It barely has any flavour at all, which normally I don’t care about but if you are going to make a floss and flavour it mint it should at least taste minty. Perhaps the remnants of fajitas and chipotle sauce made the mint hard to taste… Texture wise it is like standard floss, but a little thicker and fairly smooth, perhaps half way between a waxed floss and un-waxed floss. Shed resistance was pathetic, just pulling it out of the tester pack started shredding the stuff. Cleaning wise it did a fairly normal job, nothing to get excited about. It was easy to use, though it did tend to stick in the more shred-prone areas of the teeth. Bleed factor was good, it didn’t lacerate my gums.
Over all I’d say meh, with a side of hand wobble.
Flavour: 2/10 Texture: 5/10 Shred Resistance: 2/10 Cleaning Effectiveness: 6/10 Ease of Use: 5/10 The Bleed Factor: 8/10
I’ve been having all sorts of issues with my dental floss lately. Normally I use what ever generic floss is on sale at the drug store, but recent fillings are causing shredding of my cheap-whatever-brand floss. At one point the floss bunched up and wedged between my teeth, a most unpleasant experience.
My dentist ( tell them Marcus Riedner sent you and I get a coupon! ) has kindly given me a pile of different floss samples ranging from unwaxed floss to ribbons floss to these serious looking dental picks. So I’ve decided to review them for; flavour, texture, shred resistance, effectiveness at tooth cleaning, ease of use, and ‘the bleed factor’. I’ll be using one a day during the week ( Monday to Friday ) at lunch to see how they stand up against each other.
First floss I’m trying is Crest Glide Deep Clean, it’s more of a ribbon floss with a really silky wax coating. This one has a strong minty flavour ( “cool mint” ) which is pleasant if you’re into that sort of thing. Texture wise it is very smooth, like waxy ribbon. I found that it slid between the teeth easily, even the really tight ones with new fillings that have been bothering me lately. The floss is highly shred resistant, I tried dragging it along the points of my incisors and it held up perfectly. Unfortunately it did not seem to be as grabby when it came to food particles, so I ended up having to jimmy it about a bit more, making it harder to use. In terms of ‘the bleed factor’ hardly a drip, though around my really sensitive teeth there was a bit.
Over all I like it much better then the generic floss I have been using.
Flavour: 7/10 Texture: 7/10 Shred Resistance: 9/10 Cleaning Effectiveness: 4/10 Ease of Use: 5/10 The Bleed Factor: 8/10
I have a low tolerance level for browsers crashing. Up until the last few weeks Safari was my browser of choice. But lately Safari has been unstable, almost childish at times, when I use Google products. Gmail rendering issues, constant crashing, and just general productivity killing.
Today was the last straw. Four crashes in one day is unacceptable in a browser. So until the next major revision of Safari comes out she is now relegated on my dock to fringe browsers for testing… like Opera.
Primary browser for dev: Firefox.
Primary browser for surfing: Chrome.
Being a witty fellow, I also sent a bug report to Apple. In the form of a haiku.
I had macabre dreams of cannibalistic surfing ghouls all night. ( no joke ) But it wasn’t scary, because they weren’t trying to eat me. They wanted to possess my body, but they couldn’t because of my weird “Brain Waves” ( not the surfing kind ). Instead they tried to entice me into their cannibalistic lifestyle with glossy menu pictures and fancy brochures.
This is why my conscious mind tries so very hard to forget my dreams.
I was out on my morning walk today and I stumbled across a playing card, face down, on the sidewalk in front of me. The card was one of those cheap decks of waxed paper, all curled and worn from rain and who knows how many feet. The back is printed in reflex blue ink, a simple pattern of crowns with a small shield that contains a roaring lion. Minor scroll work.
The card seemed to draw me too it, so I picked it up, and flipped it over.
The card is the Seven of Spades.
In fortune telling the Seven of Spades represents: ‘Advice that is best not taken; loss. There is some obstacle to success, and this indicates the obstacle may be coming from within the seeker. May also represent surprise: stealth in dealings, betrayal by someone you trust. Minor theft.’
I found the card on the ground, at an odd angle too me. Because of that I am choosing not to view it as an inverted sign.
What was I thinking about as I was walking: what to do with my employment life, friends who I’m ticked off at, friends who I am worried about, my wife and our collective health issues.
I have decided to incorporate the card into a drawing or painting.
I am a fan of AC/DC, and I have been since I was 12 years old. I know, it is horrible, but I can sing along to just about every AC/DC song. I though that tonight would be a good time to share my all-time-favourite AC/DC song.
I’ve been in love with this song since I saw Joe banging out the drum line in Empire Records. Every time I hear it I feel like dancing like Lucas, though there is no way I am ever going to be that skinny or look that good in a black long-sleeve cotton shirt.
My fascination with AC/DC goes back a long way, when I was a teen my friends and I would blare AC/DC all the time. My mom would let us play it in the car when she’d drive my friends and I between trailer parks and malls. It is this total red-neck-lower-income-bracket-hold-over-thing for me. I love it. I embrace it. And now you can too.
