Memethinger.
This is the post where I commented on someone else's post just like it and freaky_eggplant gave me five things that remind her of me (and now I'm supposed to write a bit about them) and if you want you can comment on this one and I'll give you five things that remind me of you (and you're supposed to make a post where you write about them). Whew.
Her things that reminded her of me were:
Montreal (obv)
I never made a goodbye post for Montreal, and I feel like that's a big hole in my LJ. I'm pretty sure that at some point, the homesickness is going to start to kick in for it, but it hasn't just yet. I see the pictures of the place on the Spacing Montreal blog and there's a little ping of sadness for it, but nothing major just yet. (Strangely, even though it's been 10 years or so since I lived in Ottawa, I missed Ottawa big time on Thursday last week while seeing Parliament Hill 20,000 different ways during the Obamathon on Newsworld/Newsnet and so forth.)
One thing about Montreal (and about Ottawa and a bunch of other places, but we'll go with Montreal for now) that I find myself really missing is that when it comes to hockey, there's no true home team here. I'd say it goes about 30% Canucks, 30% Oilers, 20% Flames and 20% others. And this frustrates me! I miss the fun of going out to a bar and watching a game where everyone is cheering for the same team, and hanging on every goal - whether I was in Montreal or Ottawa.
I think Hiedi thinks I feel resentful of her every time I compare something about this place to something about Montreal. But I absolutely do not resent her.
Skinny jeans
I own one pair of the damn things, and at least I can say I've gotten over my ambivalence about them, now. I have yet to see a single other male wearing skinny jeans since I got here. And of course the skinny jeans that I do see on women aren't hipster skinny jeans, they're just skinny jeans like the kind I saw on the women last night when I watched one of my favourite movies - Dazed & Confused.
Another thing that's different about the way they wear their jeans here? A lot of cowboy boots over top of 'em.
Motown!!
God, I love Motown. I love Motown more than hockey. I love it more than cheese. I love it more than... I was about to say alcohol, but that's not true. I love alcohol more than Motown. But I still love Motown a whole fuckin' lot. The other day, Hiedi fired up the YouTube and it was still logged in as me. She was like, "Oh my god - every single one of your recommendations is Motown!"
I've loved Motown for a long time, but only really, really hardcore for the past year or so. Here's a Motown song that I could listen to again and again:
Journalism/writing
Hmm. Well, I still love nitpicking journalism, but not as much as I used to. Even though I never actually bought newspapers anymore (not really since I moved out of the Apartment of Insanity in September '06...), I still am rather disappointed that it's impossible to get a hard-copy Globe and Mail here in FSJ. Despite that, even though I am the sort of person who's contributing to their downfall, I still love reading newspapers. It's just that I tend to mostly read their blogs and the articles that are linked to from said blogs. I can't believe this is what I've become. Sometimes, I'm disgusted with myself. Heh - that could be the name of this journal, actually.
I still do love writing. I love keeping this journal. I'd kind of shrivel up and die without it, I think. Do I love writing more than Motown? I think I do. Do I love LiveJournal more than Motown? That's a harder question.
BEING YOUNG AND CRAZY AND IN LOVE, whoa
I am crazy and in love! That I'm with a 22-year old makes me sometimes question the 'young' bit. She's constantly poking at me about my age. There's nothing much more to say about it - y'all know the particulars about me in this case. And if you want more insight into how I'm feelin' (still), well you can just listen to the song I posted two sections up. ;)
Her things that reminded her of me were:
Montreal (obv)
I never made a goodbye post for Montreal, and I feel like that's a big hole in my LJ. I'm pretty sure that at some point, the homesickness is going to start to kick in for it, but it hasn't just yet. I see the pictures of the place on the Spacing Montreal blog and there's a little ping of sadness for it, but nothing major just yet. (Strangely, even though it's been 10 years or so since I lived in Ottawa, I missed Ottawa big time on Thursday last week while seeing Parliament Hill 20,000 different ways during the Obamathon on Newsworld/Newsnet and so forth.)
One thing about Montreal (and about Ottawa and a bunch of other places, but we'll go with Montreal for now) that I find myself really missing is that when it comes to hockey, there's no true home team here. I'd say it goes about 30% Canucks, 30% Oilers, 20% Flames and 20% others. And this frustrates me! I miss the fun of going out to a bar and watching a game where everyone is cheering for the same team, and hanging on every goal - whether I was in Montreal or Ottawa.
I think Hiedi thinks I feel resentful of her every time I compare something about this place to something about Montreal. But I absolutely do not resent her.
Skinny jeans
I own one pair of the damn things, and at least I can say I've gotten over my ambivalence about them, now. I have yet to see a single other male wearing skinny jeans since I got here. And of course the skinny jeans that I do see on women aren't hipster skinny jeans, they're just skinny jeans like the kind I saw on the women last night when I watched one of my favourite movies - Dazed & Confused.
Another thing that's different about the way they wear their jeans here? A lot of cowboy boots over top of 'em.
Motown!!
God, I love Motown. I love Motown more than hockey. I love it more than cheese. I love it more than... I was about to say alcohol, but that's not true. I love alcohol more than Motown. But I still love Motown a whole fuckin' lot. The other day, Hiedi fired up the YouTube and it was still logged in as me. She was like, "Oh my god - every single one of your recommendations is Motown!"
I've loved Motown for a long time, but only really, really hardcore for the past year or so. Here's a Motown song that I could listen to again and again:
Click to viewJournalism/writing
Hmm. Well, I still love nitpicking journalism, but not as much as I used to. Even though I never actually bought newspapers anymore (not really since I moved out of the Apartment of Insanity in September '06...), I still am rather disappointed that it's impossible to get a hard-copy Globe and Mail here in FSJ. Despite that, even though I am the sort of person who's contributing to their downfall, I still love reading newspapers. It's just that I tend to mostly read their blogs and the articles that are linked to from said blogs. I can't believe this is what I've become. Sometimes, I'm disgusted with myself. Heh - that could be the name of this journal, actually.
I still do love writing. I love keeping this journal. I'd kind of shrivel up and die without it, I think. Do I love writing more than Motown? I think I do. Do I love LiveJournal more than Motown? That's a harder question.
BEING YOUNG AND CRAZY AND IN LOVE, whoa
I am crazy and in love! That I'm with a 22-year old makes me sometimes question the 'young' bit. She's constantly poking at me about my age. There's nothing much more to say about it - y'all know the particulars about me in this case. And if you want more insight into how I'm feelin' (still), well you can just listen to the song I posted two sections up. ;)