And it’s not a very intelligent one either, so run away now if you hate ignorance. My question is about British pop singers. So you have singers like the Spice Girls and Leona Lewis. When they sing, you can mistake them for any western artist. On the other hand, you have someone like Lily Allen – in her songs, you can hear a completely distinct English accent. I was wondering why? How come Lily puts in an accent but Leona doesn’t? Is it intentional? I don’t get it. Can anyone tell me why? Redford, I would love your insight.
This is not just any random buttshot. There is a story behind it. Trust me. Yesterday after work I met up with Albert, Evelyn and Matt for dinner. We went to Salad King, where I proceeded to finish a Pad Thai and still be hungry afterwards. Apparently their servings have become less filling than I remember. I think shitty Waterloo Asian food has lowered my standards, so I found the taste to still be top-tier.
After dinner, Albert drudged off to his night class, Evelyn headed home, and Matt and I merrily skipped off to the CBC building to watch the first taping of the last season of Royal Canadian Air Farce. On the way, we stopped by a Dominion’s to pick up some non-perishable goods for donation. This was our first time being part of the audience so we didn’t know what to expect.
When we arrived, there was already a long line-up formed. We were lucky in that they were seating by blocks and there were only two of us, so we were still able to nab pretty good seats. Roger Abbott did the introductions and mentioned that there were some special guests present at the show: four Canadian Olympic medalists. Hearing this made me even happier that I came down (why didn’t they advertise this on their tickets page?).
The first sketch of the night was a parody of the Canadian electoral debate, which, interestingly enough, was being broadcasted that very moment. The first couple sketches weren’t really funny. The ones that stood out for me were the Wall Street one, “a special message from McCain and Palin”, and Elliot Friedman interviewing the Olympic athletes, only because Alan Park screwed up twice. Simon Whitfield (triathlon, silver), Malcolm Howard, Adam Kreek (both rowing, gold), and Adam van Koeverden (kayak, silver, also Canadian flagbearer) were present, all uniformed in their skin-tight athletic wear. No, the athletes were not funny. Also, I may or may not have been staring at their crotches most of the time.
After the show, there was about ten minutes of mingling between the stars and the audience. I must point out that Howard and Kreek are FREAKING TOWERS in real life. People were crowded around them like ants to a crumb. Since we were standing behind them, we decided to be completely immature and digitize their fine Olympic asses, which you see as today’s featured photo.
I remembered seeing van Koeverden being interviewed during the Beijing 2008 closing ceremonies and my mom acceding my observation that he was rather good-looking. Therefore we sought out van Koeverden and found him awkwardly hanging out by himself behind the two rowing giants (checking out their derrières?) so we each happily snapped a shot with him on my crappy cellphone cam. Then Matt whined for a photo with Luba Goy, his idol and unrequited lover, so he got a photo and her autograph.
We walked back to Union Station – I went to the trains, Matt to the GO buses. It was there, standing by myself among the silent buzz and stuffiness of a late night subway platform, in the glory of downtown Toronto, that I casually flipped through my photo album on my cellphone and realized the horror. There was the photo of that tight gold medal ass. I hit ‘next’. There was Matt, with a wobbly grin beside van Koeverden. ‘Next’. Matt again, with Luba Goy. Where was me with van Koeverden? And then it hit me. He didn’t save it. MATT DID NOT SAVE MY PHOTO!!!!!!!! HE TOOK IT BUT FORGOT TO SAVE ITTT!!!!!!!!! THE ONE AND ONLY PHOTO OF ME!!!!!! OHHHHHHHH MYYYY FREAKINGGGG GODDDDD WHAT A MORON!!!!!!!!!!
Lucky for Matt, YRT was still on strike and he had to take GO home. If he was standing beside me at that moment I might have been instigated to push him off the platform. I furiously texted Matt to declare my misery and anguish caused by his asininity (not really… I had to write a draft, save it, and send it when I got to Rosedale ’cause there’s no signal underground). Numb and defeated, I stepped onto the Yonge train and slumped down with a sigh. As I stared out the window, I eww-ed at my own reflection ’cause it was so freaking dark outside I solemnly mused upon what could have been: elevated moments of self-pride as I shove a photo of me beaming beside a sexy Canadian athlete under my annoyed friends’ noses when they didn’t even ask for it.
