my little corner of the world...

Wooly Monkeys FC

Just thought I would post these pictures of the from the summer soccer league I am in. It's good fun... so good that my dad asked if he could play! That's him in the top left pic.. he's still got the moves!

What's going on?!

Okay okay... so I know that I am a complete blogger slacker... What have I been up to?

working at Massey and Molson's
reading
running at the ymca
visiting with friends
bbqs and parties
watching baseball games

You can check out my pictures on my flickr site... either click on the picture below or on my new flickrgeist! Enjoy!

Lucky Number 9....

In the history of Massey Hall bar clean ups, the one after Cesaria Evora's was probably one of the quickest ever that I have seen take place. Maybe it was the fact that my fellow bartenders and I were well into our routine of tidying up after shows, especially since we had already worked two previous days; or maybe it was just a sad night for drinkers, which does hold true... also a very snooty crowd... regardless, it was an easy night that allowed us to be in and out by ten. This was good news for Mark, Christian and I, as we had plans to head to the Niagara's Fallsview Casino that night..(we had to make up for the sad showing in tips somehow!) ;)
After one quick pit stop for gas, snacks and drinks, we arrived at Fallsview around 12am to let the gambling begin. We started by scouting the different Black Jack tables to see if there were any free with good $10-15 minimums... nothing. So Mark and Christian parked themselves at two neighbouring $25.00 min. Black Jack tables and I began their quest for big money. Not feeling quite so confident yet in adhering to all the rules and strategies, I opted for Roulette. To make a long story short and to get to the good story... I didn't fair too well with the Roulette.. it was actually quite sad. Let's just say I left in the negative. Heh.

Anyhow, I wandered back to see how Christian and Mark were doing... Mark was doing okay... about even... Christian on the other hand... very sad indeed. To make matters worse I even told him to throw down an extra $25.00 chip moving his bet up to a whopping $75.00!!! because hey, I was lucky! or at least that's what the boys said at Mark's table!? He lost...and it only took a few more hands until Christian was nearly wiped of the large chunk of money that he began with. Doh!
At this point, probably feeling a bit downhearted after losing, Christian left and headed towards the Roulette table and plunked down his last $50.00 chip on number 9. Now anyone in their right mind knows that when you attempt to play one number, it's basically a lost bet. The dealer even gave Christian a look as though he was out of his mind and started to shake his head. In fact, I believe everyone at the table couldn't believe that he was taking such a chance and wanted to see the outcome... leaving number 9 to be the only one with chips being played on it.
So what happened? His number came up, he won $1,850, jumped and screamed for a while, and then took his money and stopped while he was ahead.

Just a couple of mall rats...

Sorry for the long delay in the blogging department... school, work, sleep and more sleep have been keeping me quite busy lately. I did manage however to spend a rainy day with Craig a couple of weekends ago at the Yorkdale mall. We walked around aimlessly, with no intentions of buying anything (haha... I know it's hard to believe.. but really it's true).

Our first stop was the Apple store to simply "look" at the new MacBook Pros. Damn they are beautiful! Here's to the Industrial Design program at OCAD possibly deciding to have a change of heart and letting us purchase these wonderful contraptions instead of the PC notebooks they have in mind. Fingers crossed! It's just so much fun playing with all the new programs on the macs. Craig couldn't stop laughing at all the funny faces he was able to take with the photo booth program.
Anyhow, the rest of the day was spent wandering through the mall. We stumbled upon the Discovery Channel filming some pyro technics; watched Failure to Launch (Craig was bored out of his mind, i thought it was ok... definitely a rental); had lunch at Kelsey's; had a frozen yoghurt (peach and strawberry... yum!); and wandered around some more. Good times!

The 'RANDOMIZER!'

School is finally winding down and the projects and essays are coming to an end. As one of my last projects for Principles of Interaction Design, my class had to work together in order to come up with a unique way to 'Activate the Park' in OCAD's own Butterfield Park. There were over 400 design students crammed into this small space with their class' own interaction displays, making it a bit crazy!
Ergo, the 'RANDOMIZER'.... a revolutionary spinning contraption that would 'randomly' align itself with a fashionable outfit for you to hunt out between three bins of clothing. Once you were done finding your outfit you would race down the red carpet, past the finish line to have your picture taken and added to the Fashion Wall of Fame! Now doesn't that sound like fun or what?! Unfortunately, having always wanted to spin the wheel, with great force, like they do on shows such as Wheel of Fortune and the Price's Right I broke the Randomizer! Who would have known my muscles and sheer strength would be too much for the machine!?... heh... (really it was just poorly constructed out of cardboard boxes and some piping). After fixing the central piece to our game, I was told to keep my distance from it... Doh! Good times... I think i'm ready to meet Bob Barker and Pat Sajak now!

The 'Randomizer' in all it's glory (before the little accident)!

Jose with a fabulous pink ensemble

Ryan & I

A cute little baby who also wanted to get in on the action

Enrique, the Randomizer and I

Is it a sign?

If you have ever visited the Colosseum in Rome, you may have noticed these Roman Trojans stationed outside offering you a chance to pose with them. My first thought when I saw these dressed up characters was "great, it'll be fun to have my picture taken with a 'warrior'." So forking over my camera to Heidi so that she could be the official photographer, I bounded up to the stage area. I was not nearly three steps away from having my picture taken when I heard one of the Trojans yell out 5 euros. I was shocked and not nearly desperate enough to pay to have my photo taken, so I walked away. Even though I wasn't able to pose with these men, I was still determined to capture them on my camera.
This was all I was able to manage... now, can anyone tell me is that an Italian way of telling me to f#%$ off... or do you think he really just wanted a ciggie?

Ciao!