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Sooo I got home from school late last night, and stumbled across this interesting sight:

The mannequins from the long-time abandonned Commonwealth Blend are long gone, and the windows are all papered up. I asked Mike (who owns Unfold Apparel and Connect Four) and he said something about a new Canadian designer (?) is moving in there. Clothes!!!

(Boris is lookin' good as usual, and out to impress the ladies)

Appliance Alleyway.

To make a long story short, the one outlet I have in my "kitchen" constantly breaks, and I hate having to reset it.

The next available outlet is on the floor next to my bathroom, which is now my cooking space. Yesssssssssssss.

(if this doesn't impress the boys... I dont know what will)

edit: I microwaved myself some delicious frozen macaroni last night.

Comeback Kid.

Super-secret show was tonight at Venue 13 aka The Spot Above Ragpickers. I ran into a few friends outside the show who filled me, and unfortunately I couldn't make it down, as I needed to eat my Pita Pit and take a serious nap for a couple hours.

I could hear the entire show from my apartment, and while I'm not into hardcore punk at all, I can respect these guys because they have such a dedicated following. It was really cool to see people out in the Exchange for once, so good for them for picking an excellent venue.

http://www.myspace.com/comebackkid


PS. Thanks to all the hotties who were milling around outside my apartment - you were excellent eye candy.

Concerned Children's Advertisers

I've always had an obsession with the Concerned Children's Advertisers (CCA). It hasn't been with the organization themselves, but with their television ads. They're absolutely brilliant. At lunch today, Cindy (my cousin) and I were talking about how everytime we hear the song He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother by The Hollies, that CCA PSA comes to mind.



I was looking through the CCA's website this evening, and found all the PSAs that they've put out. To my surprise, the CCA doesn't do their own commercials, they've used various Canadian advertising agencies such as Cossette Communication, Leo Burnett Company Ltd., Round Table Advertising, and Publicis.

Either way, they're great. I never realized how much of an impact these PSAs had on me until now. As I watched each one, it brought me back to when I was a kid, sitting a foot away from the television watching Sesame Street. I'm still fascinated by every new PSA that is on television, and I'm secretly hoping that one day I can be on the creative team that creates a new PSA for Concerned Children's Advertisers.

Here's the address to the rest of the PSAs: http://www.cca-kids.ca/psas/index.html

Family Lunches.

Her: What are you planning on doing after you graduate? Television?
Susan: Are you going to be a TV reporter, like on Global?
Me: No. I hate being in front of the camera. I get awkward and feel uncomfortable.
Susan: You'd be great on camera. Why don't you want to be on camera?
Me: I just don't like it. We had to do a couple Journalism bits infront of the camera last year, and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to say.
Her: Well I can tell you'd be a great reporter. You're a good talker, and you've got the look. I used to be in Journalism. You could do it easily, there's way more money in it too. And you'd be able to travel all over the world.
Cindy: Yeah you should do it. You'd be good on camera.
Me: I like writing advertisements.

Her: So what are you going to do in advertising then?
Me: I want to do copywriting for radio, or work at an advertising agency.
Her: What's your plan b?
Me: Um... I'm just planning on putting in my time and moving up the ranks.
Her: Well I wouldn't count on it. By the time you're 30, they'll eat you up and spit you out and find someone better to replace you. Trust me, I know. I used to work at an advertising agency in Edmonton. The only people who stay on past 30 are all alcoholics or druggies.
Me: Oh.
Her: Trust me. You don't want to end up like that. You're not going to go anywhere unless you do something with Journalism. Have you considered web reporting? I really think you should be on TV.

This is the conversation I had with my cousin Cindy's aunt Susan's cousin (whose name I do not know).
She: a) only uses her phone for talking b)only uses her mac for emailing c)only checks her email once a week d)referred to Twitter as "a useless waste of bandwidth."

Rosh Hashanah lunch was a lovely one. Tonight I'm going to party like it's 5669.

Wireless, or lack of.

My internet really sucks. I've been using someone else's connection (I'm not saying who for fear of it becoming security-enabled), however it's been kind of sucky all night and I think I'm losing my patience. I can't upload photos onto my blog right now, which makes me sad sad sad.

