(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:
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.
(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.
I'm sick. :sick:
Save the date: Wednesday June 13th at 6pm - yup, that's tomorrow evening! - is the last Noches De Poesia monthly get-together until after the summer season.
Civilization is tidy. We like to keep things clean, organized, secure, predictable. We're taught to seek comfort for ourselves and our loved ones, whether it's on the couch watching '24' or in our SUV on the way to the supermarket. Law and Order, though often villified by the same society they protect, are credited with helping maintain this false appearance of normality.
Well, spring cleaning / renovations paid off. I sold off lots of cool stuff, but still have a couple things left looking for a happy new home! I always try to sell my stuff in this order: Friends -> Blog -> Craigslist -> eBay.
12" Apple Powerbook: SOLD!Â
AMD 2600+ Desktop:
+ Antec Power Supply + Piano Black Tower. (Some scratches on the tower, and rubber feet missing) AMD Athlon XP 2600+ 2.00 Ghz processor, 1 GB of RAM, 2 Western Digital Hard Drives: 1 80gb and 1 40 Gb = 120Gb total, Nvidia Geforce 6600 video card with TV / DVI / VGA out, DVD-ROM/CD-RW, Front USB ports, rear USB, PS2, firewire, SPDIF, 5.1 speaker, headphone, microphone out ports. Gigabit ethernet.
"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."