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My stupid autofocus blurred the sign I was trying to shoot. Here is the message the meat department wished to convey: (71 too many characters for Twitter)
ATTENTION Dear Valued Customers
PLEASE NOTE> NO LINES for the following items
REGULAR KEEMA & CHICKEN KEEMA
Any Meat Items AS IT IS i.e. No CUTS OR CLEAN
Past/Late numbers under 10 only will be Accepted
While salvaging data from a Western Digital “My Passport” hard drive that had gone into click-of-death mode, I discovered this big icon for the Mac TextEdit app. I recognize the copy from one of Apple’s Think Different ad campaigns, but who’s Kate?
[Update: Turns out KATE is KDE Advanced Text Editor.]
Oh, yes, you might want to know how I got the files off the defunct portable hard drive…
The BIBLIO-MAT from Craig Small on Vimeo.
This posting is here primarily as a reminder to myself to pay a visit to this unusual Toronto business.
The Monkey’s Paw
Tuesday to Saturday:
11 to 6
Sunday:
12 to 5
1229 Dundas St. West, Toronto
(between Ossington & Dovercourt, directly across from the LCBO)
416.531.2123
Maybe the pizza is OK, never tried it, but forget the burger. It’s about as bland as cardboard and doesn’t even come with relish to help add some flavour. The coffee is so-so, too.
There’s a fairly new Boston Pizza at Leslie and Lakeshore and we went there for lunch today. We do like their salads and onion soup, so we thought we’d support their local presence. There are many more worthy choices in the area, so we’ll leave Boston Pizza to those who treasure easy parking.
My friend Brian has amassed a formidable collection of action figures by astute bidding on eBay. There is a huge community of avid collectors out there and they really know their stuff. Figures are valued for rarity, condition and uniqueness. Experts know about molds that were used, defects in particular production runs, colour anomalies, dates… all kinds of amazing details.
Brian with part of his collection
For all the hype, hair-pulling and hand-wringing by news media, none of us… not a single one… will plunge off any fiscal cliff.
People without Stephen Harper’s access to millions of tax dollars have political messages, too. On today’s walk, I noticed one of them.
Twitter was full of comments and questions yesterday about the source of a nasty smell pervading Toronto. Of course there were the usual jibes… Toronto always stinks… but no one seemed to have an answer as to the source.
This morning, someone mentioned an explosion at an Acton sulphur plant and I accept that as the most likely explanation. In fact, when I noticed a smell yesterday, I thought of sulphur and wondered if someone was working on a permanent hairdo in one of the apartments I was passing at the time. I’ve smelt that smell when salon technicians put concoctions on women’s hair. Sulphur is definitely part of the process.
Sulphur also plays a role in the treatment of pulp. I once spent a day as a longshoreman in Woodfibre, B.C. where the air made your eyes water and the stench was so powerful that human noses simply shut down after 10 minutes. “That’s the smell of money,” proclaimed an unapolegetic cabinet minister who represented the area.
So I know the smell of sulphur and that’s what I smelled yesterday.
Not exactly on topic, but
Photo by Karen Bell. Prize-winning butter sculpture at the Royal Winter Fair
Is that a football helmet he’s wearing? Do you think he’s chasing a TTC bus?
Good news. Canada’s happy. Romney’s toast.
Now can we ask why our national TV broadcaster chose to waste its time duplicating coverage that was readily available on channels from the country where the election was actually being held? I really hate to sound like Stephen Harper, but why the heck are we paying for this kind of public service?