At work, when discussing with a client about the scoring system of his site:

3 flags make for one strike. 2 strikes and you are 'dismembered'.

Now I imagine the BOFH pulling the arms out of every user who posts spam on the site. That would be really effective!

All laughing aside, my response to the client was basically, "Let's use the verb 'banned,' shall we?"

My lonely roommate, who just came back home a moment ago:

-- I was speaking with the landlord yesterday. You're moving out?
-- Yup.
-- Still in Ottawa?
-- Um, somewhere.
-- Not sure yet?
-- Nope.

I just figured that my life is not, and never had been, her business. I don't know much about her, and I know virtually nothing about the third guy. The roommate has always been talking in other's backs about their private lives, and I'm putting this to a stop. I remember when I went to pick up a computer with her. The seller was trying to small talk with me and she kept answering for me:

-- So, Remi, you're learning Japanese?
-- Yes...
-- Yes, he's learning Japanese, every Saturday morning!
-- And what is you're last name again?
-- It's...

And there she cut me again to tell him my family name and spell it too. I'm old enough to answer myself, roommate, so shut the fuck up.

Finally, after August, I won't have to deal with roommates anymore.

My girlfriend, some friends, and I went berry picking two weeks ago. While we were waiting for the wagon that will carry us to the berry fields, a middle-aged man with his wife was attempting his best shot at humour. "What will happen when the wagon comes? They'll paint it?," he said. The thought of some bizarre need of painting a wagon prior to a ride was a bit funny to me, to I smiled. The man noticed my smile:

-- Do you understand my joke?
-- Well, I think I do.
-- Do you know what reference I am making? It was a movie called "Paint My Wagon," or something. What was it?
-- I... I don't remember. (Actually, he just lost me there.)
-- You don't understand my joke do you. (Then he speaks to his wife.) Do you know what I'm talking about?
-- Yes, I do., she said.
-- Oh, so you understand my joke? That guy here doesn't understand my joke. He doesn't know what I'm talking about.

And then he kept complaining about how I didn't understand his joke. The wait for the wagon was becoming as long as waiting for a bus under the rain. I just had to say something to bring all this to an end. "Well, I'm sorry, sir. I was smiling just to make you feel better, because even your wife understood your joke and didn't think it was funny."

There. That worked -- didn't hear a single word after.

I think he was referring to this movie:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paint_Your_Wagon_%28film%29

My bosses bought a computer store recently.  One of their clients ordered toner for his laser printer.  Since none was in stock, my boss tried to call the supplier.  As he was discussing with the supplier, the person at the other end of the line just exclaimed, "Hey! I'm the one who ordered that."  The face of my boss turning red in embarassment, he realised that he called the client instead of supplier.

Priceless moment!

Just ten minutes I go, I went to the Tim Horton's nearby.  I decided to order someone I haven't drank a long time ago: a chocolate ice cappucino, or ice capp, for short.

The service was slow this evening, as they were giving extra attention to a new trainee.  That's okay.  I waited.

Three customers later, I approached the counter, and I order:

-- Hi!  I'll have a small chocolate ice capp.
-- Um, what's sir?  Oh, wait, you said chocolate.  (Punches in "1 brownie.")
-- No, not a brownie, a small chocolate ice capp.
-- Oh okay, a chocolate milk.
-- No... A... Small... Chocolate... Ice... Capp.

After finally getting my ice capp, well guess what, this time she understood every but the chocolate.  It was a regular ice cappucino.

When I realised it was not what I ordered, I was already outside.  I felt like I already wasted my time and $2 on something I didn't want, I wasn't willing to spend more time in line to solve the problem.  Instead, I amused myself at splattering my ice capp down their gargage can in the parking lot.  What a mess, but more fun than arguing.

Bonne fête, Canada !

I know my busy schedule has been preventing me to write on Rémino recently, but for our nation's anniversary, I will leave you with an article on Canada.com featuring videos to make us proud:

Canada: A video tribute

Speaking with a customer:

-- I'm looking at the black. Can I have a lighter shade of black?

-- You mean gray?

The final release Mozilla Firefox 3 will be launched on June 17. (Which coincides with one of my coworkers' birthday.) For this event, Spread Firefox is encouraging people to download their copy of Firefox on that day, and help them set a Guinness world record.

I tried the latest release candidate of Firefox and I was really impressed. The interface has been refined and all the memory leaks, finally, have been patched.

If you think your browser is slow or not secure enough, even if you're running Firefox 2, I recommend you give Firefox 3 a try.

Happy downloading!

It's been a while since I wanted to do that, and this morning, I finally did.

I just added my name to the waiting list to get a Canadian flag that has flown on the Parliament.  Anyone can add their name to their list, but there's a 20-year waiting period.

Here are the instructions in English and in French.

I went to pick up my girlfriend at the oral surgeon's office. When she was ready, the secretary called a cab from Blue Line and I waited for it at the front.

Ten minutes later, he arrived. I just barely informed the secretary about his arrival that he asks out loud, "What's the matter? You're not ready yet?"

I told him to hold on as they are helping out my girlfriend. I walked back to the office's front door, located at three or four meters from the cab's side door and peeked inside when the driver started honking. "Hurry up! I'm blocking traffic!"

It took almost an entire 60 seconds to bring out my girlfriend. That's right. The driver couldn't wait a minute.