John told me yesterday that Apple was going to have some fancy swanky announcements today. He’s just given me the scoop, saying “that’s some hot sh*t” and being altogether way too excited, but with good reason.
Tiny, 1.62 inch iPod shuffles and multi-coloured 8gb Nanos (for starters) [apple]. I’m sure he’ll be posting a big lovely in-depth post about all the new products but I just had to gush (and post here in case Gus hasn’t heard yet).
Something else I’m excited about is Earlstone’s Club and their menu courtesy of onomatopoeia (too funny)
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Absolutely all of our appies*, plus some we don’t even serve here, piled on top of a crystal chandelier and precariously balanced on your table for the enjoyment of you and all your friends. Why settle for just one item when you can have them all! (*Excludes Signature Coconut Shrimp Thing, Signature Dry Rib Thing, and Signature Calamari Thing. Add any of these for $7.99 apiece.) [onomatopoeia]
In line with such silly geeky posts as those verification codes you can never read [
604] and battle of the fonts [
604] I find myself compelled to comment about something I was reading on
RantVancouver yesterday. In the comment section of one of the rants, someone put “IAWTP”.
Buh? I fear I may be out of touch with the buzz words/acronyms of today or maybe I’m just not cool or 14 … I don’t see this necessarily as a bad thing, unless I want to get into ‘oh man, I must be getting old’ or feeling guilty or foolish because I actually googled “IAWTP” to see what it meant. For those out there who were as clueless as I was, straight from the Urban Dictionary online it is: Acronym: I Agree With This Post. Normally used on bulletin board systems.
I’ve never been a fan of the acronyms although I’ll say “L-O-L or B-R-B” out loud just to piss John off. When I started using IM and chatting (oooh way back in 1996) I may have used them. Since then I prefer letting the person on the receiving end know I’m actually laughing with “hehe” or “haha” because often someone will type “LOL” and ya know, I doubt they really are sheesh.
I guess my issue with “IAWTP” is not that I haven’t heard of it or don’t use it. I think in this case it’s how it was used. When you purposely click on someone’s site to leave a comment and all you put is an buzz-word acronym, it just seems lazy to me. Yes, I am ranting about a comment on a rant site.
There, I feel better. Although that lingering ‘oh dear I’m getting old and out of touch’ feeling hasn’t quite faded yet.
After working last night, sitting alone in the office at my desk, tempted to stick tissues up my nose because I was too busy to be bothered to blow it any longer, I called in sick.
John is getting a little run down as well. It’s worse for anything to happen to him since his current immigration status prevents him from getting medical coverage or even being on my benefits plan from work. The last time he was sick the $100 bill for going to the clinic wasn’t too pleasant.
Aside from watching movies on the couch all day and ‘taking it easy’ we were on our computers intermittantly to check news and emails.
Laura‘s invited us over tomorrow for the Big Brother Finale but she put her foot down today when she sent me a series of IMs “if you are sick, do not come”. She doesn’t want to catch what it is we got. I get the hint Laura, I get the hint. The new job, the house-sitting in Yaletown, going back on your promise to ‘carpool’ with me to work every day *sigh* I’m pickin up what you’re puttin’ down, man.
I’m anxiously awaiting payday on Friday so that a) I can pay bills b) I can start preparing for John’s brithday/1 year anniversary in Vancouver (Canucks tickets go on sale this week).
I’m just glad that we’ve finally signed Linden [tsn], even if it’s just for one year and even if John still thinks Anson Carter would be a ‘better’ investment. pfaw.
Time to cough and nose-blow. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.
My mom just woke me up. She was just reading the Metro on her skytrain trip into downtown and saw a wee little article about her daughter. Oh my. It seems I’ve become I’m somewhat of a local ‘blogebrity’. Holy freakin crap, how did that happen?
