Archive for January, 2006

Jan
Mon
30
peechie

So, we all have these stories, right? That early on “the night everything went horribly wrong” date. The date that either signifies the beginning of the end, or turns into one of those stories that everyone laughs about a few years down the road.

Please tell me everyone has those stories!

Because (another) one of those stories happened to me on Friday night.

It was our fourth date, and oh boy did it turn into a doozie.

The problem with me is, nearly everyone gets a second chance. You can do something really stupid on a date with me, and if I think you’re generally OK and pretty attractive, I’ll let you get away with it, as long as it doesn’t happen again.

Since I haven’t seen him since Friday night, I don’t yet know if that date was the death knell, or the “there is nothing embarrassing left to happen” moment. Kinda like the first time you fart in front of your new mate. Except, worse. And no, I was not the one behaving badly.

As much as I’d love to spill the details, I have no idea whether to frame this in a “funny, ha ha” way or a “funny, I’M GOING TO BE ALONE FOREVER” way.

Once I know whether or not he’s going to suitably impress me and turn things around, I’ll let the story loose.

Until then, how about you comment, and entertain me (and everyone else) with those “funny, ha ha” early relationship stories I’m sincerely hoping we all have…

Jan
Fri
27
peechie



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Originally uploaded by peechie.

I went to see Coldplay’s first of two shows at GM Place last night. To say I was disappointed is an understatement.

I’m trying not to be a concert snob about the whole thing, but I see a lot of concerts, and I know pretty well what most venues in town are capable of offering in terms of an enjoyable experience. And Coldplay could’ve done a whole lot better than they did. I daresay, I could’ve produced a better show myself.

First off, the sound was terrible. I’ve heard opening bands sound clearer in that venue. I can give some leniency on that one, because a concrete arena is never a great place for acoustics. But even putting that aside, Chris Martin’s vocals were obviously flat, and his piano was obviously sharp. Also, a huge strength of Coldplay’s music is the amazing instrumental nuances they weave through the tunes. Unfortunately, banging and thrashing those out as hard as possible, in a giant concrete tomb, means all we can hear is BRRRRRRRRRRRRR as the noise reverberates and echos off all available surfaces.

Ok, so maybe I was expecting too much in the way of musical genious from an arena show. So instead I’ll focus on the stage presence and showmanship. I can sum that up in two words: HALF ASSED. They could’ve done so much more than they did with the light/graphic setup they had. Examples:

-The show started with their LCD screen being lit up bright white, and a digital clock counting down the seconds. The song peaked (can’t recall which tune they started with - not Clocks), some blinky light stuff happened, the clock started counting up. After that first song, we never saw the clock again. What was the point?

-During the song Yellow, they dropped about a dozen giant yellow balloons on to the crowd, which were filled with gold sparkles, so they looked kinda cool when they popped. But it would’ve looked SO much better if the room was full of say, yellow light. Instead of basic white (which comprised about 85% of the show lighting, just white lights, up)

-There were a couple light-up squares on the front projection of the stage. They were used twice. Why not light up the whole thing? Why not use them more?

-Chris Martin’s piano was a black upright, with three small neon green lights on the side. Light that whole mofo up! Take a page from Elton and make it a bright red grand piano! Make fireworks shoot out the top of it or something!

-It did not help that the entire band was wearing black shirts and pants, with white shoes. They completely blended into their stage/set. And while I’m not going to pass judgement on the white shoes, I will say that I don’t totally disagree with my friend Jay’s sentiment that “White shoes are for two kinds of people: Nurses, and Mental Patients.”

-Speaking of the set… it was dark. Black everything, and one curved video screen at the back. No height was used, and the video displays, while neat, were nothing I haven’t seen at every concert I’ve been to since 1996. Not what I’d expect from a band that I’ve heard compared to U2 in energy and showmanship.

