With the cryptospam and this new wellbutrin stuff, I’ve been on mind-altering drugs for almost two years now. That’s a lot of visits to the pharmacy to get prescriptions filled or refilled.

One thing I’ve noticed is that they almost always stick one or two of those little warning labels on the bottle, but they rarely use the same labels.

Some months I should take with food. Other months I’m to avoid operating heavy machinery. Some months I’m advised not to take the drugs with alcohol. This month the warning says that the drugs may cause dizziness.

So this leaves me contemplating what this all really means.

• Maybe the medicine has every possible side-affect and every possible warning applies, but they can only fit one or two labels on the bottle, so they’re sort of giving them to me in series and one day I’ll have them all.
• Maybe the medicine is a placebo and they can’t remember what they told me to avoid last month, so they just stick a warning on there and hope for the best.
• Maybe the manufacturer can’t make the medicine the same way from month to month so every month it’s a different formula and hence has different properties, and different warnings apply.
• Maybe the medicine is totally safe but the pharmacist wants to use up his supply of warning labels so he can order new ones.
• Or maybe it’s completely random and they just slap any old warning label on every bottle that they give to their mentally unstable clients just to mess with us and keep us guessing.

Only thing I know for certain is, if there’s no “don’t take with alcohol” label, then it means that the pillz are perfectly safe to take with booze. Even if they weren’t last month.

Why does the yummiest stuff come from so far away?

I mean, I’m in Brampton, Canada – roughly 79 degrees west and 44 degrees north. King Island Dairy is roughly 143 degrees east, and 40 degrees south. In other words – the opposite side of the world. Like what’s that, 20,000 km away?

Yet they make some super  yummy blue cheese – Roaring Forties Blue – named for the winds which whip around the southern seas at 40 degrees lattitude, at speeds up to 100km/h.

I guess I should just be glad that I can even get my hands on it, here on the far side of the world. And it’s not even crazy-priced, too.

Anyways, blah blah blah blue cheese. Get some, try some, it’s the bomb.

Seems that ancient Egyptians used a base-ten system, but they did not use placement and had no concept of zero.

Whereas the Babylonians, using their base-sixty system, did have both placement and zero. Very cool stuff.

The Mayans also understood zero, they used a base-twenty system along with placement.

Who decided that two days of rest was sufficient to recover and recharge after five days of work? Whomever it was, I disagree.

It is my strong belief that every weekend should consist of three days. One day to recover and recharge from work, one day to do the housework and chores, and one day to play.

I realize that if we reduce every work-week to four days, the economy could suffer. Consequently, I have now decided that we will extend the week to eight days, with the additional day being added to the weekend.

Henceforth, the week shall consist of the following days: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday will remain the traditional ‘work week’. Saturday, Sunday, and Stephday will be the weekend.

The eight-day week will go into effect starting September 1st, 2010.

Cheers.

Two heads might be better than one – but three heads are way better than two!

Today, I converted my dual-head iMac into a triple-head iMac – one computer, three screens! And they’re all digital!

None of that shabby analog VGA stuff around here, no-sir-ee! The iMac screen is a Digital LCD, then to the right I have a 19″ 4:3 screen that’s running DVI, and up top I have a 19″ 16:9 HD-TV hooked up with HDMI.

I got the TV so I could watch the World Cup, and what with the football over for another 3 years 10 months, I wasn’t sure what to do with the TV. Then I realized hey, I could hook it to my iMac! Now I can play media up there, and it’s on one of those articulated arm things so I can swing it around and aim it at the living room.

Yeah, I’m in geek heaven here. Every additional screen you put on your computer is like eleventeen hundred geek bonus-points.

I want me some iPhone 4.

Last year when I got the 3Gs, the only thing I really strongly felt that it was missing was an LED – I have a thing for blinky lights. So I whined about it a while but eventually gave up. Now, lo and behold, the iPhone 4 comes out and it has a blinky light! Hallelujah!

They say it’s a flash for the camera, which is fine. I’ve seen people are already making flashlight apps for it, which is cool – the fact that the LED is controllable through software, independently of the camera is good.

I understand the iPhone 4 has some other upgrades too, something about faster processor, more memory, better screen, blah blah blah. It has a blinky light. What more does it need?

Actually, every year these things get more and more like StarTrek tricorders. It boasts an impressive list of sensors: ambient light; proximity; 3-axis accellerometer; gyroscope; 3-axis magnetometer; two microphones; and of course two cameras – one of which can do “HD”. Plus there’s enough RF coming and going to put tumours on a shark: 4-band GMS cellular; GPS receiver; 802.11n wifi; Bluetooth 2.1; even an FM transciever built in to one of the chips.

So yeah, I’ve got one on-order from Apple. It’ll be a few weeks it seems, so till then I’ll have to resign myself to looking at specs, tear-down photos, and reading about the joys other people are having with their iPhone 4, after they were willing to spend all day in lines.

The next three weeks will go by so slowly…

Yesterday, instead of doing chores or whatever, I ended up sitting around watching episodes of an old TV show on the internet. I might still buy the DVDs if I find them, on account of the ads they kept inserting into the stream.

I say ads but really it was just the same ad, over and over. Four times per episode, thirteen episodes. It wasn’t even an entertaining or funny commercial. Some strange Redbull thing that involved dogs. And they made sure to draw naughty-bits on the dogs which I thought was particularily wierd.

So throughout the afternoon I had fifty-two opportunities to wonder why a Redbull commercial would intentionaly put naughty bits on animated dogs, and does that contribute to Redbull sales?

Maybe it was an experiment.

I certainly don’t feel any urge to buy Redbull. It’s very expensive and I’m not entirely convinced that it doesn’t contain some kind of exotic carcinogen. Though I suppose now it’s also linked in my brain with canine porn and bestiality. Again, not sure if that was the marketing plan or not.

I don’t really understand the whole energy-drink craze.