There is a certain charm to reading about the life of a female twenty something in Vancouver, and although I can’t quite put my finger on what that something is, the blog Miss 604 has it in spades [metronews]
If you happen to pick up the Metro (free daily) newpaper today, check out page 17. There’s an article there by Dock Currie and it’s rather flattering – although I did not take pics of other people at Wreck, as you can see on my flickr, my only pics were of signs :p
The issue is available online, that’s what I checked out this morning when my mom called me at 6:45, “who is Dock Currie?”, “buh?” I wasn’t about to run down the street in my jammies to grab a copy but I think my confused, sleepy, sneezy, dance/trip/stumble over to the computer was excitement enough.
To view the online copy (pdf) click here (pg 17)
The Matthew Good living room show was mentioned in the article but I was actually invited to Live Blog then John & I did a Podcast to recap it later. I have that trusty little box on the sidebar with the links as well so feel free to check it out, if you haven’t already.
What a lovely thing to wake up to, I promise I won’t let this go to my head. Did I seriously blog about the ‘weather’ last night?
I read something today on
Beyond Robson that didn’t particularly inspire this post but it prompted me to write it. It picked at a sore spot that I’ve been avoiding for a while now, although it’s always been there, just waiting to erupt into a blog post. This edition of ‘is anyone here actually FROM here’ is about the
weather.
Remember when it was just grey for 11 months of the year? It seems as though Vancouver went and got itself some
seasons: wetter and hotter.
(photo property of
WaltK on Flickr)
My mother doesn’t like the sun, she hates summer and when she sun kisses her face she sneezes. She’s lived in Vancouver for over 40 years and until recently hasn’t had to complain too much. The last couple of summers have been doozies though. Buying aloe to put on tomato-red sunburnt skin, lots of forest fires, water shortages and weeks without rainfall. Summers are now all about the sunshine.
Record rain falls in the winter and blazing hot tree-melting sun in the summer. The climate is changing and those who haven’t lived here long enough to recognize it seem to think this is the way it’s always been although it has never been this cut and dry.
Some evenings, when I was growing up in the burbs of Vancouver, my dad, sister and I would put on our boots, grab some brollies and just go for a walk in the rain, didn’t matter if it was February, May or October.
Going camping in early June always meant it would be wet. Having a tough time finding dry wood for kindling, repairing the old tent and listening to the beads of water drip down from the evergreen trees above onto my hat when we’d go for a hike. Always making sure to avoid those slugs the size of bananas that would pepper the rain-soaked trails.
It would rain on Thanksgiving while us kids were across the street at the big Oak tree in Kwantlen Park, raking up leaves then running our bmx bikes through the pile at top speed.
It would always rain on Halloween, everyone needed to outfit their costume with something waterproof or be able to slip a garbage bag over it for the evening.
It would even rain on Christmas.
Then there was snow. I remember snow.
I don’t mean the “snow” Vancouverites are becoming accustomed to: the light dusting/frosting that occurs one morning which ends up closing schools and causing havoc on the roadways. We actually had snow days where you could build a family of snowmen or a snowfort that you could use for over a week while you dodged snowballs coated in ice that your big brother would whip at your head every chance he got. I often felt like Randy in A Christmas Story – you know, wearing your full one-piece snow suit to school all puffed up like a marshmallow man not able to put down your arms or turn your head without turning your entire body.
I don’t want these sunny summer days to go away – I’m enjoying them way too much. I want to soak up as much as I can before the rain comes, before Fall and before Winter. I don’t know if it will pour every day, or if we’ll even get snow this Winter. I don’t know if the crocuses will appear in February then get frosted over in March and wilt.
Over the last couple of years, the snow isn’t as much of a prominent fixture during Winter months but it still gets damn cold. The sun is beginning to dominate the summer but I will always love the rain. It makes the grass green, the forests lush and can put me to sleep at the sound of the first drop. It’s comforting and it’s home, but there’s nothing like sunshine in the summer time.
Vancouverites have paid their dues, trust me. We love rain but the sun stays.
