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Angry birds and assessments

I got my property assessment today. I don't know if I should be excited or sad. My property is worth more than it was worth last year. By a decent percentage. Yay. Of course, that also means that my property taxes go up. Not so yay. 

I finally broke down and bought my first ever paid app from the App Store from Apple. Damn. Is Angry Birds ever addictive. I had read about it before and dismissed it as a silly game, but I think it is worth the 99 pennies I paid for it. The guys who created it are dealing in digital crack I think. If you've ever wanted to do something worthwhile with your time while you're stuck in a line, bored at a party or on a bus, train, airplane or just can't go to sleep, play Angry Birds. It will make you happy. And if you have an Android based phone, the game is free (ad supported).

Also, I've been watching the last season of Da Vinci's Inquest. This isn't American Law and Order, but its really good. A narcotics cop turned coroner, Dominic Da Vinci is an awesomely flawed character. I put him up there with Dexter. Except he's not out there killing people. If you need to watch a good (Canadian) drama, go watch Da Vinci's Inquest. I find the story to be a lot more realistic and it portrays this fair city with all its gritty glory, mixing in reality (like the prostitutes murdered on the pig farm) with some things that perhaps was on the books but never got implemented. I am just sad that I didn't watch it when it originally aired, and am watching it out of order (I watched season 1 a while back on Hulu when I was still in the US). (Nicholas Campbell)++.

Oh yeah, Happy New Year. Here's hoping that the blog gets a bit more attention. And here's hoping the year brings happier things to all.

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