He hacked, I pffft’d!
(I was secretly hoping it would work but was worried it might break down all together, but I guess he really did his homework and last night, late late late last night, just like Dr. Frankenstein, he marveled that his iPhone was “alive”)
Let the phone calls begin!!!
Too bad, our Rogers bills was at it’s lowest last month because he didn’t use his cell phone at all… we might just reach an all time high in September…
Here’s one reason I’m glad I grew up in the 80′s:
That’s the sound of my eyes rolling inside everytime I hear about the iPhone hacking solution…
Ptff ptff ptff ptff ptff ptff ptff
I really liked the idea of that show and watched the first 2 episodes when it first aired last Fall but gave up after missing it twice in a row. If it was to be a success, it was going to be on DVD sooner than later.
Now that it’s out, it’s the mad rush of watching all episodes and catching up before the new season starts in 2 weeks… and I have to admit that the Cheerleader’s power is my favourite to date.
Which power of these Heroes would you choose?
The Robot was always my favourite dance! Then I married one.
A touch long, but they have moves I’ve never seen before. Enjoy!
This weekend was our return to The Point, our summer home for the last few years. We had decided to take a break from camping as we wanted to do something different this past summer, but after our Labour Day camping trip, we were itching for more. We had two things to look forward to, first and foremost, Normlr and his hubby Q were going to test out their new trailer some more, therefore giving us a a chance to get to know them better and celebrate N’s recent good news of opening his own business this Fall. Also this was the season end Award Show, an event usually quite crafty and full of surprises, and since we missed out on the entire summer, this show would be a great condensed version of it. As a bonus, The Mailman was also going for the weekend.
We weren’t disappointed in spending time with Normlr and Q, both very charming and friendly with a wicked sense of humour. The show was also pretty good and funny. BUT as DR mentioned, we could have definitely and easily done without Anthony heckling throughout the entire show #16. And that even after I politely asked him to stop talking (read yelling) as we couldn’t hear anything because of him. He at least sat down for the second part, but didn’t stop letting the crowd know how he felt… at least he wasn’t screaming in my ears anymore… poor Q.
The Point had not changed much and it felt great to be welcomed back by the familiar faces of past summers, it didn’t take long at all to be caught up in all the gossip. The pool area was still as gorgeous with its palm tree and lush flower landscaping, but one couldn’t help noticing the sign hanging on the link fence:
Intriguing, n’est-ce-pas? It’s easy to assume what happened of course, but hey, it’s things like this that makes the place unique.
Oh, and I can’t even comment on the new receptionist!!!
… this is what a regular post on my blog would look like:
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ok, going to bed now!
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And I wouldn’t need to buy so much aspirin.
But, I’m not going anywhere fast, I like having something to bitch about.
Camping again this weekend will be enough country to last for awhile.
…don’t use our back alley! God forbid a fire should break out near us.
On a Monday afternoon, 5pm, our back alley was blocked from both entrances. A scaffolding at one end and a delivery truck at the other, this was the case for at least an hour. That is also a regular occurrence.
I asked the driver why he couldn’t park along the other side of the store for his delivery, he said he had no choice, this is the only way… There is tons of space NOT blocking that narrow path if he was to face the other direction… I told him that parking either way was illegal, but that one way was less dangerous for other traffic. Anyway, when I went down to snap that picture, he was not very happy with me… he said he was doing his best to go as fast as he could… but then again, don’t worry, it’s not like our city councillor who lives up the street would do anything about it even if she was “alerted”.
I’m walking back home after work today, I’m have The Smiths’ on my iPod “Girlfriend In A Coma, I Know, It’s Serious” , I’m happy. I’m about to enter the construction scaffolding on Church St. when I hear this faint “beep” over the music, I half-turn to find an older man on a red electric scooter #75. I do my best impression of ignoring him and continue on. “There Were Times When I Could Have Murdered Her” Morrissey goes on. And then, another faint “beep” over my music. More ignoring as I’m entering the scaffolding area. “But I Would Hate Anything To Happen To Her“. And then one more faint “beep” over the music as I’m about to leave the scaffolding area. This time he hits the wrong nerve. I stop and turn to him and yell very loudly: “JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR DOESN’T GIVE YOU MORE RIGHT TO THIS SIDEWALK. PACE YOURSELF!” He just looks at me and says: “I’m sorry!”
I didn’t need to add anymore. And the people glaring at me didn’t bother me either.
This weekend, we treated ourselves to a road trip to Saugatuck, Michigan and set-up camp at Campit. It’s a nice campground, a tad larger than the one we’ve been visiting regularly in the past years and just as “comfortable”… Most importantly, we made the trek to visit Evil Panda and his husbands (Grizz and BigRed). For the last few years, they have driven all the way here to visit us, so it was definitely our turn to come their way.
After the 6 hour drive and the site set-up was completed we met Evil Panda by the pool to enjoy friends, drinks and conversations, we had to catch up as we hadn’t seen each other since the cruise last December.
Campit is a very friendly place! And as it would normally happen when one is in a pool, two strong hands started massaging my feet. Who am I to refuse such pleasantries? But relaxing was not going to be part of this massage because before long, some guy came over and offered to take care of “my middle” while my other extremeties were being tendered to… I declined politely, but firmly. He said he never really expected a yes but it wouldn’t stop him from asking again… Arghhhh!!! #89. Somehow the conversation turned to the imminent cold weather to arrive. He said he knew about that since he lived north of Canada! I snarkily said: what, Russia???. He said he wasn’t from Russia, he was from Detroit. I gave him one of these looks that was supposed to say: if you don’t get the fuck out of my face within the next nano-second, I’m gonna bite your head off from your ass! But I’m must have been tired from the trip because I think he saw a look that said: Please continue to infringe on my relaxation and disturb my peace. The strong man massaging my feet noted that I was really tense… humm.. yeah, I think I know why.
Obnoxious Bear then asked me: What’s West Of Windsor? I told him that Canada was a very large country and went from one ocean to another, west of Windsor was West Canada… He annoyingly started to tell me how Detroit was actually north of Canada being north of Windsor. I told him Windsor was the most southern place in Canada, that some of the USA were in fact north of the southern ontarian peninsula, but it didn’t mean he lived NORTH OF CANADA. He said that Windsor wasn’t the most southern place, that Pte-Pelee was, see you’re talking to an American who knows geography!!! Grinding my teeth, I told him that Windsor was the most southern CITY in Canada, if he wanted techicality, a boring city at that!… At this point, there was no enjoying a foot massage anymore, but luckily for me, I think his Attention Deficit Disorder kicked in and he then focussed on bothering the closest person around, who unfortunately for him, was Evil Panda.
Evil Panda is a very assured man, Obnoxious Bear never stood a chance.
We did see Obnoxious Bear again throughout the weekend, but always friendless.
