Good Catch

WOWOWOW, so many posts in one day. I'm just letting go, one might say.

In my neighbourhood, there is the MOST killer store: Good Catch. I could not love this place any more, and I have only been in it once. Even when I had just seen the outside of it, I told B it was a place for me :-)


Right at Queen and Sorauren (west of Lansdowne), if you're anything like me, you will love this store and what it's all about. Check it out. Virtually, and in person. You might see me there. (Extra incentive!!)

I know K and C will appreciate ths piccie.

Out-of-town first snowfall

Forgot to mention this:

So last week I was in Waterloo for a few days when the first snowfall happened. I was outside building a snowman (cardboard eyes ripped out in the shape of little circles from a pizza box, baby carrot nose, strategically chopped broccoli mouth) with a six-year-old when I saw an older man walk by with two young children. I was really captivated by the hat this dude was wearing.

It was so shiny and silky. It was a SKUNK HAT. My god, I didn't even know these existed. I then started to get really excited (for some reason) that he was wearing a hat made of skunk. Somehow it kind of incensed me with delight, if that's possible. But then he was gone and I sort of forgot about it, up until just now.

I'm gonna do another KZ here...

Do you know what REALLY grinds my gears? The STUPID whistling at the end of the commercials for Astral Media. They have GOT to stop that. Really have to. Must. I can't take it anymore. It's soooooo obnoxious. For some reason I used to think that stupid whistle was somehow related, or had something to do with Canadian Tire. In that sense, I kind of accepted it, seeing as how Can Tire is such a square organization (hello: that weird/awful couple and their lame family they used to feature in all their ads, that finally got canned 'cause everyone hated them so much. Yah.)

Astral: Please halt the whistle. Now. It's not good.

(Your quality here)

This morning when I was waiting for the streetie on Queen (don't EVEN get me started on that one!!!) I saw a woman walk by, pushing a stroller. I noticed some fancy writing across the back of her sweatpants that read, "Responsible." Now, I don't know if it was the fine people at Juicy Couture who started that trend (you know, ass words), but I guess it's like, using a word to describe yourself pasted across your bum is the new black. I mean I guess back in the day having pants that said, "Juicy" on the ass was kind of a way to show a little bit of your personality and sass to the world. Back in the day 'Juicy' was an admirable quality.

And today 'Responsible' is what brings all the boys to the yard.

1-Got-Hundred

Last night B and I took a cab home and this cabbie was yammering on and on and ON about garbage pick-up in Toronto and complaining up and down about garbage this, garbage that (you know how cabbies are). Then he and B started talking about 1-800-GOT-JUNK and the guy was saying how he basically has a storage locker filled with stuff he doesn't know what to do with (i.e. to throw out or not to throw out - like old blinds, etc... !??!), that he pays $150 a month for (what a loser!) So then he started saying how he's totally going to call the 1-800-GOT-JUNK guys and was going on and on about this and then at one point he goes, "Yah, I'm just going to call 1-Got-Hundred-Junk."

When we got out of the cab I just about died with laughter. 1-Got-Hundred-Junk!??? And he WASN'T KIDDING AROUND.

I'm still laughing about it right now... and tearing up.

The name of things

I've had it up to here with Air Miles. Why do they ALWAYS have to be referred to as AIR MILES REWARD MILES??????? How many times do they have to say MILES in one name?

It's
too
much.

The whole thing is an outdated name for an equally outdated system of rewarding people, by not really rewarding them at all.

Air Miles, reward yourselves by going out of business.

You. have. the. wrong. number.

The whole issue of people calling wrong numbers and then not believing you when you say 'This isn't CMHC,' or 'We don't sell microscopes,' or whatever the %#$^ else is REALLY starting to grate on me (or in the words of KZ, grind my gears).

Someone called here this morning, asking for some brochures about grants having to do with CMHC. This man would NOT believe me that he had the wrong number. Did he think that I was eventually going to say, 'Oh yes, you're right, this is CMHC, how could I have BEEN SO INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAME OF MY OWN WORKPLACE!???????????!'

Clearly, I've had enough of this practice. When someone tells you you have the wrong number, be respectful and hang the fuck up. Jesus gawd.