Archive for May, 2007

I kinda like Vista

May 31, 2007

 I got a new computer at work on Tuesday, as my personal laptop has been dying a slow and painful death recently.  I found myself recently doing a lot of wondering of “What is it DOING?”, while I watched processes hang and heard noises that probably shouldn’t come from a computer and I begun to think that eventually smoke would come out of it, as it rolled over belly-up with it’s tongue hanging out and I could kiss the last two digital years of my life goodbye.  The new computer came in last week and I propped Old Faithful in it’s position in my apartment where it will be used to check email and serve up old episodes of Sex and the City.

The title of this post started out as “I heart Vista” and since has been downgraded to “I kinda like Vista”, I’m sure if you have dealt with it at all, you might have an inkling as to why.   The new, pretty little IBM ThinkPad came with Vista installed  and the first thing I thought was “this is HOT!”  Basically, the look and feel is very Mac-y, I love the Windows sidebar, which I use in a lot of the same ways as Google Desktop (which I die for, but had to uninstall due to a huge drop in processing speed).  It’s pretty sexy, take a look:

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My favourite, useless little feature is the ability to scroll through windows like that.  It doesn’t really help me at all, but it looks really hot.

Things went downhill when I stopped getting email.  Because of some weird issue with Outlook 2003 and Office 2007, emails were coming in and not getting to my inbox.  God knows where they went, I’m still looking.  Of course, then it takes hours to solve this problem, involving uninstalling etc.

I know the general response that most people have when they hear the word “Vista” is to shudder and maybe even throw up in their mouth a little, but honestly, it’s really not that bad.  I can’t think of another time where it hasn’t been at LEAST a 3 day effort to set up a new computer and get everything running properly, with a significant amount of time googling error messages.  The standard for operating systems from Microsoft is pretty low in my mind, so the experience wasn’t too out of line with my expectations.  The sexiness factor and at least a little bit of an effort to catch up to the Mac interface makes up for the crap.  In the special olympics of operating systems, this one wins gold.

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Lala land

May 28, 2007

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Here comes another “Wow, things are so different in this part of the US than where I’m from!” entry. Just being honest and letting you know ahead of time in case you want to bail now. The following are some new developments since moving to sunny California.

I shop a lot. Clothes are just so much cheaper down here. Forever 21 is my new best friend. If I could have sleepovers and pillow fights and braid each others’ hair, I would. We’d also invite H&M.

I wear bright colors. Toronto Jenny dressed a lot in basic pieces and neutral colors but upon moving to SoCal and discovering that there is a whole RAINBOW of colors that you can dress yourself in, my wardrobe is adapting accordingly. I just bought myself a pink sundress. And I’m not just talking pink, it’s fuschia. Like, “throw on your sunglasses because Jenny just put on the pink dress” pink.

I eat out at restaurants almost every night. This is one of the most ridiculous things about living here. You’d think that since it’s such a warm climate and people are naturally walking around in their bikinis all day, that it would just be easy to stay all thin and healthy because it’s normal to just eat 3 carrot sticks a day. Of course not. We go out to eat and way too much and it’s making me gain weight. I might even be 100lbs by now. This has to stop.

I buy trashy magazines. Unabashedly. I just grab those bad boys and toss them down on top of the groceries I’m paying for and don’t feel an ounce of guilt about it. I then read them out loud while making comments to whoever happens to be standing near me. We then discuss them as if they’re close and personal friends. There’s so much less guilt about it in LA, they’re our neighbors for christ’s sake. It’s fantastic.

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Pasadena City Hall

May 26, 2007

Pasadena city hall has been under construction since I’ve moved here and they’ve just recently finished and taken down all the construction fences. It was like a nice big present was just unwrapped for me and it’s gorgeous, so I took some pictures today. Unfortunately they still have the inside roped off, so these are only shots of the exterior.

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It’s not a good morning

May 25, 2007

I woke up this morning to this travesty:
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A FEW HOURS. Seriously. Me being able to wait a few hours to check that one unread message in my inbox that is MOCKING ME would imply that I’m the type of person that can stare at the blinking red message light on the phone and not turn it off even if I know what the message is. Let’s be clear here, I’m not that type of person. GIVE ME BACK MY FACEBOOK.

I feel a little better having let that out.

How does Carrie do it?

May 24, 2007

carrie.jpgI’ve obviously been watching a lot of Sex and the City recently because I’ve been thinking about exactly how Carrie could write the type of column she did without divulging massive amounts of way-too-personal information about the people in her life. Having recently become single, followed by moving to a completely new city and meeting tons of new people, there is a fair amount of drama and really interesting things that would be incredibly enjoyable to write about. And by “incredibly enjoyable” I do mean it would be a guilty pleasure like buying a pile of trashy magazines, eating the whole box of chocolates alone or whatever sick twisted behavior people engage in while completely alone.

While all my misadventures will make for a very interesting autobiography, to write about it here on this blog would most likely result in me getting bitchslapped. Actually, let’s be honest, this isn’t All My Children, no one actually bitchslaps people anymore, there would probably just be some strongly worded and long winded emails. Which I would then forward to my close friends to mock over msn and skype. That’s how we do it these days.

