Thursday, 31 July 2008

here is another one

aren't my friends clever?

Rate this one here.

Tuesday, 29 July 2008

4 guests, 22 glasses

Here is why:
We had a fruit beer tasting thanks to Leslie. There was also a Chapeau cherry beer but I cannot find the pretty little bottle. It was a big favourite. Dessert beer! The strawberry was also delectably sweet and delicious. The grapefruit beer would be an excellent substitute for mimosas at brunch. Breakfast beer! All I wanna do is drink beer for breakfast... perhaps not exactly what the Replacements were singing about. The lemon beer was tart with a capital T. We were not quite sure when we would want to drink it again.

We also tried a trio of cheeses that came in cute boxes. Not bad. Plus Kim brought some really smooth and creamy goat cheese and nut-and-cranberry crackers. Most wonderful.And Julie brought these beautiful flowers from the shop (626 College Street West - can't find the name online) that replaced my favourite little Mercantile that moved to Roncesvalles.

Sunday, 27 July 2008

our pal writes a theme

superstar! rate now. vote oct 4. and again oct 9?

Why is this happening?

The old theme:

Saturday, 26 July 2008

bye bye mrs. setnyk

we miss you.

Friday, 25 July 2008


Today I watched this woman

present this

in a freezing cold room in this building

until I could not sit up any longer and came home for a nap.

(to be fair, I had had about 3 hours sleep, my eyes were burning and my feet were numb with cold)

Thursday, 24 July 2008

u can never have enough spam!

Spam comment reminded me of this menu item I saw in Rye, East Sussex (but didn't order)...

thanks lambentgal

Sunday, 20 July 2008

mild disappointments

A pal and I decided to meet at Dos Amigos for dinner last night. Just as it was time to leave, rain restarted full force and on my ride there all the goop I had put on my hair to try to tame my humidity mane ran goopily down into my eyes. I wiped it away and first my hands and then the handle grips got slimed and slippery. I was a bit of a drippy, gelly mess by the time I arrived. I looked up and saw my friend cheerily stepping down the road under a sunburst yellow umbrella and optimism was restored.

The person who met us at the door seemed mildly disappointed. With us? With the rain? With her evening in general? Or just a non-specific existential malaise? Who knows. It turned out that it was not just her. One slightly discontented person after another came by with little messages of mild disappointment -- order quickly before the big table or your meal will take forever, there is no coffee, some desserts are not available. I ordered a burrito that was filled with soggy vegetables that had been mildly disappointed weeks ago, were raging with bitterness last week, but now had lost the will to live and had congealed into another drippy, gelly mess.

We decided to walk down to Dooney's for coffee and something sweet. When we arrived the place was empty and the waiter told us that he was about to close. Mildly disappointing for us but greatly promising for him. We stayed for a quick cold drink because we were SO thirsty after chatting with friends outside Book City about how governments, bureaucrats and business 'leaders' are disappointing the literacy community. Well, destroying it really -- we are as bitter as the burrito broccoli was last week. As we sat there, the Dooney's patio started to fill up and our mildly disappointed waiter rushed around, cursing under his breath as he wiped chairs and tables and prepared lychee martinis and double espressos for all the hopeful patrons.

After our cold drinks, we decided to pip into Kilgour's across the street and visit our friend Peter who would tell us jokes about spam and hairpieces and the disappointing Montreal Canadien run for the Stanley Cup. We like visiting Peter because sometimes, when he is on his own Stanley-Cup-worthy game, we can stop talking and just laugh our heads off. But Peter was not there, instead a jokeless guy who acknowledged, without a trace of disappointment, that we did not know him from Adam, poured us a beer and watched Pulp Fiction with the sound off. The mixed tape and the frosty beer were nice and we told our own jokes.

I rode home enjoying the warm rain and warm air, stopped at the bank machine to refill my wallet, counted my blessings all the way to my clean sheets, soft pillows, ceiling fans... and drifted off dreaming of good friends and good times past and future.

Saturday, 12 July 2008


it has been a long time between posts but i am just back home and not doing anything that interesting. had a party here on july 1st to celebrate canada day. i think it was fun. seemed to be. celebrated july 4th -- u.s. day -- with my american friends. well some of them. sparklers and cheese. and since then i have been trying to stop being on vacation and get back to work without huge success.

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