-There was ONE cool light effect during the whole show. That was when they put a rainbow refraction effect over the whole crowd, and had the album art from X&Y running across the LCD screen. I enjoyed that. What I did NOT enjoy, was the fact they did that during Clocks, which is one of their hits, but not from the X&Y Album! A great opportunity to solidify the show, totally wasted.

I could go on and pick the rest of the show apart, but I think you get the gist.

Bottom line, there was not only nothing impressive, but there was no theme or continuity to their stage show, which is absolutely essential in a stadium show, where the artist wants to reach the person in the top row at the very back, just as much as the person front row centre.

I’d love to see Coldplay in a small venue, but in terms of stadium shows, I’d say they’ve got a lot to learn before I’ll ever pay stadium show prices to see them again.

Posted in Schoolin'
Jan
Thu
26
peechie

With the exception of the first few weeks of excessive partying and blissful freedom after graduating from University, I always knew I wanted to go back. I am a nerd. A nerd for learnin’. And if that’s wrong, baby I don’t wanna be right!

The question then was, what to do? And here I give you a glimpse into my brain’s process of elimination:

Option 1: MA Communication Studies, focusing on either Mobile Telelphony, Telecom/Cable Convergence & Policy, or Blogs.

Question: Do I want a job of some sort that doesn’t involve pursuing a PhD and inflicting my knowledge on others when I finish? Yes. Fail. (I know that no degree is a guarantee of post-graduation employment, but some have far better prospects than others.)

Option 1: nixed.
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Option 2: MoT MBA.

Question: Do I want a job of some sort when I finish? Yes. Pass.

Question: Do I want to write the GMAT? I have accepted my inability to do math beyond a 4th grade level (you think I’m kidding…). So no. Fail.

Option 2: nixed
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Option 3: Law School (specializing in intellectual property)

Question: Do I want a job of some sort when I finish? Yes. Pass.

Question: Do I think I can do well on the LSAT? Yes. Pass.

Question: Have I been thinking about Law School, off and on, since I was 10 years old? Yes.
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So it’s pretty much settled. Or as settled as these things can be when there are still many hoops to jump through before the plan becomes a reality. And even then, things aren’t guaranteed.

But for now, much of that free time I don’t actually have between now and June 12th will be spent with my nose buried in this.

Wish me luck.

Posted in Random Stuff
Jan
Wed
25
peechie

An email exchange:

From: Gill
To: Jen
Subject: news article of note
Hey,
In case you were going to get nervous doing that Northern Voice talk, here’s some advice:
http://www.newscientist.com/channel/sex/mg18925365.500
-gill
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From: Jen
To: Gill
Awesome! That’s totally the kind of science I can get behind. Or underneath. Or on top of. Or…
I’ll stop now.
-Jen
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From: Gill
To: Jen
I’d like to spoon that science.
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From: Jen
To: Gill
I’m totally blogging that.

Jan
Tue
24
peechie

Dear Internets,

I am tired. TIRED. This whole “having a life thing,” well I just don’t know how people do it.

I get up early in the mornings, earlier than I need to for work, because it’s the only time of day I have left to do things like laundry, and empty the dishwasher, and clean the bathroom, and try to clean the layers of dust off of everything.

Then I go to work all day. Somebody’s gotta bring home the bacon around here!

After I finish working most days I go to the gym. I’m going more often than not now, since there are rumours going around that I have an ass worthy of adoration, and I’d hate to let it go to hell and start disappointing people!

And once that’s all done, I still have to go to Yoga, and see Friends, and practice Rowing, and continue to torture myself with Dating.

I am assuming that somewhere in there I am also eating and sleeping, because I am not dead yet, just tired.

So, I have assembled a list things that need to change ’round these parts:

1. I need a houseboy. I am not that messy, but I need someone who will do things like dust and vacuum and scrub the toilet. He should also do laundry, and will not turn my whites pink, or shrink my good sweaters. Bonus points if he can also give pedicures.