Most people just do not understand what it is like to have someone else give you your super power. I had no choice in the matter, I made a simple slip of the tongue, a small typo on my blog and before I knew it I had the full power of the Choas. I am told the Choas has the diversity of ‘The Force’ and the destructive power of the ‘Kamayamaya.’ I thought it was a simple typo, but I guess it has imbued me with untold powers that I have yet to fully discover.
It was an early spring day in Calgary, Alberta when the Choas was forced upon me. I was in the process of hunting down contract work, and was shaking my network of gamer, geek and artist friends to drum up something to help pay the bills. It was then that ‘The Jessica’ pointed out a short-coming on a blog post I had made nearly a year ago. A typo. A simple slip of the fingers that transformed C-H-A-O-S into C-H-O-A-S. A small, minor issue I thought at the time. Just go back and change the title of the blog post, and fix any spelling errors in the copy. No big. No worries… until HE discovered it. Known only to me as ‘The Fernandes’ he came at me over my Skype chats like an old testament prophet. No amount of banning could prevent his messages. He followed me through user name changes, across the gulf of chat applications to MSN and iChat. There was no escaping ‘The Fernandes’ or his prophetic ranting and raving.
It is he that forced the power of the Choas upon me, it is he who turned my life from that of a simple sub-urban technophile into that of a super-powered being of unknown abilities… Do you have any idea with it is like to make a pot of coffee with the power of the Choas? The first time I tried my coffee maker exploded, sending coffee grounds and scalding water all over the kitchen. Clean-up was no simple matter, I turned to grab a mop and the back door to my house changed into A Flock of Seagulls, Mike and Ali Score right there in the space between my house and the back yard, and both of them wanting something to eat and asking if I had any extra hair gel. My whole first day with the Choas was like this, a never ending nightmare of Lokian proportions.
I would go to cut a slice of bread, and my knife would turn into a chainsaw. I’d sit on the couch and a dozen mice would run out and start doing the Can-Can at my feet. I’d go for a walk and behind me in, my footprints, would appear all manner of things: lost car keys, small children, apples, oranges, a potted bonsai tree. In the time it took me to walk to the convenience store and back I got 5 tickets for littering, and 2 for having pets off-leash! On the up side I had enough houseplants to redecorate my living room, but what good is that when the mice are starting to build a miniature replica of the Globe Theatre out of your wood laminate flooring?
That first day was a nightmare.
And then, like nothing had happened, it all vanished. The weird things stopped happening around me, the mice abandoned their attempts to rebuild Victorian London, and my life returned to some semblance of normalcy. I know not when or if the Choas will return, I hope that it won’t… but I dread that it will. So a word of warning to all you authors out there, professional and amateur alike, be wary of your typos lest you find yourself facing ‘The Fernandes’ and the Choas.
On Saturday Sarah prompted, and I accepted. After a wedding reception brunch we gassed up the car and started driving. We drove east of Calgary, and sort of kept going. We got to Medicine Hat and decided to keep on driving, crossing over into Saskatchewan, where the roads are crappy and covered in road kill. A couple hours later we rolled into Swift Current on fumes, got a hotel for the night, grabbed a meal. The next morning we turned around and started driving home.
On the way back we stopped in Maple Creek, which is a totally neat small town just off the Trans-Canada Highway. We took a bit of a detour through the town, and then hunted down the Cypress Hills Winery. Which is a shocker, a vineyard on the prairies! With grape vines and everything! Sure, they were pretty small, having been beat down by hail last year, but very cool to see.
Drove back home by the end of Sunday. I can now say I’ve been to Saskatchewan!
And that folks is my MetaRasa Personality Radar. I am an INFJ / INFP which basically means I am an introverted intuitive / introverted feeler. Makes sense to me!
And this my friends is Katy Perry at about 140bpm. Everything sounds better when it’s happy hardcore, even Katy Perry.
What do they have in common? Today I spent some time on the phone with Patrick Lor today about a job that I applied for at Fotolia. We had a great discussion about what they are looking for ( Superstars with passion about what they do ) and how right now I seem to be… waffly. I’m not coming across as passionate about design and art, or project management, or startups, or myself. I think Pat is right, it is a good observation. What I am coming across as is really fucking desperate to get a job because I am, and that isn’t what he needs right now.
Somewhere along the way, since moving from Calgary to Vancover and back to Calgary I seem to have lost that crazy-in-the-eyes spark for all things creative. Or at least I have in my portfolio and resume. I’m still not sure if it is because I have gone all crazy-in-the-eyes for startup companies and cool web applications, or if it I am in a funk, or what. It could be all of the above.
So on Pat’s advice I’m taking some time to think. Doing some personality profiling, and listening to happy-hardcore remixes of terrible pop songs. Trying to find out what I can get behind and do for 40-80 hours a week for the next 3-5 years.
I am geek enough to care, I just had my latest base two milestone over twitter. 256 tweets, 8-bits, my favourite. To celebrate I’ve taken a screenshot, and am doing the happy dance at my computer. Feels good to be doing my part to fill the internet with things that only interest me, and will end up causing all sorts of bit-rot for the data miners of the future. To those future intreped explorers of the darkest forgotten datanodes of the internet I salute you! You have found me, at last, the greatest of your treasures!