Like most social media trends, I was resisting Pinterest for as long as possible (it’s been around for almost two years) but I figured I would finally give it a shot. Because after all, it’s yet another tool where I can talk, post things and let people know about my favorite subject: me.
Actually, those who really know me, know that I’m quite reserved when it comes to that and I am much more open about my life on-line than I am in person. So I guess when you look at it that way, it makes sense that I got myself a Pintrest page.
So yes, now you can see a whole bunch of things that I like, pinned to my virtual pin board in various categories. As I get more comfortable with it, I’ll add and change things. But for now, it’s another awesome time-waster and a chance to share all kinds of things you probably didn’t need to know about me.
If you’re in the public eye and suddenly one day you decide to do something that will turn people against you, then you should really go all the way. No half-assed efforts allowed in this day and age. Go big or go home.
And look no further that one of the best villains of all time; Die Hard‘s Hans Gruber.
Hans Gruber was a ruthless, yet classy son-of-a-bitch who had little or no regard for human life. He was ready to kill 40 people in a roof-top explosion just to get away with tons of cash. Hans was so cold-blooded that when Bruce Willis’ character begged him to stop firing missiles at an LAPD tank, he responded matter-of-factually “Thank you, I’ll take that under advisement” and then proceeded to fire again.
Now that’s a bad-ass.
Adam Gimabrone was a screw-up. When he suddenly did what in the wrestling world is refereed to as a “heel turn” (going from being a good-guy to a bad guy) he couldn’t even do that right. As we all know by now, after announcing he would run for mayor, it was exposed that he had cheated on his girlfriend with undergrad Kristin Lewis. This of course all on the heels of being an inept Toronto Transit Commission chairman. All fodder for becoming classic a villain and telling the world to suck it. This was suddenly his chance to step up to the plate, stop being an incompetent , clueless person and grab the city by the balls. (Metaphorically, of course.)
But no. That didn’t happen. Instead, during a press conference where he expressed his sorrow for his actions in a performance that even Mandy Moore would roll her eyes at, he hung his head in shame. That was it. He blew his chance to give a middle finger to the world and say “You never took me seriously, so now you can all ride my rocket!” Or something like that. (I offer my services as script-writer to anyone interested.)
My only guess is he decided to bow out and hope that people forget about what he did. But that won’t happen, now will it? The damage is done, so you might as well own the moment and ride it out for a long as you can.
On the other hand, Rob Ford is going down to Gruber-Town these days with his “you never go against the family” approach. Firing TTC boss Gary Webster because he didn’t agree or side with him. Now THAT’S how you turn heel. All that’s missing now is a great catch-phrase, an evil laugh and maybe a cape.
Just thought I would toss a little love out to my hometown as the New Jersey’s Top Ten Beaches contest gets underway this week. Tourism season is just around the corner (yes, I know it’s still February… but believe me, Memorial Day will be here soon.) and a vote for a local beach town makes a great deal of difference when it comes to local economy and tourism.
Now, despite what the worst show in the history of television might have you believe, seaside towns in Jersey are not filled with ginos and grease-ball losers getting drunk every night. South Jersey has some of the most beautiful and picturesque shore towns in all of the United States.
And I come from one of them.
So do me a favor and vote for my hometown, Sea Isle City. There are three categories you can vote in; Day Trips, Family Vacation and Eco-Tourism. And if you’ve never been down to the Garden State, you can always start planning your next getaway.
As a rail-fan, I’m looking forward to the new Toronto Streetcars that will begin their service in 2013. As a driver, I am dreading the day – and I know it will happen sooner, rather than later – when I have to pass one of those things on the road.
As you can see from the graphic below, which I’m told is to scale, the new streetcars are almost twice as long as the smaller CLRVs that are currently in use, and a third longer than the ALRVs. On streets like St. Clair and Spadina, this won’t be a problem because thankfully the streetcars have their own right-of-way to travel in, but on streets like Queen, King and Dundas, it’s going to be a free-for-all. Continue reading
I didn’t really have much to say when I heard about the death of Whitney Houston. I was never a big fan of hers the way some people were and I’m probably the only girl in my glass who waited until the VHS came out before I watched The Bodyguard. But I did like her music and I was sad to hear that yet another talented singer had died.