2. I need a chef. I will consider someone who can be a chef-slash-houseboy. This person should ensure that my cupboards are always stocked with a lot of stuff that’s good for me, and a little of the stuff that isn’t, but I like to eat anyway. I don’t need a lot of fuss for breakfast… some juice, coffee, and maybe toast. However I do expect an interesting and convenient lunch to be packed and ready for me to take to work, and a balanced meal ready for me when I get home.

3. I’d like a chauffeur. I do not like taking transit, but I do miss the time I had while on transit to read and plan my day, instead of watching the road and cursing other drivers. I have no desire to return to riding the peasant wagons with the unwashed masses, but I think having a man and a car at my beck and call would be a nice compromise between the two.

4. I am seriously contemplating changing my entire social strategy, and will start holding court. Instead of jetting off to various and sundry locations to see people, I’ll just post notices that I’m holding court on X date at Y time, and my adoring public can come to me for a change. This would also be a nice time for Chef to practice his h’ors d’oeuvres, and for Houseboy to fan me with palm leaves and feed me grapes. Also, since I live a whole 25 minute transit trip out of the metropolitan city limits, I could send Driver to shuttle my people to and fro.

5. And after all this, wouldn’t having a Prince Charming to round out the package, and eliminate the dating thing be nice? I think so. And (shh! don’t tell anyone! I don’t wanna jinx it!) I may have actually found one…

Posted in Random Stuff
Jan
Tue
24
peechie

I just wanted to inform everyone that the sock monster has been definitively cleared of any wrongdoing regarding the sudden disappearance of multiple socks.

The actual culprit is my gym bag.

Ew.

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Jan
Mon
23
peechie

It’s time to bring a bit of the ridiculousness back into the Ridiculously High Standards methinks.

So this time, I say that I really enjoy dating men who have good jobs. What entails “good” though? I’m glad you asked! It means their job title and description are rife with things that can sound very dirty even though they aren’t, thus enabling me to gossip euphemistically (is that even a word? it is now!) about them with my girlfriends.

For example:

Lawyer: Did he go over your briefs in great detail?

Plumber: Did he clean your pipes?

Mechanic: Did he lube the engine? Pistons firing in perfect rhythm?

Police Officer: Did he handcuff you? Give you the pat-down?

Computer Nerd of any persuasion: Did he double click your mouse? How does he handle his joystick?

But I must say, my absolute favourite is the heroic fire fighter. I’ve recently gone on a few dates with one, and here are a few phrases that have come up:

How’s his fire hose?

Did he put out your 3-alarm blaze?

How long is the ladder, and how long does the ladder stay up?

Did he do you like the firehall dalmation?

Did he have you wailing like a siren?

And, my personal favourite…

Did he rescue your kitten?

What can I say. My friends are dirty, dirty birds. Anyone wanna take a shot at outdoing them - on the firefighter, or anything else? Comment with your own creative occupational hazard…

Posted in Puck Bunny
Jan
Sun
22
peechie

In their last Vancouver matchup for the next three years (fuck you very much, New NHL), I watched the Vancouver Canucks completely embarrass the Montreal Canadiens.

It was definitely great to see my boys in blue take down the Habs, and yet, at the same time my heart was breaking.

You see, I am of the opinion that Jose Theodore is hands down the hottest thing on hockey skates. My seats were directly behind the Canucks net, 9th row, right above where the Zambonis come out.

I was waiting in giddy, girlish anticipation for the 2nd period, where I’d have an unobstructed view of #60 dousing his strong jaw, big brown eyes, shaggy rockstar hair with a strong spray of water from his water bottle, slowly shaking it off…..

But I digress.

After letting in 5 goals in the first 15 minutes of play, Theodore was yanked from the game. Backup goalie Huet was in his place. And my dreams died.

So, Canucks? While I’d love to see you dominate every other team in the NHL like this, next time Theodore makes his way to town, can I please just have a moment with him, before you embarrass him into oblivion? Thanks.

