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Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
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8:44 pm - just a day
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At the subway, I saw an advertisement for a store, which stated that the store sold "more burgers than this subway has stops," then listed the number of different types of burgers they sold. Since the train hadn't arrived yet, I took the time to count the number of stops on the map. The subway line, in fact, has one more stop than the number of burgers the store sells. So I think someone screwed up on that marketing campaign.
It seems like the people who start posting on Twitter slowly disappear. I wonder where they go.
It's gotten rather difficult to find anything on the internet recently. Why does everyone continue to trust Google: their searching system does not seem to function right anymore.
Oh, hey, happy Cananda Day everyone!
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| Friday, June 26th, 2009
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12:19 am - I mean, really, why the hell not.
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So I hear Michael Jackson is dead. Just like to take this opportunity to declare myself the new Michael Jackson. We've got the same first name; I'm halfway there, right! I've even got the glove thing going!
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| Friday, June 19th, 2009
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5:33 am - Beautiful Friday
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What I love about living where I live, is that I can long board around downtown Toronto wishing people a message I saw tagged near where I live. And some people think it's funny, and some people think I'm begging for change, and some people wish it back to me, and some people just think it's applicable because they're having a party.
It's a great line. I'm going to put it on a freaking T-shirt.
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| Thursday, June 11th, 2009
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4:30 pm - technology
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All of my technology is failing. Frankly, I don't know how much of it I care to replace/repair/resurrect.
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| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
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2:08 am
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Lasterday I saw an old asian man wearing a jacket that had the number thirteen on one side, and thirty seven on the other. Does that mean leet-speak is no longer cool? I hope so.
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| Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
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9:39 pm
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Q: Did you get that thing I sent you?
A: Don't think we have. May want to send again, or not: not a big issue, everything's just fine without it.
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| Saturday, May 9th, 2009
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3:23 pm - Dann Little
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Dann Little was a bus driver in Toronto. During his route, he stopped the car, got out, briefly participated in a protest, and then resumed his route. For that, he was fired from his job, after recieving two complaints.
And I don't think that's right. I don't think you should be removed from work simply for participating in a protest. Yes, he was on his job at the time, but I don't think protesting should be illegal while working. From my understanding, the bus was only stopped for a few brief minutes, and everyone still got where they were going; there was not an uproar about it. Nor should their be: in the Toronto Board Meet 2008, we purposefully let one tram go by, then held another tram in place for a few minutes, and there were no complains about that. Of course not, nobody really cares if it takes five minutes longer to get someplace. It shouldn't matter if it's two hundred people stopping a tram car, or just one person stopping a bus, no one deserves to be punished for it. Especially when they're doing it for a protest. No one deserves to be punished for protesting.
The Toronto Transit Commission originally stated Dann Little was only suspended from duty, and would be able to resume his job. But then, all the way back now on April 17th, despite what they had said to the papers, they fired Dann Little from his job permanently. And that night, Dann Little killed himself. He participated in a protest for which he lost his job, and because of that, he died.
No one deserves to die for protesting. It doesn't matter that what he was protesting was that we should club baby seals [his protest consisted of clubbing a stuffed seal toy a group of anti-sealing protestors were using, before running back to his bus], he should have the right to make it. He should not have to die to make a protest.
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| Saturday, April 25th, 2009
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2:07 pm - Fashion
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I have to say: my favourite thing about living in Toronto is getting to walk around the city looking fashionable. It's great! You get some exercise, first of all. Get to see what's happening in the city. And it's honestly flattering to have people check me out.
It's like having a whole conversation, without saying anything. It's like your clothes are a book, and when someone runs their eyes over you, they're reading you. And what parts you let them see, and how you fit your clothes, are like the pages of the book they read.
On the crowded subway, only inches of room next to the doors: crushed next to a security officer in blue, and someone who looked to be part of a gang in a red hoodie. Our eyes over each other. The guy in red is cute, and it's like we're flirting with each other. I feel like I could commence a deal right there, on the subway, standing next to security; without words, only through discussion of our clothes. But then I realized I was only carrying five dollars, and then the guy in the red hoodie got off at the next stop.
