Bruno comes to town, Bruno leaves town via a specially cordoned off tunnel. (via PlanetOut news – ws, but the ads are gay)
Crowds in Arkansas came for the lure of cage fighting and $1 beer, but police say what they got instead was men ripping each other’s clothes off and kissing — a stunt suspected of being orchestrated by Sacha Baron Cohen of “Borat” fame.
RESPAWN! Look left, look right, GO!
Back when I was 12-15 yrs old, my Da use to take me with him on business trips to Toronto. I would love the 4 1/2 hour drive from Brockvegas to the big city and would eagerly sit on the edge of my seat as downtown came into view.
We’d either stay at my grandparents house or if it was a quick visit, a cheap hotel somewhere near the big malls. Breakfast at these hotels was always a C Plus orange soda (“Don’t tell your mother. At least it has Vitamin C in it”) and some greasy spoon fare. Then Da would hand me some money and drop me off downtown. He would then go off to his “business” meetings, which I now know were some sort of tryst-like affair that involved an intricate network of homosexual men communicating their desires by mail. Can you believe it? PRE-INTERNET! They actually wrote letters to each other! Meeting up took months! Chemical based, thick paper backed images were swapped! That must have taken so much effort to meet up…
I digress.
Getting back to me downtown: It’s a changed world, people. Back in ’79 – ’83, nobody would think twice about a 13 yr old walking around unescorted in the city. I use to stop by the shop where my sister worked in the Eaton Centre and have lunch with her. Or I would scope out the “dirty” books at The World’s Biggest Bookstore (family health issues isle – they had an open copy of Joy of Gay Sex).
But mostly I spent the money my Da gave me at Funland.
Funland was a massive arcade just north of Dundas on Yonge. It had the latest games in a big smokey room (when you could smoke inside) that went on forever. The front 1/3rd was filled with cutting edge technology machines: Frogger, Qix and the mind blowing Dragons Lair. I even remember a 3D “holographic” game where video was projected up onto nearly invisible blocks in a basin-like game, played in the round – true Logan’s Run stuff. The name escapes me.
I got pretty good at some games, but I can remember never, ever “finishing” a game, but I did watch lots of other guys complete a few story driven consoles. Despite not being good enough to go all out on any games, I was able to carefully drag out the $20 Da usually gave me over the course of a couple hours. It was heaven. Typical to my extremely boring life, I was never offered drugs, sex or crazy shit the entire time I spent there (the “family issues isle” is another story).
I see the Star mentions it’s finally closing it’s doors, blaming crime, the home gaming industry and crappy games.
I’m getting waaay too old. It closes on my birthday. I think I know what I want to do that night…
Two workers near my cube. One is wearing a shiny silver near-miniskirt and is rocking it nicely, in my books.
Coworker 1: I remember when I was a kid and I wanted a skirt like that and couldn’t afford it. I saved for weeks until it was out of fashion.
Coworker 2: (tugs uncomfortably on the skirt) I… Wore it on a whim.
I know I’m going on a bit but this is news: Rogers offers a 6G monthly plan for $30/mo.
(via Gizmodo, of course)
SharkBoy and I combined use about 6G between the two of us at home, so this sounds better.
But it’s still a “promotion”. You have to sign the three year contract before Aug 31. And don’t forget to “bundle” that with oh… call waiting or some such free-ish feature you take for granted.
Phronk hates Rogers as much as I do. He getting tired of their flyers coming through his door trying to sell him stuff he doesn’t want or already has. Go take a look at his post. He makes a great point about how crap we don’t need is displayed like something religious.
Here’s the ad he got:
I loved his remix of it. So I did one too:
Here are some things I’m looking at, wondering about, going to do or ignoring:
I go for a refitting (or second try?) of contacts tomorrow morning. My right eye seems to go in and out of focus at the blink of an eye. Weee! That will certainly make driving random!
Tomorrow night, SharkBoy and I will line up (early) to say “Hello!” to David Sedaris. SharkBoy just finished his last book and called it his best. I just want him to say my name.
