A collection of digital wonders and some other stuff
Here is a link to the flash menu of a new 3D game that I am helping to make in my production management class. The big green rotating guy that used to be there has been updated with a rotating jeep from the game. I’m also going to try and put in a three-dimensional map of Lethbridge in the map section. What do you think?
Update: The class is over and the link has been removed.
The word “definitely” is spelled d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y. NOT defanatly or defenetly. Definite and ly = Definitely
Thank-you.
This problem is widespread and so I’d like you to just take a moment while I explain something.
It’s SPELLED L-O-S-E not L-O-O-S-E.
lose
v., lost (lôst, lŏst) los•ing, los•es.
To be unsuccessful in retaining possession of; mislay: He’s always losing his car keys.
To be deprived of (something one has had): lost her art collection in the fire; lost her job.
To be left alone or desolate because of the death of: lost his wife.
To be unable to keep alive: a doctor who has lost very few patients.
To be unable to keep control or allegiance of: lost his temper at the meeting; is losing supporters by changing his mind.
To fail to win; fail in: lost the game; lost the court case.
To fail to use or take advantage of: Don’t lose a chance to improve your position.
To fail to hear, see, or understand: We lost the plane in the fog. I lost her when she started speaking about thermodynamics.
Loose is something completely different.
Thank-you.
The 6 hour drive itself was pretty uneventful. I did see a guy trying to drive and play his guitar. If you thought using a cell phone and driving was bad… What was that guy thinking?
I stopped in Calgary for dinner with Mom, Dad, and Gary and then picked up a Valentines Day present for Anna-Maria. Then after being informed how unwelcome I was at Garys house I left for Edmonton. Yes, I am more than a little offended.
I guess it should not really come as a surprise given the difficulty I have had getting along with them lately. The whole getting kicked off the milner blog and the rude treatment the whole family has received whenever they stay over at Garys. It is a wonder that he even pretends we are on good terms. He had me fooled.
Visiting with Anna-Maria has been fun though. I saw her play yesterday which was excellent (as far as I can say considering I do not speak French). I actually really enjoyed the show despite the language barrier and I think she under-estimates how good it actually is.
I think I may check out the World Famous West Edmonton Mall later this afternoon. Tomorrow I head back to Calgary for my 5:15pm flight to Vancouver. Look for updated posts containing the swim results. Of course I would love to get a national qualifying time, but I will be really happy with any personal best time.
Valentine’s Day, it turns out, was not invented by Hallmark to sell cards. It is named for one of three saints recognized by the Catholic Church, and the reasons he is attached to the concept of romance are somewhat murky. Nonetheless, he was one of the more popular saints in Europe during the Middle Ages.
Now I’m off to see my Valentine, Anna-Maria, in Edmonton.
I probably won’t post again until after reading week (9 days from today).
When I left the house this morning I forgot something very important – my keys! I ran to school anyway and 40 minutes later arrived, breathless and tired. I ended up catching a ride home with Bill Onofrychuk but had to spend the day wandering around the neighbourhood until my roommate got home at 5:00. Luckily Jake was home and gave me something to eat and let me hang at his place for the afternoon. I’m NEVER going to leave my keys behind again, it’s the most frustrating experience in recent memory.
It turns out that Janet Jackson is actually a member of the borg collective.
I would comment more on the Janet Jackson nipple thing, but she did it for attention and frankly I think the borg link is as much attention as I want to give.
Why is it that some businesses think that leaving photocopied ads strewn around the University is a legitimate form of advertising? I was disgusted to find the hallways and emailing stations littered with advertisements for the Top Hat Strip Club reading, “Ladies Night – International Men”. The tattoo parlor located coincidentally right next door to Top Hat also had ads on the floor and windows of the University Hallway. It seems to me that the companies responsible for this “littertising” should be held responsible – even fined for littering. It’s not like we don’t know who is leaving the mess behind. They should at least have to come and pick it up.
Strip Clubs and tattoo Parlors are not the only guilty party. Vector Marketing has long been an enemy of common sense and decency – laying hundreds of thousands of business cards strewn down hallways and on chairs around the campas. This kind of unethical advertising should be stopped but how? Well I for one have decided to boycott their services. That’s right, just because of their shady marketing campain, I won’t be signing up to buy or sell knives from Vector Marketing – nor will I be chipping in for a new tattoo or going to see “International Men” at the Top Hat. Geez, can I possibly be anymore Activist?
Point your hands towards your chest. Cross your hands one over the other and interlock your fingers and then raise your knuckles. Now look at the index finger that is pointing to the left and wiggle it. Bet you move the wrong one.
From Making Light
While sitting in your chair, lift your right foot slightly off the ground and move it in clockwise circles. Now draw the numeral “6” in the air with your right hand. Your foot will involuntarily reverse direction.
I’ve decided to go to Vancouver on reading week for the 2004 Western Canadian Championships in swimming.
In other news, I have discovered that whenever I am supposed to be writing an essay I find it really easy to clean the house. “Hey I can’t write this essay yet, the walls need to be cleaned!” But I did get the damn thing finished – sort of. I hope he goes easy on me. 1 down only 3 more to go (in that class).