I'm going much further north. Move deeper into the car. A man gives up his seat to an old woman in a purple-and-grey speckled coat. Further north, and the train empties enough that I take the seat next to her. Discussion between us, but she understands what's happening in a much higher level than the person in the red hoodie. Pages fluttering by each minute. Our eyes meet and communicate in the opaque reflection on a plastic pane next to the train doors. No words, but she's so deliberate in every movement; everything is communication. And I get off at my stop.
And that's about where my fashion style comes from: it's based off drugs and old people. Hey, old people are cool! Cooler than you. I hope I get to be a cool old person.
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| Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
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10:32 am - Birthday
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| Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
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12:22 am - Star Power
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I got Pokemon Platinum for my birthday. Played it. Immediately addicted; stayed up half the night.
Instantly, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. I haven't played the past couple of Pokemon games, and from the moment I turned it on, it's as if the game was saying to me "Oh, there you are. Welcome back." The very first moment, when you power it on, and the Pokemon logo is displayed through a flurry of sparks, which leave the screen showing only the name "Pokemon." It's like right from the start, they're saying "we polished this up so much, you can hardly read the name, but once the dazzle wears off, you'll see that it's it's exactly what it is." This isn't Pokemon: the Next Generation, or Pokemon: the Spin-off. It's. Just. Pokemon.
In Your Friend's house, is a scroll that says something like:
"Basic rules:
1: Press X to open the menu
2: Save often"
And if your own house, is a scroll that says something like:
"Basic rules:
1: Press X to open the menu"
And it occures to me that, if this was not a video game, and we didn't have to press a button to see what's in our backpacks, that the scroll would simply be blank. Because there are no rules to this game. You are a Pokemon Trainer. You train Pokemon. You don't have to fight all the trainers, or get all the badges, or race to the credits screen. You just train Pokemon. Forget Oblivion; Fallout 3; exploration games. Forget Final Fantasy; forget 120 hours to complete the game. Forget goals in the game beyond what you set for yourself. Because what this is: this is Open Gaming.
I could go on and about the graphical updates--it looks so good, like a super-high quality SNES game; better than what the SNES could do. For someone who played the original Pokemons on the Gameboy while also playing games on the SNES, finally seeing Pokemon look like a SNES game. . .it's the ultimate nostalgia. It's like what I imagined the ideal Pokemon game would look like when I first played Pokemon.
I've only just gotten the first gym badge, but I can tell already that a huge amount of technical work has been done behind the scenes. Everything looks great. Everything works great. They even got the touch screen thing set up right: the more I play, the more I notice I can use the touch screen. You can almost play the game one-handed--like in Lufia II; maybe you don't need the X button. But they didn't force it on the game; as if all that razzle-dazzle is just the result of all that technical work. But this isn't Pokemon: with Improved Graphics, or Pokemon: Now With a New Hat. It's just Pokemon.
So if you've got a Pokemon ROMset, and you don't know which Pokemon game to play; Red, Fire Red, Ruby, Mystery Dungeon; play Platinum. This is the one to play when you want to play Pokemon. This is the Pokemon game. This is Pokemon: Platinum. This is what a platinum hit means.
. . .I've got to play it more now. I wonder. . .if this game could be better than Zelda: Ocarina or Time. Could it be The Best Game? . . .Could this be The Perfect Game?
And, hey, if you've been sitting there wonder how Nintendo sees the Wii and the DS working together, or what their model for online gaming is. Or if you've been feeling that Nintendo has forgotten about you, then this is the game that's going to make that all clear up. It takes a year or two to make a game. They put all their skills into making the DS, and the Wii, and then it took this long for their next creations to be made, and now here's The New Thing. You didn't think Nintendo just wanted to take your money and run, did you? You didn't give up on them, did you? I never did! The Wii was codenamed Revolution. But that's just a codename. The codename doesn't mean the console, it means the idea.
Nintendo is the Revolution.
Nintendo is The Revolution.
Nintendo is The Revolution!
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