And that is my story. The end. Matt, you owe me an Adam van Koeverden.
You may have heard the news: Nintendo Co. Ltd. has just announced the Nintendo DSi, direct successor to the DS Lite. It’s basically the DS Lite with a dual-camera setup and SD card support, sacrificing the GBA slot. Major (hah!) physical differences consist of slightly larger screens, and being 10% slimmer.
My beef is, I really don’t understand where Nintendo is going with this. I mean, did Nintendo’s marketing department conclude that people actually want these features? Are they trying to replace something (ie. iPhone)? Target new market? How is this an improvement? If I want to take shittacular-quality pictures on the go, I have a cellphone. If I want to listen to music, I have my mp3 player. Hey, what if I want to listen to music while I’m playing a DS game?! Are we going to start seeing DS games that require you to take photos of stuff? In that case, what about old DS owners? Are they going to try to suck more money from us by offering a camera peripheral for Phats and Lites? What about people who have the Guitar Hero guitar grip, or the paddle controller?
Also, Nintendo’s little media summit left some questions unanswered, such as: When the hell is it coming to CANADA?!!?! I was going to get my brother a DS for Christmas, and the rumors of a DS makeover excited me, but North America won’t be seeing the DSi until “well into 2009“, because DS Lite sales here are still going strong. So what the heck am I supposed to do?!
I also don’t think the nearly 40% markup in price is well-justified. The whole package sounds very gimmicky. Then again, I thought the Wii was gimmicky and two years after launch, you’d still be hard-pressed to find them in stock.
Although the DSi leaves me confuzzled, I’m still stoked for the up-and-coming game lineup. 3D Picross + Gyakuten Kenji + Kingdom Hearts 358/2 + Ragnarok Online = drool bucket needed. Yes, you may conclude that all I’ve been doing at work is refreshing my Google Reader.
Welcome to Fobulicious, the nth reiteration of Louise’s blog! It certainly took long enough for me to get this thing going again. I couldn’t stand not having an outlet for my rants (no, Facebook does not suffice). You probably have a few questions…
What’s with the layout? What happened to your previous entries?
This is a temporary layout, until I feel like I should stop being lazy and actually modify it. Though isn’t it purrrrdy? =D I just don’t think it’s practical enough and doesn’t reflect the time of year one bit. But that’s okay. It’s just I’m being rebellious. Against uh… Mother Nature. Anyway, long story short, I’m still trying to access my old SQL databases (Lunarpages is being a bitch), so hopefully I can get my content back. If not, then, well…fresh start, I suppose.
Fobulicious = fobulous + delicious. Yea okay I’m delusional and uncreative. I desperately wanted a new domain so I didn’t really think about the name much. Leave me alone!
What about all your other sites (fanlisting, collectives)?
Why thanks for remembering! They’re gone for good. I don’t have the time to maintain those anymore. They were fun while they lasted, but ultimately really served no purpose other than to feed my ego.
So… what are you gonna do with all your storage space?
Host! If you’re looking for free hosting, look no further! Just drop me a line with some basic info on yourself (and your website of course) and I’ll probably host you because I have a crapload of unused webspace. You will get a crapload of webspace, bandwidth, a subdomain, email forwards, private FTP, script installations, PHP/MySQL/etc, and (the best part) yours truly as a hostess. All I ask is that your site be either very pretty, or have good content (bonus points if it’s both), and not be illegal/pornographic. Also you must not be a psycho. I’ll probably set up a more “formal” page on hosting info, but for now, a simple email will do.
How’s life been?
Since this is a blog, I suppose I should talk about how I’ve been doing. I started work about a month ago… pretty lame, yes, another bank job downtown. It’s actually quite funny because last term I worked at a commodities trading desk when oil was having its crazy volatility run, and now I’m working in Trading Credit during this credit crisis. So basically I’m always working with busy, short-tempered, and pissed-off bankers/traders. Thank you, co-op.