Wednesday, 31 March 2004

Disable stupid error message in XP

One of the things that bothers me is the message that pops up every time in XP asking me if I want to send an error report to Microsoft. No, I do not want to send a message. I have figured out how to turn that off. ;-)
  1. Right-click My Computer on the desktop if using the classic Windows start menu (otherwise, right-click My Computer on the start menu)
  2. Click Properties
  3. In System Properties, go to the Advanced tab
  4. Click Error Reporting
  5. Click Disable error reporting
  6. It's optional whether you want to be informed of critical Windows errors
  7. Click Ok > "Ok out of system properties," and this should disable the error reporting
I didn't figure out this for myself. It didn't bother me enough. I got it from a CNET email...
Listening to: Madonna - Don't Tell Me


Tuesday, 30 March 2004

Sad news

It's been pointed out to me (March 30th post) that we have all lost something that is near and dear to my heart. It's so sad... something that I enjoyed so much is gone now. I'll try and be strong, for all of us. I'm too over come with emotion to write more now.
Listening to: The Refreshments - Banditos


Marriage view points

After some recent active debates here, I was thinking twice about posting this, but I've been thinking about it and wanted to know what other people thought. And if you are posting, don't use any words that I'll have to look up (none of that ad hominem stuff).

I was talking to a child psychologist the other day (in a social setting). She had a theory that woman look for true love, and find someone that they really want to be with and then marry that person. While men will just marry whoever they are close when they decide that they want to settle down.

Now, let me say right now that I don't think that this is true for me. It's just stuck in my head because it's one of those things that never occurred to me, and I don't think it would have either.

Do guys just settle down when they figure that it's that time in their life, or do they really look at it as a life decision and that they want to find that special someone?
Listening to: Space - Fran in Japan


Monday, 29 March 2004

Too much choice

After talking to Liz the other night about an article about having too much choice, I see that slashdot has a story about it. The excerpt of the SciAm article seems really good. I might pick up this month's mag. It's a good mag, a step up from pop sci to be sure, but not out of the "normal" person's reading ability.
Listening to: Buddy Holly - Everyday


And thoughts of kayaks danced in his head...

One thing that I have wanted to get for years has been a kayak. My brothers know this, and just tonight he pointed one at Canadian Tire to me. I don't think that I want one like that. I want a longer sea kayak. Mec has a couple. But I think that I will only get one that's used. Something that I can afford more. After going to the boat show, I was told to check out Rideau Canoe Club, 'cause they have a sale April 8th & 9th. I really think that I'll be going to that event. I just hope that they have something nice, that I fit in. It's not a thing that you want to buy on a whim.

One thing that I was thinking about tonight is when am I going to make the time to go boating more? I'd love to be close to water somewhere and be able to go after work, but I don't see myself living that close to the Ottawa or another body of water for a while. I could go yakking in my ditch, but it gets boring 'cause it's pretty narrow, straight, and the scenery doesn't change too much. Plus the portaging would get tiring after a while... ;-)
Listening to: The Tragically Hip - Twist My Arm


Sunday, 28 March 2004

Red to Blue

It looks like people are seriously talking about terraforming Mars. I read most of Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars series. Pretty good, with some interesting ideas and things that I don't think that I would have thought of. It was a really believable telling how humans would go to and change Mars. A good read.

Do I think that we're ready to go to another planet and start making major changes? No, not really. I think that we're not doing a good enough job on this rock to be allowed to play with another, but I don't think that anyone is going to stop us. Let's just hope that we do it well, without screwing up too much. I don't see anytime soon that we'll be able to travel to other stars, so the 3rd and 4th rocks around the sun I figure is all we have to play with. Maybe one day we're not going to be the only blue jewel around Sol.
Listening to: Moxy Fruvous - Breakfast at Tiffany's


Saturday, 27 March 2004

Amedical Idol

Last night I went to Amedical Idol at school. If you didn't guess, it was put on by the med students. It was wonderful. I totally recommend anyone to go see it (tonight's the last night). I think that admission at the door is like 9 $ and it all goes to charity.

I had no idea that so many of the med students were so talented... there was a group of french guys who did this monk-like chant called "Yo-Yo- chanson francophone" or something like that. That was cool because it had a great rhythm. And there was other singing and dancing acts that were also totally great. One of my favourites was The Amazing Matt Balancing Act. And no, they didn't balance some guy named Matt, he did the balancing. On his chin. The first thing that he did was a hockey stick. Pretty cool. Next he did a wok. Cool again, but not extraordinary. Then he did a full sized street bicycle, with the wheel spinning. Damn cool. Then he did a full sized folding table (like the big heavy kind that they have at churchs and bake sales). Remember, he's doing this on his chin. I won't give away what he did at the end, but it was impressive too.

One of the cool things that I sort of missed with my experience at U of O was the professors involvement. Many of their prof's (and deans!) were there, in some of the acts, and some video's making fun of themselves. They all really had a great sense of humour. They did such a good job. Bravo!
Listening to: Matthew Good Band - Strange Days