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New HP PC Computer for sale | Sunday, October 7th, 2007

I just received a brand new computer from a client for a project I'm working on but I don't need it, so if you know anyone who's interested (Montreal area only please), hit me up! :)

Specs are here on the HP site.

In addition to those specs, they've added another 512mb of RAM (for a total of 1gb), a firewire card (I can't find the driver disk, but you can get it easily off the net), and a 17" NEC CRT monitor. It's registered with HP and still has almost 3 years of onsite warranty.

It comes in the original box with all original documentation, including recovery CDs and manuals, optical mouse and keyboard, and all cables.

It runs Windows XP, Symantec Anti Virus - I've also installed Adobe Photoshop CS 3 and Adobe Lightroom, and will leave them installed (no CDs).

The price for the computer itself as you can see on the HP site is $579 USD plus tax and S&H - without the added memory, firewire card and monitor.

I'm asking $500 all included.



Thank you Sir, may I have another | Sunday, July 29th, 2007

Customer service can be pretty hit-and-miss around these parts. In the past couple of weeks I had some of the best and worst customer experiences I can remember.

1 - The Running Room, Sherbrooke Street, Westmount.

I've started running again. However, my father had 'appropriated' my 4-year-old pair of Asics Gel runners to do his gardening because they're comfortable. As all the other shoes I own are either dress shoes or zero-support-Converse, I needed to buy a new pair. I know enough about sports to understand the importance of buying a shoe that fits and supports your foot properly, and I knew which brands I wanted to stay away from. Your shoes say a lot about you:


2504 Steps to closing your Facebook account. | Monday, July 23rd, 2007

(edit: Thanks Julien, for introducing me to the awesome destructive power of Digg.) ;)

Yes, it's true! I finally managed to close my Facebook account. It was a long, arduous road - the hardest part was slaying the Gorgon on level 16 - and I'm glad it's finally over.

If you, cherished reader, are wondering why I would do such a thing, then wipe those potato skins off the top of your Bananarama tour t-shirt and keep reading:


A quick note to Montreal women | Wednesday, July 4th, 2007

We've been seeing a disturbing trend recently in the growing number of women wearing big, poorly-designed Audrey Hepburn-style sunglasses. We're not sure how this started or who is responsible for it, but until we solve this mystery we advise all Montreal females to avoid purchasing, wearing or owning any such form of sunglasses. They are not flattering on you. They do not make you look classier or more sophisticated. Instead, they make you look like you failed the "A-B" test at the optometrist and were prescribed severe, Hubble-telescope-like corrective eyewear to treat your acute astigmatism.

These suited Audrey Hepburn because they made her look like, well, Audrey Hepburn. In a classic, tragic example of a modern fashion Pandora's Box, however, they will make you look absolutely ridiculous and unhealthy - unless your last name is Hepburn, in which case you should contact me.

This has been a public service announcement.


Death From Above on Sherbrooke street | Wednesday, June 27th, 2007

(gah! it was Sherbrooke, not de maisonneuve)

On my semi-regular walk from Westmount Square to the Plateau today, I was walking towards St-Laurent street just as the police were closing off a section of Sherbrooke. There was a small crowd gathered talking about what had happened.

Apparently, moments before I came by, a window-cleaning scaffolding cable broke off and a window cleaner fell to his death some 150+ feet down the Holiday Inn.

People were pretty shocked, though I didn't see the victim or an ambulance nearby as the police were cordoning off the area.

I always have trouble just going on my merry way when I come across something like this. I want to know exactly what happened, who the person was, which cleaning company, who's at fault, etc. Maybe I should've been a crime scene investigator instead. Like CSI, but without the retarded.

As I leave the area the police are taping off the far side and redirecting traffic away. Some guy in an Audi with an expensive sports suit and designer glasses is yelling at the cop for not letting him through.

I laugh to myself as I imagine him being 5 minutes late for his pedicure / bikini wax / heroin session, then I put my camera away, put my headphones back on, and keep on Imagining.


The cable broke while the platform was much higher. More photos after the jump.

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