Archive for November, 2005

Andrew and Gennie's wedding - photos (page 3 of 4)

Friday, November 18th, 2005


Julian


Andy pouring champagne


Jo


Raymond


Kristen and Sarah


The cutting of the cake


Our first dance


Hattie


Dear friends from Barnes and Noble: Tahirah, Hattie, Linda, Meg and Marcus


Tom begins his quest to dance with every female at the wedding


Carrie and Joe


Jennie


Kurt dancing with Kitty


Kurt has known Gennie since they were 3


Janice, Theresa (Gennie's Mom) and Kathleen

Andrew and Gennie's wedding - photos (page 2 of 4)

Friday, November 18th, 2005


The food (the sausage rolls were lovely... we heard!)


Nurit and Kylene


Nurit and her husband, Sean


The Bride and Groom arrive at the reception


The reception


Beth and her husband, JT


Philip and Kristen, and the Bride


Katie and Joy


Nishan


Ray


Xin and his wife, Jinwen


Amy


The cake: lemon cake with raspberry filling and a buttercream frosting


Gennie's bouquet


Meighan, one of the bridesmaids


The edible lego bricks (our wedding favours) turned out to be quite popular


Kitty, maid of honour


Some of Gennie's extended family


Meg


Bruno and JT


Michael


Claire and Lloyd


Rob and Claudine


Centerpiece

Andrew and Gennie's wedding - photos (page 1 of 4)

Friday, November 18th, 2005


Chris, Val, Mike, Katherine (Paul's girlfriend), Paul


Michel and Tom doing their gangster impressions


Betsy the flower girl


Michel and Theresa walking down the aisle


Gennie's great aunt Fern and her daughter Kathleen


Mical, one of the bridesmaids


Father John Topol


Rich and Mel


Gennie expresses concern that we have the right rings


Gennie and Andrew Gibson!


Signing the wedding license


Gennie finds out that the place we were going to stay on our wedding night lost our reservation


The wedding party: Meighan, Mical, Kitty, Gennie, Andrew, Paul, Chris and Jim


The families: Kitty, Tom, Theresa, Michel, Gennie, Andrew, Mike, Val, Chris and Paul


The Bride and Groom

Mestre

Sunday, November 6th, 2005

There is a town near Venice called Mestre. Whenever I saw the name of this town I thought to myself "what a great word - if the Italian word for 'mice' isn't mestre, it should be". (It isn't - it's 'sorci', but I still say it should be).

Talking of mice, I was in a pet shop the other week buying bedding material for Greg and Esme and I saw some hilarious white mice. These guys looked like they were having so much fun with a little game they were playing. They had exercise wheels large enough for two mice to get on at once, and they would race each other on the exercise wheels. Then one of the mice would stop while the other kept running, causing the stopped mouse to fly backwards up towards the top of the wheel while the running mouse would fly forwards up towards the top of the wheel due to the increased resistance of the wheel. Then they would start again. Sometimes they got up so much momentum that they would fly to the top and back down the other side - kind of like they had invented makeshift rollercoasters!

I want some white mice now.

What Colour are your bits?

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I have a number of things on my backlog but they're in various states of incompleteness. Maybe tomorrow I'll find some time to finish some of them.

This is a really good essay about why computer scientists and lawyers will never quite see eye to eye and a very good way of thinking about things such as digital rights management and cryptography. The
follow up essay is a good read too.

Car wash

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005

I got my car washed recently so it would look reasonably nice for the wedding (my brother was my chauffer for the day). I haven't been inside an automatic car wash for a very long time (I seem to remember going through one with my father as a small child). I hadn't realized how scary it was a driver! You have to put the car in neutral, take your foot off the brake and (if that wasn't scary enough) avoid touching the steering wheel - then the car drives through the contraption on it's own, and you can't see what's going on because the car is covered with soap suds and swirly washing things.

Inventing stuff in my sleep

Tuesday, November 1st, 2005

I was dreaming about how to improve the interface for a clock. The dream took the form of a conversation between two parts of my subconscious:
1: The ideal interface for a clock would be to not have one at all. It should be able to set itself from radio time signals.
2: But what about time zones and DST?
1: Well, it could have a built-in GPS and a database of time zones and locations.
2: Isn't that rather a lot of expensive hardware for a simple clock?
1: Well, we could have a microprocessor in the clock which controls everything from the display to the GPS - even the radio could be software based. By keeping the hardware simple and the complexity in the software, we can keep unit costs minimal.
2: Brilliant! Let's write up a business plan.

Then I woke up.