The first time I ever heard of Whitney Houston was when I won her debut album as a door prize when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure it was at some Fourth of July party in town and I remember my ticket being called out and being handed the record. (Yes, it was an actual record. I grew up in the 80’s, remember?) I had no idea who she was, so I took the album home and put it on my shelf. I also remember Stacey Stewart – a snot-nosed little brat from my grade school – taking the chance to tell me that “she’s a nobody” and “what a crappy prize.” Continue reading
It’s been a busy week for me this week. Aside from all the writing I’ve been doing for my so-called “grown-up job”, as just about everyone knows by now, I’ve been going through all my old blog posts and putting them on line. All of 2003 and 2004 are up and hopefully 2005 will be done soon. Posts from 2000 to 2002 are harder to come by, not to mention the fact that I didn’t write as many entries back then, yet interestingly enough, a lot was happening in my life.
In the Happy News Department (and Lord knows that department has been lacking a few entries as of late) I was pleased to see that WrestleMania will once again be held in New Jersey, this time at MetLife Stadium in Meadowlands, which of course is home to the New York Giants and New York Jets. But I’m also a little bummed out by this news.
The reason being is that I was really hoping that WrestleMania would make its long awaited return to Toronto. It’s been ten years since it was last hear, so I had my fingers crossed that it was coming back next year. (And with WrestleMania 30‘s location yet to be determined, you can bet that the WWE won’t be putting a massive anniversary show like that in Canada either.) Continue reading
If there’s one thing I’m learning about myself and my life by going through all the old posts I wrote and adding them back to this site, it’s that things were a lot simpler back then. At least looking back at them now I can say that.
Sure, while I was going through it, some of the smallest problems seemed like mountains to me. I was dealing with a lot in my life – and despite being open and honest with people, I kept a great many things to myself. Things that I actually wish I had shared, if only so I could look back on them now and see that it wasn’t so bad.
I was also incredibly young back then. Both in my outlook on life and my style of writing. Way too many exclamation points and way too many hate-filled rants towards celebrities I hate. (Although in all fairness, I still hate Mariah Carey, Jennifer Whorepez and Paris Hilton.) Part of me wishes I could back in time and have a Do-Over, and write things down in a more calm and thought-out way. But that is how I was feeling and that’s how I decided to capture the moment.
And talk about a change in attitude. I certainly didn’t take “blogging” seriously back then. In fact, other than using the term once or twice, I refereed to what I was doing as “updates”. I didn’t adopt a blog format until many years later when I was sure the term had caught on.
But not taking that kind of thing seriously was a good thing. Look at how many marketing and public relations blow hards will tell you that blogging is the be-all and end-all to social media. I was doing it for years before it caught on, and I can assure you that there was nothing be-all about my writing. I was just some girl who wrote down what she was thinking and talked about what she was doing.
I guess it’s normal to look back on our lives and say that things were easier back then. Yet somehow, even with the problems we had, we got through them. So that naturally leads me to believe that whatever is getting us down these days, will one day seem like nothing.
A while back I wrote a blog post about how much I hate the Subway monkey (seen in Canadian Subway commercials) and how, more or less, I felt he should die. In fact, after careful consideration, I put him on my hit list along with all of the Kardashians, the entire cast of Jersey Shore and Casey Anthony.
Yup. That’s right. I just lumped the Subway Monkey into a group with a bar slut who killed her baby.
Either way, the computer generated little bastard still haunts the airwaves, much to my dismay. But, if there is a silver lining to all of this, I’m happy to report that I’m not alone in my hatred for him. I know this because of the search terms that people have entered and found their way to my site. Here are a choice few:
“Subway monkey must die”, “Kill the Subway Monkey”, “Subway Monkey sucks”, “Why is there a stupid monkey in Subway ads”
And those are only the most popular ones. (There are a few others with some, shall we say, “interesting” wording that even I wouldn’t reprint.) Maybe Subway should take a cue and kill off the monkey once and for all. My boycott of Subway Canada restaurants continues until the monkey is done away with.
Good news for those with tons of time on their hands! I’ve begun the tedious task of uploading all the Classic posts from years gone by onto this site. Now you have even more pointless drivel to read in your spare time. I appologize to any and all email subcribers who have been bombared with announcments letting you that every five minutes a new post has been added to the blog. But now you know what’s going on.
For those coming late to the party, I’ve been blogging since 2001. But looking at the sidebar where the archives are stored, you might not know that. Mainly because the posts from 2001 up until 2009 are missing in action.
Well, to be honest, they’re not missing… I just haven’t transferred them over yet.
I know, I had years to do this, but never found the time. Which now, when I’m bogged down with tons of stuff to do, makes for a perfect chance to catch up. So slowly but surely, I’ve begun adding posts month by month, making no changes to them (except in the case of a dead-link) and giving you a dose of what my life was like over the past decade.
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day and while there’s no one particular person in my life that I’m sending flowers to or getting chocolates from, I still think it’s a pretty good day. I did my part; I wore a red top and even a red bra. (Although in all fairness that was because my favorite black bra was in the wash and the red one happened to come up in the rotation.)
