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Knockback Apology In the Night

Knockbacks In Toronto Part Deux

I wanted to thank Ian for coming over last night with a bottle of wine! Mrs. Jorge and I enjoyed the company of the Haligonian, and we conferenced The Shellie on the phone to make the triumverate complete. Talk about your crazy parties!

It’s always great to make new friends, especially when they are as nice as Ian. We enjoyed cedar-plank barbecued salmon, some grilled veggies, and some fine beers and wine. For dessert we had cholocate chip, walnut/brown sugar encrusted banana bread.

A great time was had by all.



Hai-Kuul Apology

I want to apologize if I don’t get any Hai-Kuuls out today. I don’t usually like writing them at work, so I write them at home the night before and e-mail them in so the format conforms to the style that I like.

I worked on a whole whack of them last night and e-mailed them to work so I could post them, but I don’t see them in my inbox. I’ll be right pissed if they went the way of the dodo, to be sure.

Stay tuned!



Sometime Quietly During Tuesday Night…

My blog slipped into the 10000+ region. Thanks to all of you for your support. While I am not normally a stats whore, this information made me a bit giddy yesterday.

Fig-tionary – May 31, 2005

panicdote (Jorge came up with this while writing a story about an event from his childhood)

  1. Function: noun – a usually short narrative of an interesting, amusing, or biographical incident that scared the pants off the person relating the story – Usage: If you ever heard Jorge’s panicdote of the time he lost the hair on his arm, you would never go near a barbecue again.




*Remember, you can submit a request for a crazy definition for a typo by clicking here. You can read about the Fig-tionary here.

Trip To Old Madness

Trip To Old Québec

My wife and I decided to get away for the weekend, so we went to Old Québec City. It’s like someone took a piece of Europe and transported it to North America. The flight and taxi ride there were uneventful. Our luggage beat us to Québec by an hour, but no harm done.

We stayed at Chateau de Léry, which is simply an old house that has been converted into a hotel. It’s nice enough, but none of their seemingly new windows had any seals installed, so the wind that persisted all weekend made them rattle. I took it upon myself to fold up some tourist pamphlets and jam them in the windows to stop the noise (a la MacGyver). That did the trick.

Too bad I only figured out that trick on the 3rd night.

The hotel was non-smoking (although someone decided to break that rule upstairs on our second day there). Our actual room looks like it was an old living room at some point. They built a small bathroom steps away from the fireplace with a frosted window. Within this small room, the toilet was right next to the wall, and the bathtub was quite small. The sink was actually in the main room, situated behind the entryway. Very odd setup.

The staff was also hit and miss. Some of the people were very helpful, while the others seemed kind of lost. For the price, I guess it’s tough to expect a lot. Truthfully, I didn’t find it all that bad, but I doubt I would be staying there again. I’d like to try somewhere different next time.

We ate at l’Omelétte (a nice little breakfast place), Gambrenus (An awesome place. Dressy. They had a guy walking around with a guitar singing songs, and the staff and food were amazing), and a couple of other small places.

It was fun just walking around and taking photos, watching people lean into the wind, and just relaxing.

I definitely want to go back someday – when it’s warm.

All in all, a great way to spend a birthday weekend.



Haiku Madness

Man, you guys are insatiable! This Hai-Kuul feature is going strong.

I have to admit that I wasn’t sure how well this feature would actually catch on. Truth be told, there have been so many requests I’ve been having a tough time updating my blog with stories. However, that fact is offset by the amount of fun I am having with the challenges that people are throwing my way.

We just recently passed the 200 mark. Keep them coming. I’ll be holding another contest soon for another print, so keep your eyes peeled. The 250 milestone is fast approaching!

Best Blog

Best Wife Ever

Mrs. Jorge showed up at the bar last night with a birthday carrot cake for me. Totally unexpected.

I left for class at 20:10 PM and she showed up at the bar at roughly 22:00. Shortly after, Mrs. Jorge came in with the cake. I was taken aback.

That was the best surprise ever! Thanks Mrs. Jorge!



Away from the Blog for a Few Days

I’ll be away from the blog for a few days, so don’t you fret! Just keep submitting haiku request, and I’ll get on those when I get back.

Have a great weekend!

Knockbacks Get You Here

Knockbacks In Toronto

Last night I had the pleasure of meeting fellow blogger/Orkutian Ian (The Haligonian). It was a great time.

We met at the Duke of York which is a pub located at the North end of Downtown Toronto, just north of the University. It’s a great place. The atmosphere is warm, and the food is all right (worth mentioning, even though we were only there to drink).

I got there a little late due to some Subway problems. I waited outside, and then wondered if maybe Ian was inside or on the patio. Good thing I checked, because there he was finishing off a pint of Guinness.

I sat down and we had an enjoyable couple of hours chatting about everything and getting to know each other. Funny how it was almost like a catch-up session than a first meeting. The wonders of the internet!

At some point early in our drinkfest, Shellie called us from Boston, to make her presence virtually known. The phone was passed back and forth between Ian and I, and all three of us laughed and had fun.

Of course, the end of the evening came too fast, and we each had to go our separate ways. Ian will be coming over for dinner in a few weeks, and we are putting the hard sell on Shellie to come up to have dinner with us (and bring her hubby-to-be along, too).

I’m glad I’ve made such good friends.



You Get What You Give

Ian and I are a lot alike. We can make fast friends anywhere we go, and we get along with a huge cross-section of people.

One thing that stuck with me after our meeting was how Ian described Toronto as being a very friendly place.

There are quite a number of people who hold the opposite view.

Why is this?

I thought about my own experiences. Usually, I find that wherever I go, people tend to be friendly.

I think that unfriendly people who expect to be treated in an unfriendly manner will not be disappointed. You probably know which type of person I am referring to. The person who is in a rush, and who doesn’t have the patience for people in their way. Or how about the person that walks around with a permanent scowl? Bleah.

I, on the other hand, tend to have either a neutral look or a slight smile on my face most of the time. I also greet complete strangers and I try to be polite. “Excuse me” or “please” and “thank you” are not uncommon for me to say to people.

I think that it would be a worthwhile practice for people who deem a place unfriendly to try and be positive about being there at the outset. They might be pleasantly surprised.



What Brought You Here?

Here is a search that brought someone to my blog…

AOL Search
generous people (3rd on the list – No clue about this)


Weird.