- Pizza and beer
- Sleep
- Dim sum
- Pizza and beer
- Sleep
- Dim sum
- Pizza
It’s a tedious life.
Phones
I’ve been debating for a while as to whether I’m going to get me an iPhone.
I may be the only cool person I know who doesn’t have one. Seriously, if I am with awesome peeps most likely I am the only one in the room without the thumb candy and when people notice that I am scorned and that makes me sad.
Alas, I say, it is not my fault, for I would have bought one years ago but for the 3-year contract with Telus that doesn’t end until November of 2010! Forsooth, I am but a poor IT worker who cannot afford to pay Telus $20 per month for another two years just for the pleasure of not getting service from them, just so I can get an iPhone with expensive data plan from another carrier! Have pity on my practicality!
So my contract ends next month, but now Telus has iPhones too, or at least they have big signs that say they do but from what I hear you have to at least promise some rather kinky sexual favours in exchange for hints about when you’re to stand in line somewhere random to maybe get a phone someday if you say the magic word. So I’m not sure I want one anymore, since my 2007 phone still works and I don’t have to line up to use it.
Someone told me that Canada has the most expensive cell phone plan prices anywhere, though I dunno, Antarctica’s data plans could be worse, and I don’t know what their 3G coverage is.
I don’t even use my phone that much anyways. I hate talking on the phone. Texting on it’s a bitch because you have to sort of scroll through letters by repeatedly pressing on the numbers and given the lack of profundity in my words, it’s hardly worth the effort now is it?
But the cool people keep telling me that I can never be one of them unless I have an iPhone and can take hipstamatic photos of my shoes and tweet about where I’m currently taking a piss and be the mayor of somewhere unnecessary in foursquare. Ah yes, I see what I’ve been missing out on now.
Oh right, music
A friend asked me today what I was listening to, so here’s my answer. Well, part of my answer, a complete response would take too long and cut into my music appreciation time.
This is a Glaswegian band I might have heard about from the Frightened Rabbits twitter feed but I can’t be bothered to check. They’re indie rock but I hear almost a combination of prog rock and electronica, maybe a throwback to synthesized 80s anthems but not in a cheesy way at all. Their latest album “The Wants” just came out and I’m having a hard time listening to much else at the moment. If I could make out with an album, I would be applying the chapstick now.
I mentioned this band a month or so ago, and in the meantime they put out an EP which I can’t buy, not even online, because I live in the foreign country of Canada, so far away from Washington State where the band resides; but I can’t pirate their music either because nobody really knows about them yet. The lead singer, John Van Deusen, is somewhat of a musical prodigy, and probably isn’t old enough to drink, even. As for the selection below, I like the idea of a self-referential song that tells you to stop playing it and get a life, but in a non-insulting way.
Dark Dark Horse is this solo project that most of the internet hasn’t heard of either, and I don’t even know if you can get the album anywhere, but that’s not my fault. It’s definitely pop/electronica like The Postal Service or Halloween Alaska and has a nice groove to it.
I’ve barely unpacked yet, but there’s beer in the fridge and I blogged. Obviously I have my priorities sorted out.
Budgers
I forgot how much people budge in line in Vancouver. I was aware of it before, but it was “normal” and I was used to it and only found it annoying when I was screwed over for a seat on a bus or something. Now it seems incredibly rude and I can’t believe the nerve of these people, practically pushing me aside as they hustle onto the skytrain. It goes against the whole west coast relaxed attitude vibe we’re supposed to be faking, too.
So I got my apartment, and most of my stuff is in my apartment. Mom’s got two LCD monitors, a 42″ LCD TV and a kitchenaid mixer that she’s holding to ransom, but the joke’s on her, I can’t bake her cookies without that mixer. Ha ha! Oh wait.
My cat is acting totally out of it, which is weird because she acted less out of it at both bedrooms she was stuck in over the course of September, and now she’s back in a full apartment with familiar furniture so you’d think she’d be totally chill about the situation. Instead she’s been hiding under the bed for the last 48 hours, coming out just to poop. Though she did find an afternoon sunbeam to sit in today after her poop, so there’s hope.
The new job is going well in that I haven’t been fired yet. I spend most of the time feeling like a complete idiot and often wonder why the hell I signed up for a constant ego-pounding. But then I remember that I’m not on call or working overtime and I feel much better.
My father complained
that I haven’t written much lately, and of course this blog is all for his benefit, so to him I apologize.
The general problem with me in the past couple months is that I was pretty much all-consumed about the planning and execution of the changing jobs and moving back to Vancouver, but these weren’t things to talk about before they were official, so there was nothing left to say. I mean, I could’ve talked about my cat some more, but it’s not like much happens in her life either.
I’ve got an apartment sorted and am waiting to hear on a quote from the storage company about moving my furniture down here in early October, so I feel a bit better about life. I hate change and uncertainty. So much so that I’ve moved back to Marpole, to the chagrin of 95% of my friends who have all unfollowed me on Twitter because I am now completely uncool. But I took the apartment because the entranceway had swords and a crest built into the wall and a general medieval English hall theme (disregarding the anachronisms of the lightbulbs in the Ye Olde Times lanterns, not to mention the elevator) and I decided I had to live there for the irony. (Don’t worry, I will take pictures.) The apartment itself is pretty lame and nondescript, making the building foyer somewhat of a cocktease, really.
Just for kicks I paid off one of my student loans yesterday. I feel like I should get a certificate or some kind of fanfare. The lady on the phone from BC Student Loans did say congratulations so maybe that’s it. I guess they don’t need to be particularly friendly since they hardly get repeat customers.
I hope Dad is satisfied with the contents of this posting, but I’ll find out soon anyways since I’m crashing at his house.
Back in Vancouver
Fuck, does it ever stop raining here?
…
Okay, I know I’ve been saying for months how much I missed the rain, but I didn’t miss this much of it. It’s been pissing down for over 5 hours, which is about 4 hours and 30 minutes longer than what I’ve been used to in Kelowna.
But, um, yay, I’m back. I’d be excited if I weren’t so exhausted. Good thing I have the next week off before I start my new job; I may just sleep through all of it.