Author Archives: Nelson Milum

From my iPhone…

So, I got myself a new phone finally! The lovely iPhone 4S no less. It’s pretty good so far. No glitches or any­thing. This is my first “big ticket” item from Apple that I’ve owned and I hope that it everything I’m expect­ing. I also hope that I’ll be able to get AppleCare+ when I go to the US on

Book Binding

So, I’ve been think­ing of try­ing this out for a little while, I need a hobby that takes me away from the com­puter for a little bit. Linds had sug­ges­ted it once or twice in the past, and we’ve looked at web­sites about the pro­cess and pro­cesses. Today I dove in and gave it a try. I just used some cheap printer

Mo’ Money and all that jazz.

I cut up my credit card this even­ing. It all star­ted at about 6:00PM today; a young man came over to our apart­ment to pur­chase one of my gui­tars that I don’t really play. I got a cool five hun­dred for it, and that’s pretty sweet. Anyways, I drove over to the local bank to deposit the cash… you know,

Things to do for free in Calgary, Alberta.

After some extens­ive research (A.K.A ten minutes on the Google) I have developed a com­pre­hens­ive list of all of the fun and amaz­ing things a per­son can do free of charge in Calgary! 1  —  Go for a walk some­where. There’s a lot of parks. 2  —  Go for a walk some­where else! … And, that’s it. Fuck

Brownies.

I’m mak­ing them. At Lindsay’s  behest of course. I just remembered, after put­ting the pan in the oven, that I didn’t oil or flour the pan. Sadface. I ima­gine they’ll be deli­cious though. In them is flour, cocoa powder, bak­ing powder, salt, maple syrup, agave nec­tar, water, coconut oil, vanilla extract and heat. A vegan delight I ima­gine. It’s funny,

Happy birthday, Freddy Mercury.

This is a fant­astic video by the Googs to cel­eb­rate the 65th b’day of Freddy Mercury.  

Blame teh gays.

This is an hil­ari­ous vidio I saw today at The Friendly Atheist. Last month dur­ing Stockholm Pride it aired. Turn on sub­titles and enjoy!

I love my computer

I love this machine so much I want to throw it off of the bal­cony. Every once in a while it has been com­pletely lock­ing up on me. Of course it hasn’t been hap­pen­ing with any reli­ab­il­ity, so if I were to take it in to a tech shop they would return it with no trouble found more than

I’ll call it a Poem

This way, it’s not whinge­ing.   I don’t have any­thing to say. I don’t write on demand. I need a topic. This isn’t work­ing. Something. Something Something, Write some­thing. Write what thing? Is there any one thing that needs for me to write that thing. no

What do I want to say?

I’m tired. I look at myself and see me going to work almost every day, for­cing a smile and act­ing like a good extro­vert, then I come home com­pletely drained. I’m barely able to stand once I sit down, so I find myself hunched in front of my com­puter look­ing at mind­less com­ics and worth­less crap from the dregs of the