Saturday, February 6th, 2010
Daily Archive
Daily Archive
Partner was helping me change plugs in the Ogwife’s truck when he remarked ‘hey, I stumbled across the original meaning of “Din” (the industrial standards used in industry for many components and processed) “It means” he says, ” DIN – Deutsches Institut für Normung” He didn’t even attempt the Bavarian accent. I said, “makes sense, who wants to say THAT all the time? it’s just like JIS, or “Japan Industrial Standard”. Partner replied “Yes, and besides, nobody can pronounce “fucking doghouse smileyface” (referring of course to the Kanji Characters)
It still makes me giggle uncontrollably when I think of it.
In other news, I found a twoney in my pocket this morning, the change from a fiver I took down to the Macs in owen sound while in Canada. It reminded me of this:
Wife’s family is sitting around talking about the funeral and drinking. These folks can drink, I’ma tellya. -28 outside, and an OMG-35 windchill. Feet of snow. I get sent on an errand.
So I’m standing in the Mac’s (the Canadian 7-11) and the woman gives me my change, I take the looney, the tooney, and the bag of ICE I’VE JUST PURCHASED, look at the counter girl, and think. “This is altogether the most ludicrous errand I have ever been on.”
The dog has gotten increasingly adept at opening the gate at the kitchen. At first yoiu didn’t have to latch it, just close it. Then you had to latch it. THen the dog ate the pin that links the lift to the latch, and latching it made little difference.
Now the dog knows to lift the arm and pull back the latch with his paw. So I drilled a couple holes in the arm and put on a bungee cord. Then he learned to chew off the bungee cord.
All in order for him to make his way into the magical, mystical, forbidden kitchen.
Where no food is stored in lower cabinets anyway, and the best he can do is graze the floor for accidentally dropped Crunch Berries.
See, we used to have the gate up predominantly to keep the cat from trying to eat the dog. Cooney loved to annoy Max, right up to the end.
Guess it keeps him from getting bored while we’re at work.