So the bottom line is that I won’t be talking about the LA drama or the romantic aspects of my life, which you may notice, don’t fall into the same category. But that’s all I’m saying. If you really want to know, skype me.

….If at this point you’re questioning whether I’ve forwarded any of your emails to one of my friends, the answer is likely yes.

The Zsa Zsa Zsu

May 24, 2007

On the off chance that you aren’t female and between the ages of 18-35, which necessarily implies that you may not have seen every episode of Sex and the City at least 4 times, I’ll explain what the “zsa zsa zsu” is.

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Straight from the Urban Dictionary:

1. zsa zsa zsu
Comes from “Sex and the City”, where Carrie describes it as the feeling you get when you meet someone you really really like. That sort of lovey, butterflies feeling when you just want to be with someone.

Carrie: I met this new guy Berger, and I just get that zsa zsa zsu.

That inexplicable feeling that we’ve all experienced at one point or another that is so fantastic. I like to extend it to apply to all other aspects of life, because we’ve all had those moments, days, weeks or months where everything just seems to be working out. When life is just treating you well and the zsa zsa zsu is just everywhere. Hence the name. That and that I really like Sex and the City.

You may stop speculating about my love life now, I’m not divulging any of the details 😉

I live nowhere

May 11, 2007

A really weird thing happens when I travel across the border these days. No country wants to claim me as their own. When I fill out customs forms for the US, I’m not technically a “resident” because my TN visa classifies me as a visitor, so they want to see my permanent address as being in Canada.

When I fill out Canadian customs forms, they want to see my address on the card as being in the United States because I’m not technically a resident of Canada anymore either.

Hmmmph. The great part is that I’m not subject to any limits on the amount of alcohol and tobacco I bring across the border because both countries assume that I’m going to be bringing it back to my “home”. This could get interesting…

It works both ways

May 4, 2007

So the US isn’t the only one guilty of narrow-mindedness. I’m in a Starbucks in Vancouver and to pay for wireless I’m forced to give them my cell number and select my carrier from a dropdown menu. The choices: Bell, Rogers, Fido, Telus.

Grrrrr….

My love of airports

May 4, 2007

Flew into Vancouver this morning for New Music West and checked my newsreader to find a very appropriate post by Rick and shortly after, the follow-up by Rachel. The amount of travelling I’ve been doing has recently gone up a fair bit and I’ve learned that nothing irritates me more than taking my shoes off at the security check. Taking the laptop out, alright fine. Removing jackets and sweaters, if I must. Emptying out pockets, done and done. But it never fails, something inside me just gets supremely offended and irritated at the shoe removal part. It’s just disgusting. Ugh.

Rachel had a much worse time than I did going through security this morning. She managed to incite a pat-down that usually requires someone buying dinner first. At one point I thought the security guard was checking to make sure that she hadn’t swallowed 18 balloons of cocaine, because I’m not sure what else she could have been looking for by rubbing her stomach so thoroughly. I have to thank Rachel though, because it served as a great distraction while all of my liquid and gel toiletries made it through in my carry-on baggage in non-regulation sized bottles, jammed in various places in my suitcase. How’s that for security?

Coachella

May 1, 2007


First of all, it was hot. Damn hot. 103 degrees hot (that’s about 39 celsuis for the Canadian readers out there). So, naturally there were a lot of scantily clad people…like this guy:

Despite the heat, I had an awesome time. We started off by catching a bit of the Fratellis, then I went off to see Regina Spektor on the main stage, who was so awesome. She carried the whole show just with her voice and a piano.

After that, I went back to meet with the rest of the guys to see Peter, Bjorn & John and managed to see the last few songs of Hot Chip, who are one of my new favourites. By the time Peter, Bjorn and John came on, I was ready to pass out. They were performing in a tent, which you would think would be a bit cooler because it was out of the sun, but it was the exact opposite. There were about a million people jammed into this tent and not a breeze at all. Coupled with the fact that I was approximately at armpit level of everyone, made it a not-so-pleasant experience. After the first song I had to go outside where I sat on the grass, and smeared mustard all over my face while attempting to eat a soft pretzel. NO ONE whistled to Young Folks! What’s up with that?

Next was Arcade Fire, who rocked the house with the best performance of the whole day.

When Arcade Fire was finished performing I was lucky enough to escape with my life because that’s when the Chili Peppers fans started moshing their way up to the stage, despite the fact that people who were there watching Arcade Fire hadn’t left yet. I love nearly dying.

A few of us split off to go see LCD Soundsystem and laugh at the kids doing lots of drugs and deciding that the middle of the crowd dancing to massive techno beats was clearly the appropriate place to lie down. We took some not-so-sneaky pictures of them.

The last show we caught was The Good, The Bad and the Queen. By that point I was pretty tired, the air was cooling off to the point where it was getting a little chilly and everyone was coming down with sinus and lung conditions from all the dust we’d been inhaling from frolicking in the desert all day. I finally managed to get ahold of the guys I’d come with and we started back on the 3 1/2 hour drive back to LA. What a great day!