Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Something new
Ok, so lets say you never want to miss a single blog from me? Well, now, its easy. I have added syndication to my blog. Just add this url http://www.gabrielrobichaud.com/feed.xml to your rss reader or in your custom Google home page and you will be able to view all my new blog articles automatically. Coool huh?
Top 11 reasons Americans don't watch the World Cup (brought to you by BBspot)
11. Having a hard time converting from metric goals to imperial.
10. What? All Americans south of Rio Grande watch it!
9. Because soccer is for moms. Or so I've heard.
8. Never got soccer fever immunizations as a kid worried they might catch it.
7. Oath of allegiance to NFL prohibits viewing of soccer matches.
6. Ignoring losing team much easier than admitting you are a loser.
5. Lost all interest after Lance Armstrong retired.
4. Not enough commercial breaks
3. Failing to understand the concept of "the world".
2. Conflicts with summer Fear Factor marathon.
1. Because if you like soccer, the terrorists win.
10. What? All Americans south of Rio Grande watch it!
9. Because soccer is for moms. Or so I've heard.
8. Never got soccer fever immunizations as a kid worried they might catch it.
7. Oath of allegiance to NFL prohibits viewing of soccer matches.
6. Ignoring losing team much easier than admitting you are a loser.
5. Lost all interest after Lance Armstrong retired.
4. Not enough commercial breaks
3. Failing to understand the concept of "the world".
2. Conflicts with summer Fear Factor marathon.
1. Because if you like soccer, the terrorists win.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
50 Corporate Secrets
If you work, or if you ever plan on working, I have a suggestion for you :
Read THIS BOOK
This is, without a doubt, the most usefull information I have read in last 25 years (since I learned to read.)
This is a page turner. I could not put this book down. A colleague of mine leant it to me and I read the first half of the book during lunch! Its incredible. I learned amazing things about how Corporations operate, and how much there is left unsaid, but still happens behind the scenes.
The author, Cynthia Shapiro, is an HR expert with mountains of experience as a consultant for many many many companies in the U.S.A. Trust me, you need to read this book before your next conversation with your boss and especially before your next evaluation meeting.
If you do end up reading this book, or have read it in the past, please click on the comments and let me know what you thought.
Read THIS BOOK
This is, without a doubt, the most usefull information I have read in last 25 years (since I learned to read.)
This is a page turner. I could not put this book down. A colleague of mine leant it to me and I read the first half of the book during lunch! Its incredible. I learned amazing things about how Corporations operate, and how much there is left unsaid, but still happens behind the scenes.
The author, Cynthia Shapiro, is an HR expert with mountains of experience as a consultant for many many many companies in the U.S.A. Trust me, you need to read this book before your next conversation with your boss and especially before your next evaluation meeting.
If you do end up reading this book, or have read it in the past, please click on the comments and let me know what you thought.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Bonspiel - La Quête du Roi
Here is a shot of the final stone in the 3rd end of the final game of the C division title at the bonspiel.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Vancouver - Capilano Tree Tops
This structure is hanging from a bunch of Douglas Fir trees. Its like an ewoke village! Very cool.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
ORACLE SQL TIP OF THE DAY
You know, sometimes you just do the dumbest things because you never bothered looking into simplifying the task. Lets say you have a table full of data and you want to retrieve all duplicates. Well this is how i used to do it.
select *
from ( select mydata, count(*) thecount
from mytable
group by mydata)
where thecount > 1;
Well thats just DUMB DUMB DUMB!!!!
I can write instead:
select mydata, count(*)
from mytable
group by mydata having count(*) > 1;
much much better!!
select *
from ( select mydata, count(*) thecount
from mytable
group by mydata)
where thecount > 1;
Well thats just DUMB DUMB DUMB!!!!
I can write instead:
select mydata, count(*)
from mytable
group by mydata having count(*) > 1;
much much better!!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Boys playing with dolls.
I recently started reading The Republic Of T. Another fellow blogger who happens to be gay. Most of what he writes is well researched and in tune with my opinions. Recently though he talked about how he used to play with dolls as he was growing up.
