Monday, November 28, 2005

I get paid for this?

I'm off to Chicago, LA, Vancouver and Oregon.

Check this place out!!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

This made me snort

This is worth saving for eternity...

You know you're a Montrealer when:

You pronounce it "Muntreal", not "Mahntreal".

You have ever said anything like "I have to stop at the guichet before we get to the dep."

Your only concern about jaywalking is getting a ticket.

You understand and frequently use terms like 'unilingual,' 'anglophone,' 'francophone,' and 'allophone.'

You agree that Montreal drivers are crazy, but you're secretly proud of their nerves of steel.

You have to bring smoked meat from Schwartz's and bagels from St-Viateur if you're visiting anyone west of Cornwall.

You refer to Tremblant as "up North."

You know how to pronounce Pie IX.

You have an ancient auntie who still says "Saint Dennis."

You believe to the depth of your very being that Toronto has no soul - but your high school reunion is held in Toronto because most of your classmates live there now.

You greet everyone, from lifelong bosom friends to some one you met
once a few years ago, with a two-cheek kiss.

You know at least one person who used to work for Nortel.

You're not impressed with hardwood floors.

You've been hearing Celine Dion jokes longer than anyone else.

You can watch soft-core porn on broadcast TV, and this has been true for at least 25 years.

You cringe when Bob Cole pronounces French hockey player names.

You get Bowser & Blue.

You were drinking cafe-au-lait before it was latte.

You order fries 'with sauce', not 'with gravy'.

Shopper's Drug Mart is Pharmaprix and Staples is Bureau en Gros, and PFK is finger lickin' good.

You really believe Just For Laughs is an international festival.

For two weeks a year, you are a jazz afficianado.

You need to be reminded by prominent signage that you should wait for the green light.

Everyone on the street - drivers, pedestrians, and cyclists - think
they're immortal, and that you'll move first.

You're proud that Montreal is the home of Pierre Trudeau, Mordechai Richler, William Shatner, Leonard Cohen and the Great Antonio...and, you consider Donald Sutherland (and by default, Keifer), Guy Lafleur, Charlie Biddle, and Roch Carrier Montrealers, too.

You know that Rocket Richard had nothing to do with astrophysics.

You've seen Brother Andre's heart.

No matter how bilingual you are, you still don't understand "ile aux
tourtes."

You know the difference between the SQ, the SAQ, and the SAAQ.

You measure temperature and distance in metric, but weight and height in Imperial measure.

You show up at a party at 11 p.m. and no one else is there yet.

April Wine once played your high school (alternatively, Sass Jordon or Gowan).

You know that Montreal is responsible for introducing the following to North America: bagels, souvlaki, smoked meat and Supertramp. Also, Chris de Burgh.

You don't drink pop or soda, you drink soft drinks.

You have graduated from high school and have a degree, but you've never been in grade 12.

The margarine in your fridge is the same colour as lard.

Every once in a while, you wonder whatever happened to Luba.

You never thought that Corey Hart was cool, but you know someone whose cousin or something dated him.

There has to be at least 30cm of snow on the ground in less than 24 hours for you to consider it too snowy to drive.

You remember where you were during the Ice Storm.

You used to be an Expos fan, but now all you really miss is Youppi.

You're a Habs fan; always was, always will be...

You know that your city's reputation for beautiful women is based on centuries-old couplings between French soldiers and royally-commissioned whores (aka Les Filles du Roi).

You don't understand anyone from Lac-St-Jean, but you can fake the accent.

You've been to the Tam Tams, and know they have nothing to do with wee Scottish hats.

You discuss potholes like most people discuss weather.

You encounter bilingual homeless people.

While watching an American made-for-TV movie, you realize that "Vienna" is actually Old Montreal, that "New York" is actually downtown and that the "The Futuristic City" is actually Habitat '67.

You find it amusing when people from outside Quebec compliment you on how good your English is.

You have yet to understand a single announcement made on the Metro PA system, no matter what the language.

You don't find American comedians speaking "gibberish" French even remotely funny.

You don't find it weird that there's a strip club on every corner downtown.

You like your pizza all-dressed.

Cosmos for breakfast on sundays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You hate Montréal Italians! But realize St Leonard Italians are worse than LaSalle Italians.


Monday, November 21, 2005


I went to see my niece swim at my old high school. Imagine my surprise when I came across this mockup. Needless to say, it's not quite accurate. Where are all the tough kids smoking pot?

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Latest travel pics


Singapore is OK!

Even in Singapore, you can't get away from good ol' canadian 2 for 1.

Did someone say fish head soup??!!

Hanoi, Vietnam is beautiful





Hauptbahnhoff, Vienna

quaint little dorf beside the train tracks

Montreal, they still use these!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Flashback

I found myself on the train from Vienna to Graz, sitting on the train (in the smoking car no less) sitting next to someone who turned out to be Emanuel Pogatetz. Allegedly famous, according to my soccer playing cousin. Nice guy but smoked like a chimney.

You never know who you're going to meet while traveling!

Yes, I've been ignoring you...

Well, not so much ignoring as being too busy for anything. Between travelling insane amounts of time for work and the never ending story of my little ISP ... there really hasn't been any me time lately.

At some point soon, i will post a bunch of pics from my latest travels ... but for now, this measly post will have to suffice.

O, Draconian Devil
O, Lame Saint

Good night.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Onda Road

Presently in Newark...then off to London (ontario unfortunately) ...

No rest for the wicked!

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Cuba Libre


Havana ... still beautiful, still surreal