Posted in Memerific
Jan
Thu
19
peechie

Aye Carumba! I’ve been tagged!

Four jobs you have had in your life:

1. McChick
2. Purveyor of Incorrect Directions
3. Corporate Whore
4. Student (aka Professional Slacker)

Four movies you would watch over and over again:

1. Natural Born Killers
2. Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
3. The Sound of Music
4. Top Gun

Four places you have lived:

1. Hope, BC
2. Pitt Meadows, BC
3. Abbotsford, BC
4. Burnaby, BC

Four T.V. shows you love to watch:

1. Nip/Tuck
2. House
3. The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
4. Grey’s Anatomy

Four places you have been on vacation:

1. Seattle, Washington
2. Calgary, Alberta
3. Edmonton, Alberta
4. Prince George, British Columbia

Four web-sites I visit daily:

1. Bloglines
2. Live Journal
3. lowbrow.com
4. vancouver.craigslist.org

Four of my favorite foods:

1. Fois Gras
2. American Taco Bell
3. Brie
4. Everything But The…

Four places I’d rather be right now:

1. Somewhere Sunny
2. Sleeping
3. Shopping
4. Spain

Four bloggers I am tagging:

1. Kyndra
2. Mel
3. Jen
4. Richard

Jan
Wed
18
peechie

Remember the Drop Off phenomenon from a little while ago? I’ve recently solved two more drop off mysteries.

Let this be a lesson to you, men! If you adopt the “drop off” method, odds seem to be that you’ll eventually be found out, and instead of looking like a socially-retarded dork, you’ll come off as a complete asshole. Read on for examples… (more…)

Posted in Oot & Aboot
Jan
Tue
17
peechie

Alternate title, My weekend in a nutshell…

RULES:

Each bar is a hole on the pub golf course. You must order the drink indicated on the scorecard. Each sip counts as 1 golf stroke. Max No. of strokes/hole = 2x par.

Players placed in teams of 4. Player with worst score at 1st hole will keep scores of the rest of their foursome for the remaining holes.

Players MUST wear appropriate golf wear (ie. No jeans, collared shirt, golf glove). Fine of $10 for inappropriate clothing.

Rowdy, rude and outrageous behaviour is encouraged. Should any player be kicked out of a bar along the way, he or she will record an automatic score of 0 for that hole (congratulations!).

If a player throws up, he or she must yell “FORE!” prior to blowing chunks, or else be further penalized by scoring 2x par on that hole.

If a player is unable to finish all 18 holes, he or she must do the honourable thing and buy out by donating $20 to the community fund. After his or her contribution, the player will receive a hug from all remaining players and be placed gently in a cab.

HAZARDS:
Water - No player may go to the washroom at this hole. Violation = $10 fine.
Sand - Player may only drink with non-glove hand. Violaion = $10 fine.
Tree - All players must finish their drinks within 5 minutes of the first person to finish. Violation = 2x par.

RESULTS:
The winner of pub golf (the golfer with the lowest score, of course) will receive the respect and admiration of all fellow golfers, and a hearty pat on the back, with best wishes, and a challenge to defend his/her title on the next round.

Jan
Mon
16
peechie

A few friends have tried to set me up with other single people they know, because there’s nothing people in monogamous relationships like to do more than live vicariously through meddling in the lives of their single friends. Not that I’m complaining (yet), but it does lead to some interesting pairings, based solely on the fact that we are quite possibly the last two people that these couples know who are single, and attracted to the gender that other person happens to be.

To illustrate, a conversation happened the other day that made me stop and wonder… is this really what it’s come down to? Is this what’s left? Do I need to start navigating the “best of the rest” in terms of guys who are still single?