Now that got me wondering. Did I ever play with dolls? I don't think so! I had a stuffed monkey growing up, but only until the age of 3 or 4. I remember playing in the sand box, the woods, building treehouse like things and even playing with GI-Joe.
Although I was not much for violent sports, we did pretend we were American soldiers for a few weeks after watching the movie Red Dawn. We also had a very bad habit of carving wooden ninja weapons and pretending we were ninjas or Bruce Lee. We even nick named my little brother Joel "Ninja of the Lunch Can" because he used to swing that thing around like a ninja! It was very dangerous.
So do all fags play with dolls? I have heard so many of my gay friends talk about how they would steal their mother's or sister's clothing and dress up when they were kids. I did no such thing. The only time I put on a dress, I was 17 years old and it was for a performance piece in my theatre arts class... It got me an A, and that was the point.
But I guess the fact that I elected to register in theatre arts instead of GYM 2 might have been an indication of things to come. I didn't play any sports, nor was I any good at them, but it was certainly not because I did not want to. No sir! In fact, back then I was dying to be in sports. Any sport. But I was 16 years old, and I was not quite 5 feet tall. (Thankfully I grew to 5'10 in the following 5 years, talk about a late bloomer. I was still losing baby teeth in University).
But I never played with dolls. I am somehow very proud of that. Maybe it is because I failed too many other tests of masculinity growing up. We had the ultimate test of masculinity growing up. We had a game that we called "Faggot". The game was played on bicycles. Everyone would ride on their bike except for the faggot. The faggot would have to run around trying to tag the guys on their bikes. Once you were "it", you would dismount your bicycle and try to tag someone else, because you would not want to be the faggot too long, it would get annoying after a while since part of the game was chanting: "FAGGOT!! FAGGOT!! FAGGOT!!" as you zoomed by the faggot. Surprisingly, I was very good at this game and seldom became the faggot. My brother, who is now married and arguably one of the most masculine guys I know, was constantly the faggot. So much for putting any worth in those games boys play.
Now that got me wondering. Did I ever play with dolls? I don't think so! I had a stuffed monkey growing up, but only until the age of 3 or 4. I remember playing in the sand box, the woods, building treehouse like things and even playing with GI-Joe.
Although I was not much for violent sports, we did pretend we were American soldiers for a few weeks after watching the movie Red Dawn. We also had a very bad habit of carving wooden ninja weapons and pretending we were ninjas or Bruce Lee. We even nick named my little brother Joel "Ninja of the Lunch Can" because he used to swing that thing around like a ninja! It was very dangerous.
So do all fags play with dolls? I have heard so many of my gay friends talk about how they would steal their mother's or sister's clothing and dress up when they were kids. I did no such thing. The only time I put on a dress, I was 17 years old and it was for a performance piece in my theatre arts class... It got me an A, and that was the point.
But I guess the fact that I elected to register in theatre arts instead of GYM 2 might have been an indication of things to come. I didn't play any sports, nor was I any good at them, but it was certainly not because I did not want to. No sir! In fact, back then I was dying to be in sports. Any sport. But I was 16 years old, and I was not quite 5 feet tall. (Thankfully I grew to 5'10 in the following 5 years, talk about a late bloomer. I was still losing baby teeth in University).
But I never played with dolls. I am somehow very proud of that. Maybe it is because I failed too many other tests of masculinity growing up. We had the ultimate test of masculinity growing up. We had a game that we called "Faggot". The game was played on bicycles. Everyone would ride on their bike except for the faggot. The faggot would have to run around trying to tag the guys on their bikes. Once you were "it", you would dismount your bicycle and try to tag someone else, because you would not want to be the faggot too long, it would get annoying after a while since part of the game was chanting: "FAGGOT!! FAGGOT!! FAGGOT!!" as you zoomed by the faggot. Surprisingly, I was very good at this game and seldom became the faggot. My brother, who is now married and arguably one of the most masculine guys I know, was constantly the faggot. So much for putting any worth in those games boys play.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Working hard?
