Mini pop cans

I've never understood those new-ish tiny pop cans. Sure, I know the purpose is so kids don't drink an entire can of pop, but they really seem pointless to me.
The only purpose I think they could serve is for drinks. You don't need a whole can of Coke for a rye and Coke. But they'd be even more handy if they made mini cans of club soda or tonic, but they don't.
I'm on a gin and tonic kick these days, must be those British genes kicking in. And I was strolling the pop isle today and thought hey, mini cans of tonic would be fantastic, but couldn't find them, I couldn't even find regular size cans. So here I am with a 2L bottle of tonic, that I won't finish and will end up down my drain.
I know, life is tough.

Old School

It's safe to say I'm pretty old school. Thought that is a funny thing to post on a blog, which is decidedly not old school, I'm pretty sure it's true.
And as much I enjoy technolgy and all the gadgets that come with it, in many ways I like the old stuff better.
I love my iPod, it's small and convenient and means I don't have to travel with a huge stack of CDs, but I prefer my CDs. Actually given the choice I choose vinyl, but well, it's hard to come by and I no longer have a turntable.
I read the news online, but would rather have a newspaper or magazine, I like flipping the pages and marking them up and in a dorky way there's nothing better than being covered in black ink, because it means I really read the paper.
I email, but truly miss writing letters -- though the people I would send letters to prefer my emails because it means they don't have to read my handwriting. I despise text messaging, maybe because I'm bad at it, but mostly because I hate not using full words, sentances and punctuation.
I use messenger because it saves on long-distance bills, but I like the phone or hell, a conversation in person (preferably over beer or coffee).
I get a strange 'man I'm old' feeling whenever I hear about how everything in schools has become computerized, and a part of me misses the days of chalkboards and dusty brushes. Even though it was easier on my terrible eyes when my school installed white boards.
Maybe this is all a sign that I'm more sentimentatl than I like to admit, and it totally means that when I'm actually old I'll be one of those people who says 'back in my day...'

Vacation notes

Apologies for not posting sooner, but the world is blowing up and I've been busy.
I thought my whirlwind vacation would be exhausting and I would return to Medicine Hat worse off than I left. Thankfully I was wrong.
I finally attended my last wedding of the summer, the first of my close friends was married in Banff and gave me the first opportunity to tel embarassing stories. All and all a good time.
I made a brief visit to my folks in Kelowna, where it is very hot, but the wine is good and I was able to swim in a friend's pool (thanks Blake).
The highlight of the vacation had to be Toronto, where I was able to revisit my old stompin' and drinkin' grounds. Here is a quick list of entertaining stories.
Best story I heard:
A gay friend of mine was walking home from a date with his arm around his date when they walked by a pimp with a hooker. The pimp said to my friend "Are you guys gay fo' real?" the answer, "yes." The pimp then said, "you wanna buy some crack?"
Requisite crazy person on the TTC:
Some random Polish guy dissed my taste in music, told me I needed to relax and accused me of calling him stupid. Thankfully a fellow passenger saved me by offering me a seat beside her. And Westerners think Torontonians are rude.
Friendly homeless guy:
I had a homeless guy give me a very nice compliment as I walked down Bloor, "Hi beautiful, you're looking nice today. I like your toenails" (toenails were bright turquoise)
For Andrew:
Go see Miami Vice, it rocks.