If you know the passwords to these connections, help a sister out:

• usp
• OLDMARKETAUTONOMOUSZONE1
• OLDMARKETAUTONOMOUSZONE2
• impactvisitor
• enigma
• impact
• Unnamed Network
• TERNEN
• wskydix
• CWB

Ho-hum, I can't wait until the day that I will able to get cable/tv/my own wireless connection for my apartment. Until then...

Winnipeg Harvest

So, I'm quite pleased to say that my IPP has pretty much started today! I posted my first two posts on the new Winnipeg Harvest Blog.

Winnipeg Harvest was my charity of choice for a number of reasons, aside from being a charity I strongly believe in, I have been volunteering there on and off for my whole life. My synagogue would organize volunteer nights there, and my parents and I would go along with 20 or so people to help sort food, during high school I volunteered there for extra-credit, and when I was 16, I won the Winnipeg Harvest “Kids Who Care” Award, which honours Winnipeg youth who have made a generous donation of their time.
So so so sooooo I'm really hoping you'll all check it out, and let me know what you think of the blog so far. I'd love to hear what you have to say, and what you think I can do to make it better. Also, if you have any information, or story ideas, or anything else that's stuitable for the blog, please let me know :)

http://www.winnipegharvestblog.blogspot.com/

Kitchen Turntables.

HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! ARE THESE FOR REAL?!??! Me cooking. Yeah right...

Shower

I'm scared.

1) What is this?
2) What do I do to get rid of it?

** This is post-shower, so ignore my hair **

I'm pretty sure the boy who lived here before me never cleaned this shower. I've cleaned it once, when I kind of threw my now-thrown out mop at it. I really, really, really miss my housecleaner.

I'M BACK

Hahahaha so I'm back now!!!
I got super lazy over the past month or so, so I apologize about that. I think I spent more time this summer at my mom's house than at my place, so I didn't really have anything to write about.

I now have reasons to write:
#1 I have no choice but to spend all my time here due to school/homework
#2 We have to keep a blog for the year for Ad class, and I'd rather write this than start all over again

So there you go!

I Thought I Was Going To Die Tonight...

I'll keep this short and sweet:

I had my first legit scare since moving downtown. I came home from work around 11pm and parked my car on McDermot, right outside the Mayberry art store. As I was crossing the street to get to my apartment, 4 area youth were walking down the street. Two guys and two girls. The two guys started calling out to me and trying to talk to me, which was really awkward, so I walked down the sidewalk, with them giving them one word answers as I was getting my keys ready to get into my place. I guess the real moment of truth came to me, when I got to my door. I kept on thinking, what next? are they going to leave me alone? or are they going to follow me up to my apartment? what would I do?

They kept on walking as soon as I got to the front door, but still... Who knows what would have happened I guess? That's pretty much the reason that I never go outside my building after dark, except to get to my car. The Exchange brings in some pretty shady night characters.

Tuesday.

It's Tuesday night.
This means:
1) Whiskey Dix Patio
2) The Hot Dog Cart outside of Dix
3) It took me the usual 25 mins of looking for a parking spot.

I gave my hot dog money (which was my dinner money, btw) to a middle-aged man on the street. He was an honest-looking man, who said, "It can't hurt to ask, I'm not looking for a cup of coffee, or gas money, and my mother isn't sick or dying in the hospital... I've only got a dollar on me, and I need another $1.95 so I can grab a king-can." I like him.

The downside is that I'm really hungry and don't have any change left, and also I'm not in the mood to break a $20 bill on a hot dog. The upside is that I saw some guy turn off Main onto McDermot (ie: driving the wrong way down the street), to get into the parking lot next to my building. The police saw this, and followed with flashing lights.

Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Boris & I Go For A Walk.

I left Boris at home all day, while I worked a seven-hour shift, so I promised him a long river-walk upon my return home...

(walking down main st.)
(one of 500 uneaten hot dogs)

(homeless person hotel)

(our dock on the river)

(hot dogs?)

(blood)

Boris and I had a great walk down to the river. Waterfront is a great area, and Boris loves a good romp through the wooded areas. Plus, there's always some interesting shit going on downtown...