That the blog still exists
  • The the blog is still being maintained (I treat having at least one new entry in the past 12 months and not having announced that it is shutting down as “being maintained”)
  • That a link to this blog exists in a permanent list on that blog

Any blog that met all three criteria stayed on the blogroll and any blog that didn’t was removed. I also added a few new blogs that met the criteria. As of this writing, the blogroll is up-to-date.

“He’s Vewwy Highwy Wanked in Wome, You Know.”

A Roman centurion, Pontius Pilate and Biggus Dickus from 'Life of Brian'.

If you’ve got a blog that meets the criteria listed above, let me know! Having your blog appear in my blogroll is good for your Google ranking. This blog has a Google PageRank of 7. For comparison,

Google’s algorithm gives your page a higher ranking when people with good PageRank link to you, so if you’d like to give your blog a boost, link to me and let me know about it!

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Maria’s Photos from Kickass Karaoke

Joey and his accordion, upstairs at the Rivoli.

Over at Naked KnitGirl, Maria’s got photos of last weekend’s special edition of Kickass Karaoke, which was a farewell party for Postmodern Sass, who’s leaving Accordion City for a new job in San Jose. Sass sent me a whole pile of photos, which I’ll gather into an album and post online soon.

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That Feeling of Deja Vu

Heading to work this morning, with the sun in a bright cloudless sky, the temperature unusually cool for the middle of August (23 degrees C, or about 73 degrees F for my American readers) and a cool breeze blowing about, I got hit with deja vu. Then it struck me: this is what the weather is usually like when it’s time to go back to school.


It’s funny how that feeling came up; I haven’t been in school since the end of 1994, when I wrote my last final exam ever. It was for my fourth-year databases course, and to commemorate the end of an era, I wore a suit to the exam, after which I joined my database prof, the late Dr. McLeod, at Crazy Go Nuts University’s Grad Club for some Glenfiddich.

I toasted the Good Doctor with John Belushi’s line from Animal House: “Christ! Seven years of college…down the drain!” [52 KB .WAV sound file]

John Belushi as John 'Bluto' Blutarski in 'Animal House'.

Good times.


Do you still get school-related deja vu? Or anxiety dreams? (Very occasionally, I still have the nightmare where I’m being hit with a surprise exam or realize that I’d never even heard of the assignment due today.) Or are you still in school? Comment away!

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After-Work Barbecue

One of the nice things about working at Tucows is that the Toronto office is a pretty decent space, being an old warehouse in the Accordion City neighbourhood known as Liberty Village. When your biggest complaint is an overabundance of natural light (which makes it hard to read a screen), things can’t be too bad.

The company recently picked up a couple of gas barbecues and hooked them up to a natural gas line on the deck. We inaugurated them last Friday with an after-work company barbecue where our CEO Elliot Noss played chef:

Elliot Noss flips burgers on Tucows' new barbecues.
Fearless Leader barbecues on the Tucows deck.

Naturally, a company named Tucows would serve beef (and beef-like veggieburgers for those of us lower on the food chain).

I should check to see what the rules — if any exist — about using the barbecue are. I’d like to fire it up and make my own lunch sometime.

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Comment Fight!

Even when I haven’t yet thrown my hat in the ring, a skirmish in the comments often makes me think of the line from Patton: “I love it. God help me, I do love it so. I love it more than my life”. If you haven’t checked it out yet, go see the comments to the post about the audiobook billboards poking fun at Dubya, as well as a premature declaration of victory by Kathy “Relapsed Catholic” Shaidle and Martey Dodoo’s apt summary.

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Accordion, Instrument of the Gods It Happened to Me Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Long Weekend Report: A Preview

Wendy and I had a great long weekend, which included taking Dave out on the town and hanging out with friends. One of the friends with whom we hung out was Maria, who took some photos and posted them in this entry, including the gem below. That’s me and Dave onstage at the Gladstone, knocking the karaoke crowd out with our Chicagoan-plus-accordion treatment of Poison’s classic, Every Rose Has Its Thorn:

Joey deVilla on accordion and Dave Ahrens on vocals at the Gladstone Hotel.
Click the photo to see the original on Flickr.

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It Happened to Me Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Mel’s Montreal Deli: Thumbs Down

Mel's Montreal Deli.

On Saturday night, before taking Dave out on the town, Wendy and I decided to hit Mel’s Montreal Diner (440 Bloor Street West, just east of Bathurst) in order to give him a taste of Montreal smoked meat and poutine.

Unfortunately, he never got that taste. Despite the fact that the patio had only two or three occupied tables and the interior restaurant was empty, we waited ten minutes for service before walking out, announcing our departure along the way.

Mel’s waitstaff have generally been sub-par (not just my opinion, see these ones). I’ve seen bathroom mould with more ambition. Even at places where it’s screamingly obvious that the waitstaff are actors with notepads, there’s at least an attempt at professionalism and customer service. The staff at Mel’s seem to have been culled from amateur night at a bipolar disorder clinic.

In spite of the bad service, most people usually forgive Mel’s because of the smoked meat and poutine. The stuff is tasty, and the portions are generous.

There’s also the factor of its location in the Annex, a neighbourhood active both day and night (Jane Jacobs chose to live there). Typically, when I go there, it’s usually after last call, when I’m tired, hungry, with a crowd and perhaps a little tipsy, so the slow service isn’t as noticeable. It’s very telling that the place seems to do its best business is on Friday and Saturday nights after 2, when many other people are in the same state. If it weren’t for the uniqueness of their Montreal deli offerings, the local bar-hoppers, dance-clubbers and film-goers would hit the nearby Tim Horton’s, Insomnia and Pita Pit instead.

But not getting any service at all? On Saturday evening at 7:30 p.m., prime time for the resto-bar trade? That’s bad, even for Mel’s.