I got my first Mini Book Expo in the mail yesterday: Devil May Care. It’s yet another fanfic (debatable classification, since it’s ok’d by the publisher?) of someone writing in Ian Flemming’s style. I have to say I’m enjoying it a lot. Review to come soon.
Through SharkBoy’s constant refreshing on CBC.ca, he got us tickets to the second last elimination show of How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria? I’m going to make a special sign for Gavin! Go Jana! WOoooOOO!111!!!
Rogers stores aren’t having PS3-like hysterical line ups like New Zealand, or the US. If Apple is really “punishing” Rogers for their prices, then they forgot to take into account that there are as many Rogers stores and kiosks as there are Starbucks. So 10 per shop is like 1000000000 available for sale. Just walk to the next block if your local is sold out. Or better yet, send a message to Rogers and dont buy one!
I would like to see Hellboy II this weekend. ‘Nuff said about that.
Da is fine. He’s taken to ordering food from a woman who cooks for the gods. I swear her BBQ beef could melt titanium. No, I won’t tell you any more details other than she lives in the East End. He has the cutest little belly on him, now that he can eat untethered. Big Puffy Chest Alert: He’s been named the MCCT’s Volunteer of the Year! Time to break out the suit for July 20th!
And finally, a crawling Japanese Business Man Robot, just for shits and giggles:
The last three years, half my stuff has been in a locker. My mouth-blown glass collection. A couple pieces of furniture. My comics. My books. My art. My art supplies (probably dried out by now). My robots…
We currently share our apartment with a third, who has recently told us he’s moving out soon. While I’m sad to see him go (more rent!) (just kidding) (no more cat-sitting services) (just kidding) (the ability to walk around in my underwear) (…what?), I’m extremely excited to see my stuff again.
They say that if you haven’t used something within 6 months, you should throw it out. And I probably could survive without this stuff, taking most of it directly from the locker to a garage sale table, but I am attached to it. The $400 3ft Robby the Robot, imported from Japan, is going to see the light of my love again! Oooh look! Issue #1 of OMNI Magazine! Ah! My framed, one page original printing of Little Nemo comic with the racially unacceptable character, The Imp, throwing rocks at dinosaurs!
Saying that, I think the real test will be merging my stuff with SharkBoy’s (which I think will be a non-issue by now. He’s seen the robot collection and is accepting), and finding the room. Nature abhors a vacuum, and when the roomie leaves, I fear there will be a scramble to fill up the extra room-and-a-half we’ll be getting. Meh. I still dominate the kitchen!
Rogers to only get 10-20 3G iPhones per store, due to their high prices (via blogTO and AppleInsider). Is Apple punishing them? Similar events happened in Europe… why not here?
Or this “leak” is to generate demand?
Roncesvalles. Ronsayvayles. Ronc-si-vail. Roncy. How ever you pronounce it, it’s a pretty neighbourhood. Pretty removed… Here’s some pics of us wandering out there and back on Queen Street through Parkdale. My dogs are barkin’!
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Last night while we were watching The Invaders on DVD, SharkBoy mumbles “The cable just went out.”
Lo and behold, two red Rogers trucks were blocking the back alley. One guy was up a ladder onto the pole outside our back door, the other was at the base, looking up, talking on a cell. As I approach, I can hear the cellboy say, “I guess order 100 metres of cable.”
“Hi,” I say with a smile to the Ladderboy, as he comes down, “I know you guys are busy, just wondering how long we’ll be in blackout.”
Ladderboy sighs. Looks at a laptop on the hood of the truck. Sighs again. Pause. I’m about to apologize for interrupting when he says “A couple hours at least. There’s a severed cable and Bell needs to remove some of their cable too and we can’t do anything until they’re here.”
“We have it all – Cable, phone, internet. You’ve killed my Friday night,” I say with a light manner. In all seriousness, I can find something to do, but the phone being knocked out always gets me concerned. After months of sporadic service, we just went through 8 months of no problems at all. I don’t want to spend another minute playing “reset the modem”.
“Call in for a credit,” he says without humour. And he’s back to his laptop before I can say “how?”.
I turn back to the house and wonder why we sacrificed competitive pricing for the ease of one bill, one company.