Or hardly working? Today, its a bit more of the latter. Today's blog is coming to you directly from my cubicle, 1092-A. Across from me, at cubicle 1094-D, there has been lots of action of late. Somebody somewhere screwed something up and now that is in turn screwing up more things that are screwing up the lives of the inhabitants of cube 1094-D, 1092-B, 1096-F and 1094-B.
While this is going on I'm too busy trying to dodge 1074 and 1096-F because I feel that Fridays are generally not my most productive days. And in case you missed it, 1074 is the big wig. He doesn't have a letter because his work space comes with a door.
My cube, 1092-B, has no door, nor light, no privacy and no personality. I could really use one of those surprise Ikea decoration commercial people to come in and do a cubicle makeover. I think a splash of pink and a few different texture might make the place look more inviting.
Hmm... I don't know if I need it to be more inviting than it already is. 1092-B spends enough time rambling off in here as it is. I get my morning visit around 9am from 1094-B, which is usually interesting. Once in a while I'll get a prolonged visit from 1094-D which garantees me more brain farts than I can handle.
A few weeks ago one of my dearest colleagues was moved to 1090-D. Now that's at the other end of the building, in the "other" section. Although its quiet, he gets a great view of the occupant of 1088-A which, I am certain, helps make the day go by a lot faster.
Personally, I have developed a fascination for 1085-B. That helps keep my days here interesting. God forbid I would actually get some work done. Why on earth would I do that? Oh damn it. I think I have a meeting in 1072 with a bunch of cube heads, so I need to go get some more free coffee and toothpicks to help keep my eyes open for next hour.
C ya!
While this is going on I'm too busy trying to dodge 1074 and 1096-F because I feel that Fridays are generally not my most productive days. And in case you missed it, 1074 is the big wig. He doesn't have a letter because his work space comes with a door.
My cube, 1092-B, has no door, nor light, no privacy and no personality. I could really use one of those surprise Ikea decoration commercial people to come in and do a cubicle makeover. I think a splash of pink and a few different texture might make the place look more inviting.
Hmm... I don't know if I need it to be more inviting than it already is. 1092-B spends enough time rambling off in here as it is. I get my morning visit around 9am from 1094-B, which is usually interesting. Once in a while I'll get a prolonged visit from 1094-D which garantees me more brain farts than I can handle.
A few weeks ago one of my dearest colleagues was moved to 1090-D. Now that's at the other end of the building, in the "other" section. Although its quiet, he gets a great view of the occupant of 1088-A which, I am certain, helps make the day go by a lot faster.
Personally, I have developed a fascination for 1085-B. That helps keep my days here interesting. God forbid I would actually get some work done. Why on earth would I do that? Oh damn it. I think I have a meeting in 1072 with a bunch of cube heads, so I need to go get some more free coffee and toothpicks to help keep my eyes open for next hour.
C ya!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
New Year
In case you lacked the inspiration required to make up your own New Year's resolution, this little bit off the web will generated one for you!
Bonne Année!
Happy New Year!
Frohes neues Jahr!
Bonne Année!
Happy New Year!
Frohes neues Jahr!
In the year 2006 I resolve to: |
Friday, December 30, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
politics
?I was trying to think of any accomplishments of the Conservative party in the last 12 years, and the only one I could think of was that they changed their name three times.?
? NDP Leader Jack Layton
? NDP Leader Jack Layton
Saturday, December 10, 2005
The podcasts are here! The podcasts are here!
Unless you have been living in a bubble, you are well aware that PODCASTING is the lastest new thing. Of all the things of all time, I really like the idea of podcasting. So, since I need somethign new to put onto my blog, I decided that I too was going to take a shot at podcasting. So, without further ado, I would like present my very first podcast, right HERE.
So like everything else in my life, the plan is to go forth and try to upload a new podcast every so often. I will aim for once a week, but I know damn well that will never happen. Not unless I will a million dollars and that will never happen.
So like everything else in my life, the plan is to go forth and try to upload a new podcast every so often. I will aim for once a week, but I know damn well that will never happen. Not unless I will a million dollars and that will never happen.
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