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*knock knock knock*
Yoo-hoooo! Anyone home??
*sticks her head in the door and looks around*
In the off chance that there was someone still hanging around here, waiting for a golden morsel to drop from my plate (off chance? that’s the understatement of the century), I just thought I’d pop by for a quick hello and to tell you that: alas, no, I have NOT embarked on a tour around the world in a leaky boat (although I must say, that does sound tempting at times).
I’ve been busy with wedding plans and–oh, who am I kidding? We’re doing a destination wedding; most of the plans have already been made. What I’ve really been doing is having a bang-up time writing about them over on my other websites (taunt, taunt, taunt). Didn’t want to bore you with talk of tulle and stuff. You know how it is.
However, if you’re still hanging about here (and wow if you are – you deserve an award for patience!) then hey, drop me a line. I just might show you the trail of breadcrumbs leading to my usual hangout.
purplegables (at) gmail… you know the rest.
Feist cleaned up at the Juno Awards last night in Calgary and it’s about time. I was so peeved when she got shut out of the Grammys. I even joined a Facebook group called Feist Was Robbed at the Grammys (me and 29 other pissed off people). Ah, but what do those Americans know, anyway.
Sidenote: Did you know Feist was from Calgary? Just another name to add to the growing list of amazing women produced by that city. (Now ask me where I’m from, I dare ya.)
My friend Duane Storey was in Cowtown shooting photos at the event and partying it up with the famous folk (’cause that’s how he rolls). That’s his photo of Feist on the right – pretty great, right? Check out his other photos of the Junos and the play-by-play over on his blog.
So here’s a newsflash for all you Vancouverites: Feist is coming to Vancouver AGAIN, August 5 at Deer Lake Park! I don’t know where the heck Deer Lake Park is and I don’t care, I’ll be there. The last concert blew my socks off (what a funny saying, how exactly would one go about blowing off one’s socks?) so I can’t imagine what she’ll come up with next. I could just die from the fabulosity of it.
And you know tickets will disappear faster than you can say Ben Mulroney is da bomb, so here’s a SCOOP… Feist tickets go on PRE-SALE Tuesday at 12 noon until 10 p.m. Thursday. Go to Tickemaster Feist Pre-sale and enter the password: reminder.
Speaking of Benny, I caught some of the red carpet chaos last night on CTV where he and his eTalk co-host Tanya Kim were interviewing the nominees and winners as they sashayed their way into the show. I gotta say, just watching them gave me a mild panic attack. Yeah they get to talk to some pretty cool people but MY GOD THE STRESS!? I mean, does someone prompt them as to who’s who and what talking points they should use or what? I don’t know about you but I had no clue as to who any of those people were. Well, except Michael Buble (sigh..). That must be one of the toughest jobs out there. Can you imagine having to be on the ball like that for so long, under so much pressure and with so many idiots screaming in the background so you can’t even hear yourself think, let alone have a riveting conversation with someone? And I mean, like, Anne Murray, what do you say to Anne Murray? Apparently she’s a Canadian icon (quick, name one Anne Murray song… yeah, that’s what I thought) and so you sort of have to be respectful (even Russell Peters wimped out) but oh the things you must want to say.
Kudos to them.
This is quite horrible, so if you’re squeamish, do yourself a favor and don’t watch it. Trust me on this one.
Hint: watch the guy on the far right.
Does anyone know if what looks like happened, really did happen???
I have nothing against camping. In fact, I’ve had a couple (but only a couple) very positive camping experiences, revolving around the campfire, hotdogs, marshmallows and beers.
For some obscure reason, Robbie got it in his head the other day that we needed a tent. And in typical Fink fashion, he did a thorough research of the available possibilities. Since Canadian Tire was running a ‘sick’ sale on tents the other day, we went there and picked one up. It was actually a 6-person tent, 2 sleeping bags, a weird pop-up shelving thing and 2 chairs (complete with beverage holders) for $150. That’s a pretty good deal. So we snatched it up, figuring we could return it later if we decided it was not for us.
The moment we got home, Rob wanted to set it up. Where?? I said. Right here! So we moved ALL the furniture to the outer limits and set up the tent smack in the middle of our living room. Classic.
Personally, I think it’s a nice tent and all, but it’s gosh darn GI-NORMOUS. Rob is undecided. We saw another one at Costco the other day which might be smaller, but knowing Rob, we’ll have to take it home and set it up in the living room to make sure.
Today was a long and frustrating day at work. At least my limo (Rob) picked me up afterwards so I didn’t have to take the bus in the rain. We went to Costco where – yet again – I puzzled over the seemingly useless job of the Exit Door Guy.
Exit Door Guy (or Gal) is the person who stands at the big barn of a door and waits for people to roll their carts by, at which point he says, “Whoa there”, reaches for your receipt, gives it a cursory glance, whips out his magic marker and sort of haphazardly makes some semblance of a mark on it, and hands it back to you saying (but not really meaning it), “Have a nice night.”
I don’t get it. What am I missing here?
At Costco, the exit is not the same as the entrance door, so he knows you’re not coming in, grabbing something and sneaking out. You have to go through the cashiers to get to the exit and there are no goods in between those two points so you couldn’t grab something there, either. And even if you could, he doesn’t even really look at your receipt and compare it to what’s in your cart, anyways. He’s not even like a wanna-be Walmart greeter who enthusiastically says bye instead of hi and lives to make you smile. So what is the point of that guy’s job?? I think I might have to just ask one day.
At any rate, next time I have a bad day at work, I’ll just think of the Exit Door Guy and realize it ain’t so bad after all.
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