Memorable Quotes
"Oh dude, I got a great story for you. You'll like it; it'll make you feel less bad about being alone"
-Sergio
Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Ain't nuthin' but a G1 thang
So I got a G1 again. Just writing/saying that, I feel silly; how many people in Canada will ever say that they got their G1 license a second time?
The process was much smoother than our attempt on Thursday, in that both Mark and I had our shit together this time, although the wait was substantially longer (2 fuckin' hours!). All those jokes Americans make about the DMV apply to the DriveTest centers here. Mark killed time by criticizing people aloud, even if they were sitting two feet away from us. I, in turn, killed time by squirming uncomfortably at Mark criticizing people aloud and responding to him in what can only be described as half-whispering and half-mumbling. I like to call it "whumbling".
The vision test process was pretty questionable. For everyone else that remembers taking their G1, there's a part where after you stick your face in the little box, and after you've read lines of numbers, they flash some lights and you have to say which side it's flashing from: right or left. I know I have my stupid days, but I know which side is right and which side is left. There were a few instances where I could clearly see it only from one side, but was told that I was wrong. Instead of just marking it down that I got it wrong and moving on with the test, the girl made me try it repeatedly.
"No, really, I swear, I only see the blinking light from the left"
"Try it again"
"I am. It's not any different"
"You're not supposed to tell me which side you see it from, you're only supposed to tell me which eye you see it with"
"Well, I'm closing my left eye now and keeping just my right eye open. I don't see any blinking lights"
"Try again"
So I lied, because if I had kept insisting what I really saw, the girl wasn't going to proceed with the rest of the test. For some reason, the girl made me try the entire test all over again, this time without glasses. I scored worse, and at some points, I was clearly guessing. In the end, the girl decided wearing glasses was not a mandatory condition for my license, despite having scored worse on my vision test without them.
I'm not going to lie, I was somewhat proud that I passed, because even though anyone that isn't a complete moron can pass it easily, I seem to have bad luck with tests when it comes to DriveTest. Also, I spent my time studying on the shitter, which isn't a whole lot of time. Mark had boldly decided to write the test without studying anything. He was only one correct answer away from passing, which is unfortunate, but very impressive by my standards.
Anyway, that's one less major hurdle to get through for the summer. I just gotta worry about graduating now.
The process was much smoother than our attempt on Thursday, in that both Mark and I had our shit together this time, although the wait was substantially longer (2 fuckin' hours!). All those jokes Americans make about the DMV apply to the DriveTest centers here. Mark killed time by criticizing people aloud, even if they were sitting two feet away from us. I, in turn, killed time by squirming uncomfortably at Mark criticizing people aloud and responding to him in what can only be described as half-whispering and half-mumbling. I like to call it "whumbling".
The vision test process was pretty questionable. For everyone else that remembers taking their G1, there's a part where after you stick your face in the little box, and after you've read lines of numbers, they flash some lights and you have to say which side it's flashing from: right or left. I know I have my stupid days, but I know which side is right and which side is left. There were a few instances where I could clearly see it only from one side, but was told that I was wrong. Instead of just marking it down that I got it wrong and moving on with the test, the girl made me try it repeatedly.
"No, really, I swear, I only see the blinking light from the left"
"Try it again"
"I am. It's not any different"
"You're not supposed to tell me which side you see it from, you're only supposed to tell me which eye you see it with"
"Well, I'm closing my left eye now and keeping just my right eye open. I don't see any blinking lights"
"Try again"
So I lied, because if I had kept insisting what I really saw, the girl wasn't going to proceed with the rest of the test. For some reason, the girl made me try the entire test all over again, this time without glasses. I scored worse, and at some points, I was clearly guessing. In the end, the girl decided wearing glasses was not a mandatory condition for my license, despite having scored worse on my vision test without them.
I'm not going to lie, I was somewhat proud that I passed, because even though anyone that isn't a complete moron can pass it easily, I seem to have bad luck with tests when it comes to DriveTest. Also, I spent my time studying on the shitter, which isn't a whole lot of time. Mark had boldly decided to write the test without studying anything. He was only one correct answer away from passing, which is unfortunate, but very impressive by my standards.