A lot of people – a surprising amount of women, in fact – take a stance against Valentine’s Day. Even women who are in loving relationships. I never really understood this, mainly because I never saw a problem with the day itself. (I know what you’re saying; someone as cynical as me, likes Valentine’s Day? Yes. It’s true.)
Yes, it’s a mostly commerical holiday designed to perk people up during the dreary winter months and of course to sell cards and chocolates. It ties Mothers Day as far as busy days at restaurants. and I could see how it could be a painful reminder to some who are single. But I like to look beyond that and see it as a day to celebrate love and happiness. That’s something the world could use a lot more of these days.
I really hate Blogger. I feel bad saying that seeing as they were the first mainstream blogging platform for writers out there and for the longest time I used them for my site. Hell, I even had a Blogger t-shirt and not only was it very comfortable, it made my boobs look nice.
But those days are long gone. Since being bought over by Google, which could be considered a good thing by some people, I find that things have been slowly going downhill. The straw that broke my back the other day was when I was trying to leave a comment on a blog and the word verification thing kept asking me to sign in, only to tell me that I didn’t get the letters right. After seven tries, I knew it couldn’t be my fault.
In all fairness, like I said, I used to use Blogger and I know a lot of folks who still use it and have actually made their sites look great. But for me, I’m so over it I can’t even begin to tell you.
And on a side note, I apologize to those who have blogs with Blogger and for some reason I can’t leave comments. Now you know why.
After being in Toronto for a decade, I feel I need a more “local” coffee shop to hang out at. You know, because being a trendy hipster is what I’m aiming for in this life. And what is a trendy hipster without a cool coffee shop to call my home away from home?
I’ve been doing the Starbucks thing for years. So much so, that I’m surprised there isn’t an imprint of my ass in a couple of the comfy chairs at the store near my house. But I wanted to branch out from the mermaid and see what else was out there.
Aroma, a coffee shop I had only heard about in passing from a few friends, recently opened a location at The Shops on Don Mills. The location is small, but useful if you’re looking to run in and grab a latte to go. (But good luck finding parking. In their attempt to create an “urban village”, Shops at Don Mills has lived up to expectations of a real city by lacking available parking near every single store I want to go to.)
I’ve also tried Dark Horse Espresso and really liked that too. I find leaving my little world of North York and venturing into the big city, lands me at places I either knew existed but never tried, or brand new places that are just waiting for me to go inside.
Either way, armed with my tools (iPhone, laptop, other gadgets and devices) I’m on the hunt for a new haunt. Suggestions are always welcome.
From the looks of things, I’ll be sneaking away from Toronto for a few days in April and heading down to Atlantic City for the opening of the new, highly talked about Revel casino resort. The complex is supposed to open May 15, but the big day is being pushed up by a few weeks, since everything seems to be going smoothly with the construction.
I take every chance I get to visit my home state and I’ve been curious about the Revel since it was first announced years ago. I won’t get to spend too much time back home, though. I’ll most likely take two or three weeks this summer when things are a little less busy in my life.
I’ve been watching casinos get built since I was young. It’s always exciting to see what they will do and how they will change the city. And now that I’m old enough to actually enjoy them, it makes it that much more entertaining.
I was pleased when Karen Stintz was named chairperson of the Toronto Transit Commission. I figured, finally a woman is going to get things done and clean up the mess that Adam Giambrone made. And at first, it seemed as if she really cared about her job.
But after going against the mayor push above ground LRTs instead of subways, it seems she has made some enemies – namely the Ford Brothers. And can you really blame them for being pissed? After all, Ford hand-picked Stintz and she turned around and stabbed him in the back.
But she did that because she knew her job was safe and there would be no repercussions. Ironically enough, because of a ruling that Ford voted for!
I still think that when you spit in the face of the man who gave you a position, you should step down. Especially considering that it’s now clear you have your own agenda you want to push. (And possibly a run for mayor in 2014?) That’s why I feel I would be a perfect replacement for Stintz as chairperson of the TTC.
Think about it; I’m tall (5’10”) so you will always see me at press conferences. I’m well spoken and for the most part, I dress nicely. (Although I can’t promise there won’t be days that I don’t stumble into City Hall chambers in sweat pants.) I think I could find a compromise between subways and LRTs that would make everyone happy. (I do have plenty of free time on my hands and I admit to drawing a few dream maps of the TTC network using Microsoft Word.) And I have red hair. What better marketing tool than a redhead pushing the Red Rocket?
And why not install someone who is NOT a city councillor as chairman? Give the job to a citizen of the city who actually uses the TTC and can offer a real, everyday persons’ opinion on how to improve things. We could do worse. When you think about it, we already have.
