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The title says it all. Milk faced off with laptop, milk won. Short-circuit, milk drained, guessing the motherboard and keyboard are likely goners. The hard drive and other components seem okay, to be honest.
So, yell at me for being an idiot now, k thx.
Over the weekend, I traveled with a group of friends to Kejimkujik National Park in southwestern Nova Scotia. This is one of those places that I’ve always gone to, and that has become even infinitely more interesting now that my camera comes with me. As I grow old and feeble and unable to bike with the same ability as years previous, my camera more than makes up for it. Except, you know, in terms of exercise and all that. I did get over 20k in, but that’s for a later post. For now, I’m tired.
So, here’s a few links to whet your appetite for photographic evidence of my trip: a set of pretty Flickr photos from the trip as a whole, and the first Facebook album of what is certainly going to be a whole lot. Why? The first album only covered the first four hours of the trip. And I didn’t even add every picture.
So, enjoy, and stay tuned for more albums and maybe even some more Flickr Photos as the week goes on. Plus, some stories and all that fun stuff.
Hammonds Plains, NS – Under clear skies at the Greenhill Tennis Facility in Highland Park, the battle of the McNutts reached its anti-climactic end after a mere forty minutes, in which Myles McNutt dominated Ryan McNutt to take their Best-of-Five match in straight sets (6-0, 6-1, 6-1).
While Ryan was out of practice and didn’t quite have home court advantage, the game was still mostly a display for Myles’ growing skills.
“I’ve only been playing for a week, now,” Myles said in a post-match interview, “but I’m starting to feel more comfortable with my serves and my returns. It’s good to have a real game under my belt for when I return to Acadia to face stiffer competition.”
Ryan, meanwhile, could only lament his loss, commenting that he was certainly going to be sore in the morning. While this may be the case, he doesn’t go home empty-handed: he performed some strong shots, and certainly kept up with Myles in the game. He plans to try to test out his newly honed skills at a court nearer to his home in the future.
Myles, meanwhile, heads to Acadia in about a week, and there he hopes to find new competition.
“I’ve got two rackets, four balls and a desire to play more tennis. Anyone who is interested, you’ll know where to find me.” Sounds like a challenge to this reporter! Will anyone take him up on his challenge? Well, we’ll find out soon.
[In a new feature here at the Myles Files, "All Thumbs" will be a way for me to send kudos out to various individuals while also offering some criticism of others. Some of them will be serious, and some of them...won't be. So, enjoy.]
Thumbs Up to…
Emily McCarthy and Kelton Thomason, two of the fine folks organizing New Student Orientation this year, for being on the ball with the Special Interest Groups. Last year was a complete mess, as people didn’t know what they were and the organizational failures led to events that were both poorly attended and poorly organized. After getting lucky the first year, a lack of NSO Leader knowledge on the subject and general planning led to the bubble bursting, and it wasn’t pretty.
But Emily and Kelton have been putting together an entire website for all of the facilitators and events, and are actually planning on pre-registering people. This excites me to no end, as now I can Facebook stalk potential debating recruits. And, let’s face it, I never turn down a chance to do that! So kudos, Emily and Kelton, for some fine work that fulfills perhaps my biggest beef with Welcome Week. Now, if we can cut down on the length of that Red and White Scrimmage, that would be marvelous.
Thumbs Down to…
Kent in Lower Sackville. I was stuck at your particular business establishment for ten minutes today, and you had absolutely no form of sustenance to offer me. No Caramilk, no Mars, no Smarties…you only had gum. Well, I didn’t want gum. I wanted a chocolate bar. But instead, I got nothing. While I understand you sell building supplies, I also think you should at least carry a small number of chocolate based items for those of us who may be famished.
Thumbs Up to…
The weather, for two things. First, for holding off the torrential rain until last evening, as opposed to dumping it onto me while I was working yesterday. And second, most importantly, for looking pretty frakkin’ awesome for this weekend’s camping trip.
Thumbs Down to…
The weather, for two things. First, for bringing said torrential rain in conjunction with Thunder and Lightning, which basically turned Cody into a panting mess all evening. And, second, for bringing quite so much rain, perhaps rendering the paths at Keji to be puddled messes when it comes to biking through them.
Thumbs Up to…
Everyone who entered The Myles’ Files first ever Caption Contest! There was some strong interest in the contest, and for that I am most grateful. However…
Okay, so this will be short. Late last night, I started receiving hits from a message board for Denver Attachment Parenting, which was perhaps one of the most obscure referrals I’ve received at Cultural Learnings. Since I don’t have time before work to attempt to figure out a logical connection, and because I refuse to register for an attachment parenting forum to find out, here’s some info on Attachment Parenting…any idea why they might be linking to my TV blog?
Wikipedia – Attachment Parenting
General
Attachment parenting, a phrase coined by pediatrician William Sears, is a parenting philosophy based on the principles of the attachment theory in developmental psychology. According to attachment theory, a strong emotional bond with parents during childhood, also known as a secure attachment, is a precursor of secure, empathic relationships in adulthood.
