Just when I thought I'd gotten sick of moving...
I'll soon be celebrating my one-year anniversary in my new condo (I guess it's not really new anymore), and what better way to celebrate than to decide you don't want it anymore! That's right..after one year..I gots no loves for the Sheppie anymore....cuz all my lovin is over at
West Queen West..in bohemia-ville. The barren wasteland that is Yonge & Sheppard no longer appeals to me - nor does the desire to continue to save money and restrict myself from social/foodie heaven. I figure, I've got the rest of my life to worry about saving money and cutting down on my social life..but right now, I just want to be able to stroll out of my apartment and sink into a comfy cafe couch with my no-foam latte and brunch in tow. I also want to be able to spend ridiculous gobs of money on
pretty things, and there is no shortage of that in WQW. AND, to top of it off, not only would I be right downtown, I would ALSO have nature quite conveniently across the street at
Trinity Bellwoods Park. Clearly, the benefits far outweigh the negatives (not being directly on the subway line and having to use the streetcar in winter; no commercial, conglomerate chain stores like loblaws or blockbuster, ick!; parking problems; and, not being close to the highway). Quite honestly, I am so glad to be rid of the chain stores because now I can go shopping at the
St. Lawrence market and
Chinatown. So, apartment hunting will start soon..wish me luck!
Labels: condos
Global nomadic life..not really what it's cut-out to be.
Why is everyone moving away to distant and far-away lands? And taunting and teasing me with being so close, and then leaving again? Time differences, long-distance charges, unrealistic work hours, life...all dangling in front of me to remind me that maintaining friendships and relationships with people all over the world is a real bitch. I'm tired of the comings and goings, the dis-appearances and re-appearances, and the constant missing of and longing for the people I care about. I realize it's a part of life (and the price one pays for being a global nomad), and that I must essentialy just suck it up and deal with it, but really, 25 years of this is more than one person can handle. Today is one of those days when I'm looking back at my past, thanks to what's going on right now (I owe you for that Mr. K), and wondering what lies ahead. I hate days like this.
Celebrities...I still can't handle them.
After a long, hard day at work yesterday, the ladies and I decided to drown our stress in a few pints at our local firkin. Upon ordering our beverages of choice and our deliciously greasy dinners, we looked over to our left and, lo and behold, there is
Danny Masterson (Hyde from
That 70's Show) sitting with a bunch of friends, doing exactly the same thing.
I, quite frankly, almost shat myself.
The Toronto International Film Festival is in its last day, and I’ve been bummed that another event had come and gone and I had yet to make a celebrity sighting. But yay, former guest appear-er on
Entourage and my fave
70's Show character broke the cherry! I feel like this is a terrific warm-up of more random celebrity run-ins to come…hurrah! (there are no photos because I didn’t want to be one of
those people, but the memory will remain until I'm grey and old).
Labels: celebrity sightings
Next year, someone smack me when I suggest attending a 2-day V-fest.
Two days of a music festival and my old-ass is TIRED. But I’ll indulge you today, with our stories of a very awesome
2007 Virgin Festival, only because I am exhausted and have very little enthusiasm to write about branding this morning.
Day 1: We made our way to
Toronto Island Park on the ferry (I swear, I’m talking about Toronto, not Sydney), and caught
M.I.A. (yeeee! she crowd surfed and banded together the audience for a dance-fest on stage with her!) and
Kid Koala, before seeking out the beer cage for some sustenance. After our thirst was thoroughly quenched, we headed back out to the main stage for the
Artic Monkeys (boring), and then
INTERPOL. Yes that’s right, you read correctly. Interpol!
Show me the dirt pile and I will pray.... They were incredibly fabulous, as can be expected, and were definitely my highlight of the day.
Bjork was the main closing act, and as per her norm, she put on quite the show. I’ve never quite been a Bjork fan, not that I have anything against her – I just don’t listen to her. She is very cool in concert though, and I think I may be reformed!
A view of the city from the ferry...
M.I.A., nananananana....boyz there? how many boyz there how many?
Interpol.. :D in the larger version it's brighter..don't know why it went darker when i compressed it..Day 2: Woke up insanely hungover and sore (more signs that my aging body is slowly deteriorating), and made it back to the Island just in time to catch the ever-entertaining youngens,
Tokyo Police Club. Adorable and very fun live (and the kids really do ga-ga for them).
Stars came on next (they were OK), and
Metric (I had never heard of this Toronto band before, but now I have found a new love!). The second-day highlight for me was definitely
The Killers, I love their showmanship! We skipped out on the
Pumpkins (yes I know, but really, they’re not the original band anyway and I highly doubt they would’ve played the
only song I know and love: Bullet with butterfly wings), because an important following day at work required fresh and alert employees who had had sweet dreams.
les femmes on Day II
Yeeeah...you know you gotta help me out...oh don't you put me on the blackburner...
So that was V-Fest….if the line-up is good next year, and you’re not an old fogy like me, then I would highly recommend checking it out next year. The whole event is just planned and organized really well, which keeps the blood-boiling rage that often ensues at large festivals at bay, and lets you enjoy the fantabulous bands! Kudos to the event management team who worked this year’s event!
Labels: festivals
The return of Mickey Mouse
a mouse..there is a mouse running around our office. oh my god...there is a mouse running around our office. clearly, today will be an unproductive friday, because i will sit here on top of my feet squealing until someone gets rid of this unwanted visitor. Why you gotta pick MY cubicle eh?!
Uninspired...so I'll hire someone else to write.
Well, I'm in a pickle - faced with a challenging dilemma. Lately, I find myself...quite uninspired...so much so that I have no desire to write anymore. This is a slight problem, but only slight, since I am a writer by profession and I'm sure I won't really need this skill very much in my day-to-day routine. The junky, however, has quite forcefully reminded me that I have not posted since last month. Oh, dear.
So here it is: I want to fire our freelance writer. Yes, I am an evil bitch but she's really, I mean REALLY, stupid. Well, maybe stupid is a little harsh, but come on, it's one thing to be a bad writer while making an effort to improve yourself, but to be a bad writer who just DOESN'T CARE to improve is something completely different. For once, silly manager is on board and actually pushed my recommendation through to the Man. But the Man says, no firing until there is someone to fill the void. So now my mission, at work and in life, is to find the most incredible freelance writer who can write a financial
Odyssey. So if you know anyone...send 'em my way!