Anyway, that's one less major hurdle to get through for the summer. I just gotta worry about graduating now.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Silly ass shit
Mark and I went together to write our G1 exam. Yeah, we even held hands all the way there (not really). It was Mark who was worried about bringing the right pieces of ID to even make it in but I was the one who was ultimately turned away because I'm an idiot. I wished him good luck while I wandered around a Toys R Us, a dollar store and a thrift store.
When he came out, he looked bummed. I had assumed he had failed. He didn't. As he was waiting to write his test, his mom (who had driven the both of us there), came in and he gave his IDs to her to take home. Turns out you still need it even once you get in. And since she had already left the place, he couldn't write his exam either. So neither one of us even came close to writing the damn thing. If that isn't some silly ass shit, I don't know what is.
We try again tomorrow.
When he came out, he looked bummed. I had assumed he had failed. He didn't. As he was waiting to write his test, his mom (who had driven the both of us there), came in and he gave his IDs to her to take home. Turns out you still need it even once you get in. And since she had already left the place, he couldn't write his exam either. So neither one of us even came close to writing the damn thing. If that isn't some silly ass shit, I don't know what is.
We try again tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Inspiration
A few weeks ago, Eugenie told Mark and I about a documentary she had seen about photographer Bill Cunningham and how great it was. Eugenie has great taste in music and films, so I definitely didn't doubt her. She sent us a video of the trailer shortly after and I was sold.
I finally got to see it yesterday with Mark and some of his friends and I'm happy to say I wasn't disappointed. It was inspiring to see an 80 year old man so devoted to something, and as devoted to it as he was 4 decades ago. Living a frugal lifestyle, because (I assume) his job is all that matters to him. I can only hope I'll be as likable, sharp, lively, well-respected and talented when I become his age. But most likely not. If you're into photography and/or fashion, I highly recommend this movie.
I finally got to see it yesterday with Mark and some of his friends and I'm happy to say I wasn't disappointed. It was inspiring to see an 80 year old man so devoted to something, and as devoted to it as he was 4 decades ago. Living a frugal lifestyle, because (I assume) his job is all that matters to him. I can only hope I'll be as likable, sharp, lively, well-respected and talented when I become his age. But most likely not. If you're into photography and/or fashion, I highly recommend this movie.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
When the man comes around...at 9 pm eastern time.
In case it actually happens by some miraculous chance, it was nice knowing you*.
*except you, you, you, you, you and especially you. Fucker.
Edit: Looks like I'm still here. Boy, I sure didn't see that coming.
*except you, you, you, you, you and especially you. Fucker.
Edit: Looks like I'm still here. Boy, I sure didn't see that coming.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
My Michelle
Happy birthday to the most adorable, creative, inspiring and blackest-non-black girl I know. Congrats, Michelle; you've passed the thresh-old (I totally stole that from Owen).
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
This or That
I don't watch that much television, so I have no idea if this is an old commercial or a new one. Either way, I fucking love this commercial.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Rambling
One of the more fun* perks I get to experience at work is when sales reps come to visit our store. They always come in with several of those suitcases with wheels and handles to drag them along by. They open up tray after tray of sample frames and try to peddle their stuff. It's a fun sneak peek at all the new collections before they come out.
Most of the time, it's a disaster. I rarely stick around when a sales rep comes in just because I know the boss is going to shoot them down. But on the odd occasion where a rep for a really good line comes in, they have our full attention.
Not to turn this into a fashion blog, but one of my favorite eyewear lines these days is Barton Perreira. It's okay, I hadn't heard of them either until a few months ago. Oliver Peoples has Elijah Wood and Shirley Manson, Chanel has Lily Allen and Barton Perreira has...Giovanni Ribisi. It's something, I guess. But the glasses are really nice. Despite the sales rep having known my boss for years and that we loved the line, he seemed really nervous to be there. It was like he was baby sitting us; we were grabbing frames left and right, trying them on and inspecting them. He could barely keep up.
The whole point of all this rambling?
I ended up getting new glasses. The end.
*depending on your idea of "fun" at a job.
Most of the time, it's a disaster. I rarely stick around when a sales rep comes in just because I know the boss is going to shoot them down. But on the odd occasion where a rep for a really good line comes in, they have our full attention.