Friend: We should really set you up with [random guy]. Here’s a picture..
Self: Hey, he’s pretty cute!
Friend: Yah, and he’s super nice, and really charismatic
Self: Sounds like my type already
Friend: Except he lives in Kamloops
Self: Uh, that’s not really ideal…
Friend: Well, he doesn’t plan on living there forever, he’s thinking of moving down this way..
Self: I suppose if that’s the plan, it wouldn’t hurt to meet him next time he’s down here.
Friend: Awesome! We’ll try to get him down in February for [husband’s] birthday.
Self: Good idea!
Friend: Oh, one other thing, you should know that he’s got OCD.
Self: You mean he’s just a little quirky and alphabetizes his sock drawer? Or you mean like, medicated and crazy like “Jack Nicholson in As Good as it Gets“?
Friend: Actively medicated and in therapy. But despite that he lived and worked in South America for a number of years, and it’s never affected his ability to do his job or have an otherwise normal life!
Self: Well, I suppose I’d rather be with someone who’s got a diagnosed and treatable medical condition than someone who thinks they’re fine, but actually suffers from General Asshattery Disorder, like so many of the guys I’ve dated lately.
**pause**
Self: This is what it’s come down to, isn’t it?
Friend: You may have a point…
Self: Siamese, or Tabby?

Jan
Fri
13
peechie

Via Popgadget, a glimpse into my future…

Oh, and for the record, I’m not eschewing men for felines.

Yet…

Jan
Thu
12
peechie

Dating is hard. There, I said it.

I love being single, the potential of a new adventure with an as-yet-unmet Prince Charming, the freedom of painting the town and shamelessly flirting without remorse, and ultimately not having to think of the well-being of anyone but myself at the end of my day.

I do not so much love the loneliness when I could really use a shoulder to cry on or someone to snuggle with, the lack of meaningful date for any number of weddings and hallmark holidays, or (heaven forbid) the bit of longing I feel when I’d actually welcome someone else to consider at the end of my day.

And so, I date. And, as you can see from my Ridiculously High Standards it does not always go so well. I’ve tried all sorts of avenues for finding potential mates. Meeting men in bars, at extracurricular activities, at work, setups by friends, and on any number of online dating websites.

One place I haven’t met any dates yet though, is through this blog. I didn’t really think about it until I read a great piece by Al3x (via Richard), regarding blog-dating.

In my eyes, telling a blogger “hey, I love what you write every day, and you look kinda cute in that 200×100 pixel photo on your site” seems a lot less shallow than picking up a random attractive stranger at a bar. A blog date starts from mutual intellectual respect, and that’s a healthy thing.

Go forth, then, and mack. The only thing you have to lose are your TrackBacks.

You know Alex, I agree completely.

And really, all of this is a lead-up to say that while I may not have had any success finding dates via my blog, what I write about them afterward seems to be popular. So if you enjoy reading about my escapades, and would like to see me speak and/or pick my brain a bit about dating, blogging & the interactions and implications thereof, you may want to sashay your way over to the Northern Voice site and register for the conference on February 10th & 11th.

I’ll be participating in a panel on “Blogs and the Bedroom: Blogging and Relationships” as the token “single blogger” with the likes of Maryam Scoble (wife of megablogger Robert Scoble), blogging betrothed Chris Pirillo and Latthana ‘Ponzi’ Indharasophang, and married bloggers Ted & Julie Leung (and if any of these names, links, or statuses are incorrect, please email me!).

Of course, the entire conference was a blast last year (and really the kick in the pants I needed to take my site to the place it is today), and I recommend you go anyway. But if I’m the inspiration you need to make the committment to go, then so be it. And if I’m that kind of inspiration for you to go, don’t forget to ask me for a drink afterward!

Jan
Thu
12
peechie

Thank you all! We’ve just hit the 50-delurked commentors mark (the “comments” count is a tad misleading, since it also counts trackbacks), so your Very Special Entry is coming up tomorrow (er… later today… I can’t sleep…)!

Stay tuned….