Eight Principles of Attachment Parenting
Per Dr. Sears’ theory of attachment parenting (AP), proponents such as the API attempt to foster a secure bond with their children by promoting eight principals which are identified as goals for parents to strive for. These eight principals are:
- Preparation for Pregnancy, Birth and Parenting
- Feed with Love and Respect
- Respond with Sensitivity
- Use Nurturing Touch
- Engage in Nighttime Parenting
- Provide Consistent Loving Care
- Practice Positive Discipline
- Strive for Balance in Personal and Family Life
So…anyone got a clue?
[Do you know what's fun? Numbers. They surround his every day, they add up to other numbers, and some of them are indivisible by anything but one and themselves! Isn't that Ka-RAZY?! Anywho, here's the numbers currently dominating my life.]
Number of Days of Work Remaining
Seven. Three this week, and then four next. Yay.
Number of Days Until Returning to Wolfville
11-14 Days, give or take. It’s still up in the air.
Yesterdays 18-Hole Golf Score
124. My mother asked me if this round was good for me, which is an impossible question to answer: I have no standards, I don’t golf enough to have them, so I really can’t say. I did, however, beat my father by a stroke. Take that!
SPF of Sunscreen placed on My Legs while Golfing Yesterday
0, which was hideously not smart of me. I clearly haven’t been outside enough this summer if I never had my legs burn, but I honestly didn’t even consider it, and I don’t know why. They’re currently a tad bit sensitive, which should make for an uncomfortable if shortened week. I hope, however, that they’ll be in decent shape by the time I head to…
After a refreshing session of Tennis with father dearest (Who fought through his carpel tunnel and shoulder problems to provide a decent first outing), I came home to drink some Kool-Aid, rest and relax from a hard evening’s work on the courts. I decided to check my blog stats, as I usually do, and found that there was a most intriguing Google Search that came to the Myles Files.
“tantallon serial killer”
Needless to say, I’m a little bit alarmed at this. First of all, I was unaware that there was a serial killer like right down the road, and will surely tread more carefully in the future. Plus, I know people from Tantallon: a word of warning goes out to them that they might want to avoid dark alleyways in the future. However, most importantly, this terrifies me for one specific reason:
It proves my mother right.
So, the lovely Ms. Suzanne McNeil gave me a great idea for a contest of sorts for The Myles Files, so all credit goes to her. I figure it’s about time I started giving some incentive to read the blog, and now seems like as good a time as ever.
So, here’s the first ever Myles Files “Caption This Picture” Contest!
Caption Me!
Context: This picture of Ryan “The Elder” McNutt and his girlfriend (The aforementioned Ms. McNeil) was taken at my cousin Paul’s wedding.
Caption Options: It’s entirely up to you – put words into either of their mouths, describe their actions, go nuts.
The Prize
Okay, so admittedly I don’t have an actual prize for you. However, if you live in bizarro land, you might find this just as valuable as a tangible object.
If you write the best caption out of all of the captions (There might not be very many), you get the ability to choose the topic of a post at my TV blog, Cultural Learnings. This means you can make me write pretty well whatever you want, within limits of course. If your goal in life has been to gain power over me in some form, here’s your chance!
I’m placing the deadline as Midnight on Sunday (That’s Monday Morning, technically), Atlantic time. Happy captioning, everyone!
This will be brief: I’m on this restaurant’s wireless connection while we stopped for a quick breakfast to plan counts out on the road. There’s a few things I want to get to immediately.
The Longest Goodbye
Okay, so any fellow RAs would have gotten the email from new Director of Residence Life Scott Rausch which informed us non-SRAs that our return date has been pushed back a week to August 24th. On the one hand, this has all sorts of benefits: I can work another four days, I don’t have to do as much training, etc. I should really be very happy about this.
Except that, well, I was ready to go back. I had mentally prepared myself to return to Wolfville in just two weeks, and entirely prepared to not be working that week. I’ve been in the Valley with work a few days recently, and I think I’m basically already there in my mind. While part of me should really be dreading what September will bring (Thesis, courses, planning, etc.), I’m more or less entirely prepared for this summer to be over.
I’m sure I’ll survive. Maybe.
I Want to Ride My Bicycle…
Currently dealing with some bike repairs that are most concerning. My bike only gets ridden about once a year, at Keji, so it isn’t in too bad shape in a majority of ways. However, one of those ways appears to be the drivetrain basically falling apart. This was experienced last year at Keji where I was useless not just due to out of shapeness, but also thanks to the inability to stay in gear. Being unable to rely on gear shifting basically made the entire experience an exercise in futility.
At 7:30 last night, our neighbourhood lost power for what appears to have been maintenance of some sort. I found this out when my internet died, and my laptop screen went dull, and when my light wouldn’t work. I spent some time staring at my clock wondering why it wasn’t on, and then kept working offline until Cody came up to bug me to go out. I headed outside, chatted with the rents and the neighbours, and then came back inside at about 8:10pm. This is my entire thought process as soon as I entered the house.
“I’ll just go online and…oh, right, I can’t go online. Darn then…well, I guess I could play some Resident Evil, I haven’t…oh wait, my TV isn’t magically powered by pixies. Well, I could always transfer those files from my old external drive to my new one and…oh wait, hard drives don’t have magical power supplies either.”
I was at a standstill. No, seriously: I stood still in my room and searched across the perimeter. It was getting a bit too dark for a book (Well, not really, that’s just my excuse), so my eyes kept going. And then, it came from the heavens:
What’s that on my dresser? Could it be, it’s…