When I first heard that disgraced former city councillor and transit chairman Adam Giambrone was writing an article for Now, I figured he was finally publishing one of his sex stories. You know, detailed accounts of his romp with undergrad Kristin Lewis in his office. After all, I’m willing to bet that since the back pages of Now are filled with sex and hooker ads, an article about Gimabrone cheating on his girlfriend (and trying to write off dates using his city expense account) would be a perfect fit.
But no. Instead, Giambrone decided to write an article about Mayor Rob Ford. He wrote some drivel back in January, and now a follow up on how he is “committing political suicide“. And since the graphic school grads at Now have a fetish for Photoshop (remember the photo last spring of a almost naked Rob Ford?) they have a picture of Ford with a gun to his head.
I find it somewhat ironic that Gimabrone, who had to drop out because of his affairs, thankfully ending his run at the mayor’s office, is in ANY place to write about other people committing political suicide. (Then again, I guess he knows best.)
I, like many, had hoped that after being shamed out of politics – at least for the foreseeable future – that he would crawl under a rock and stay there. But sadly no. He continues to put his face out there, as a commentator on Sun News, occasionally on CP24 and writing about how people don’t like Rob Ford.
I’ve always believed that unless you are squeaky clean, you shouldn’t be telling others how to live their lives and what to do.
Morning! Yes, after a restless night I have gone and done it again. I crawled out of bed and more or less ran my arm across the proverbial desk that is my web site, clearing all the clutter and noise and crap I was tired of looking at and redid everything.
Well, I might have oversold that one a tiny bit. Maybe not everything got redone. But I did change the color and a the banner and a few formatting changes.
And I dropped all the old posts.
Don’t worry (not that you were losing sleep over it… that’s my job, after all) The posts are still here. I firmly believe in keeping the past visible and owning up to it — even when it’s not that good. But once again I felt it was time for a change. So in keeping with my need to reset things every few years, the older posts don’t come up right away. (They will return in time once the main page fills up with new posts.)
New posts, you say? Yes, new posts. There will be new posts.
I wanted (another) clean start for this year. A new look and a promise that I will actually write things on my site. Yes, I know I have said that before and much like when Paris Hilton tells you she’s not a slut, you have a hard time believing it when you hear it, but I can assure you that I will make a viable attempt this time around.
Hard to believe that 2011 is now nothing more than a memory and we have a whole new 12 months ahead of us. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this year is better than ones in the past.
Of course, as Doc Brown once told Marty McFly: “The future is what you make of it, so make it a good one!”
Once again the year is winding down and while things don’t always go the way we want them to, this year has been better than some of the ones in the past. Naturally there’s always room for improvement, but that’s what 2012 is for.
I’m fortunate enough to once again be back down in Jersey, celebrating with my family. The drive was good, the weather has been cooperating and the mood is rather festive — which is always a good thing.
Hopefully everyone out there has a Merry Christmas (if you’re celebrating) and a wonderful New Year.
My mother and I are both big fans of Janet Evanovich‘s Stephanie Plum novels. I’ve been reading them for years now and always wondered if and when they would become movies. It seems the wait is finally over.
On January 27, the first novel One For the Money becomes a major motion picture, starring Katherine Hegil in the role of Stephanie Plum.
I’ve seen the trailer and some screen captures and I gotta admit, Heigl does kind of look like how I imagine Plum to look. And considering Sandra Bullock was long rumored to be the producer and actress in the film series, I think we got off easy on this one.
But there are a few concerns before I rush down the ol’ multiplex: a lot of studios release duds in January because award season and holiday seasons have passed. Could One For the Money be a January pass-over?
And Katherine Heigl isn’t a very bankable actress. The majority of her movies, with the exception of Knocked Up, have either been major bombs and/or ravaged by critics.
Still, I’m hoping it does well and most importantly, it’s watchable. From the trailer, the expected gags and “nice ass” jokes are there, so it remains to be seen if there’s any substance behind it.
Once again my birthday has rolled around and as it happens every year, I’m now 365 days older than I was this time last year. A lot of people wonder if I’m worried about getting thismuch closer to being forty and honestly, I haven’t given it that much thought.
I actually consider myself lucky to be “getting up there” when it comes to age. Not that my days were numbered, but so often we open the newspaper (for those of us who still read newspapers, that is) or turn on the TV and see stories about young people’s lives tragically being cut short.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have blessed with a good family and good friends. And when it comes to how I spend my birthday, usually it involves nothing more than relaxing at home. I’m done with the big parties and get-togethers, although I do appreciate the good wishes, so thank you for those.