Not to turn this into a fashion blog, but one of my favorite eyewear lines these days is Barton Perreira. It's okay, I hadn't heard of them either until a few months ago. Oliver Peoples has Elijah Wood and Shirley Manson, Chanel has Lily Allen and Barton Perreira has...Giovanni Ribisi. It's something, I guess. But the glasses are really nice. Despite the sales rep having known my boss for years and that we loved the line, he seemed really nervous to be there. It was like he was baby sitting us; we were grabbing frames left and right, trying them on and inspecting them. He could barely keep up.
The whole point of all this rambling?
I ended up getting new glasses. The end.
*depending on your idea of "fun" at a job.
Friday, May 13, 2011
The Quarterly (or so) Cell Phone Pic Post
Shit I saw the past few weeks or so.
Zombie shaped elastic band. Despite the zombie overkill in just about everything, I still find it awesome.
Scarborough Jenga.
Mark pointed this out to me. Yes, a cigarette butt magically stuck to a metal beam is enough to amaze us.
A whole mound of clothes next to the train tracks. Makes me wonder how all that got there. It's a lot more littered than pictured.
The handiwork of the man who will go unnamed.
Mark makes for a pretty hot babe.
What I do when I'm bored at work: I personalize the scissors.
Michelle with a tissue box on her head, duh.
I like seeing what other people drew/carved on the tables every time I go to Sneaky Dee's. Best steak salads ever (thanks for getting us into it, Jocelyn).
What I tell myself when I strike out with girls.
Really tempted to go and white out the 'N' in Bing.
Mittens gets more and more cute the more he/she (I still haven't bothered to remember which) gets fatter.
Hella nice.
Zombie shaped elastic band. Despite the zombie overkill in just about everything, I still find it awesome.
Scarborough Jenga.
Mark pointed this out to me. Yes, a cigarette butt magically stuck to a metal beam is enough to amaze us.
A whole mound of clothes next to the train tracks. Makes me wonder how all that got there. It's a lot more littered than pictured.
The handiwork of the man who will go unnamed.
Mark makes for a pretty hot babe.
What I do when I'm bored at work: I personalize the scissors.
Michelle with a tissue box on her head, duh.
I like seeing what other people drew/carved on the tables every time I go to Sneaky Dee's. Best steak salads ever (thanks for getting us into it, Jocelyn).
What I tell myself when I strike out with girls.
Really tempted to go and white out the 'N' in Bing.
Mittens gets more and more cute the more he/she (I still haven't bothered to remember which) gets fatter.
Hella nice.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Oreo
My parents have been loving this commercial lately. According to them, the kid with the sippy cup reminds them of me when I was his age. I guess I could do worse.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Song challenges 4, 5 and 6
Song Challenge #4: A Song That Makes You Sad
I don't think I know of any song that makes me sad, but if there were to be any song that could do it, this would be the most likely one. Or the first half of the song, anyway, which is all that this video really covers.
Song Challenge #5: A Song That Reminds You of Someone
I probably have a song for each person I know, but my friend Stephanie has a knack for introducing me to music that I end up listening to on repeat, even years afterward. For instance, she sent this song to me almost two years ago.
Song Challenge #6: A Song That Reminds You of Somewhere
When I went to the Dominican Republic with friends, a few of us got sick, despite taking efforts not to drink the local water. I got it the worst, so for a good portion of the trip, I was in my room watching BET on television. And this was a big hit at the time. I ended up loving it and learning some of the lyrics. Then I attempted to sing it at karaoke. I sucked.
I don't think I know of any song that makes me sad, but if there were to be any song that could do it, this would be the most likely one. Or the first half of the song, anyway, which is all that this video really covers.
Song Challenge #5: A Song That Reminds You of Someone
I probably have a song for each person I know, but my friend Stephanie has a knack for introducing me to music that I end up listening to on repeat, even years afterward. For instance, she sent this song to me almost two years ago.
Song Challenge #6: A Song That Reminds You of Somewhere
When I went to the Dominican Republic with friends, a few of us got sick, despite taking efforts not to drink the local water. I got it the worst, so for a good portion of the trip, I was in my room watching BET on television. And this was a big hit at the time. I ended up loving it and learning some of the lyrics. Then I attempted to sing it at karaoke. I sucked.
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