Even while at Kickass Karaoke, I’m still takin’ care of bidniss!
The article on the front page of that section — Tucows Milking the Internet, featuring a photo of our CEO — is mentioned in this entry. Thanks to Eldon Brown for providing me with the paper!
Last night’s snowfall has some very pretty after-effects, so I took a
little time to take some pictures around the neighbourhood before
hopping on the train to work. I’ve gathered them into a small
collection which you can view in album or slideshow format. I’ve got a couple of samples below:
Bloor Street, looking east between Quebec and High Park Avenues. Click the picture to see it at full size.
The entranceway to High Park. Click the picture to see it at full size.
Seen this morning on the eastbound platform of High Park subway
station: a discarded day-old boutonniere sitting on top of a pay phone.
I’ve seen enough dates to semi-formal school dances gone wrong — many
of them my own — to imagine scenarios that would’ve led to this:
Joi Ito, in his IRC channel, #joiito, pointed to this CBC test that attempts to determine which Canadian federal election candidate aligns most closely with you.
It presents the four major political parties’ positions on twelve
issues, but the identities removed. In the quiz, you select “agree” or
“disagree” on each point, and at the end, each candidate is listed,
along with the points on which you agree and disgree with him.
How’d it work out for me? Pure centrist: the candidates with whom I agreed most were the Conservatives’ Stephen Harper (12 issues) and the NDP’s Jack Layton (12 issues).
Seen just east of the corner of King and Dufferin:
While channel-surfing with my lovely wife, we ended up catching the final segments of What Not to Wear. The episode featured a young woman living in Manhattan. Her “after” pictures looked great.
“I wonder what the ‘befores’ look like,” I said.
As if in response, the show cut to her “before” pictures. They were
mostly a cross of college “schlump” outfits and stuff that was locked
permanently in 1987. She looked more New Jersey than New York.
“She lives in the city,” I said, “she should dress a little.”
Wendy recoiled in horror.
“Was it something I said?” I asked.
“No, it’s how you said it. You sounded just like my mother!”
Oh, great. I think I just cancelled the next fortnight’s nookie, and I
didn’t even do anything fun like coming home completely smashed with
the boys to play Grand Theft Auto.
Just for kicks, a photo of me in my role as Best Man at Rob Strickler’s and Leslie Thun’s wedding last month:
And while we’re at it, one of my lovely wife:
And here’s one of the bride and groom after the wedding rehearsal dinner:
I’ll post whatever photos I have from their wedding and various pre-wedding celebrations in an album soon.