“Our shirts are simple, and they say one thing: ‘home.’” reads the company’s website. “By combining that statement with the border of a state, the impact is instant and you stylishly confess your pride for the state you call home.”
For canucks like me, we can stylishly confess our pride for an entire COUNTRY: Canada.
Not only does the Home T use high-quality American Apparel tees (those really soft ones — you know the ones,) a portion of the proceeds for every shirt sold is donated towards multiple sclerosis research. Guilt free purchase. I dig that.
And now, because I never did actually blog about it (SORRY, STUFF HAPPENED) here are my photos / tweets/ grams from World Mastercard Fashion Week Spring / Summer 2014. Thanks for all of the show invites, homies
This has been a loooong post coming.
Check it; I love y’all to the moon and back and then to the moon again and then BACK AGAIN, but if I have to spend one more Saturday afternoon helping one of my friends (or *cough* family members) decide on which new smartphone they’re going to purchase, I will… passive aggressively subtweet or something.
Don’t get me wrong — there are few things I love more than gadgets, and I like to think I know my stuff. Heck, I DO know my stuff. That said, I’m not the most patient of cats, and when I’ve got to type out the exact same advice to umpteen confused people in the span of one week, well, my fingers — they get le tired.
Thus, I’m going to answer some of my most frequently asked smartphone-related questions RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW and then throw the rest of y’all over to my homies at Best Buy Mobile!
Best Buy Mobile experts specialize in providing impartial advice on the latest phones and carriers (FOH FREE.) They’ll set you up with the best device and accessories for your needs, get you fully functioning so you can walk out working and, furthermore, they’ll provide support for any mobile questions you have afterwards. And if you want a phone upgrade, simply trade your old phone in for a Best Buy Canada gift card through their new Trade-In program.
Read on for my FAQ (taken straight from the mouths of readers like you!) and drop a comment below for a chance to win a $50 Best Buy gift card courtesy of Best Buy Mobile!
QUESTION:Why does my phone keep dying? I leave the house at 100% and by 4 p.m. I’m almost DEAD. Is there anything I can do to save battery life, aside from putting my phone down?
ANSWER: I get asked this ALL THE TIME, and as someone who uses her phone as an appendage, I get it. I get it so hard. For some of us, “putting the phone down” isn’t much of an option. Fortunately, there are tons of things you can do to save battery life on any given advice — and even more ways to juice up when you’re on the go.
Personally, I carry a mobile charger with me at all times. I bought a Mophie Juice Pack for my iPhone, but plenty of Samsung-specific and universal chargers out there as well.
I’ve also tweaked my phone to run at maximum efficiency — no battery wasted on silly things like excess screen brightness or a running background app or freaking parallax. Come on with that meow, Apple! Y’all just made me dizzy.
Gizmodo’s got a great roundup of 11 Tips to Keep iOS 7 From Destroying Your Battery Life if you too are an iPhone user. And if you’re not? Here are a few suggestions that can benefit almost everybody:
- Switch off bluetooth, WiFi and location services if you’re not using them.
- Turn off automatic background updates. Ain’t nobody got juice for that!
- Disable push email in favour of pull (fetch.) Seriously — this alone has saved me so much life.
- Turn off your phone while it’s charging (it’ll go faster)
ANSWER:If you know me well — or even just a little bit — you’ll know that I worship at the altar of Jobs. I’m an iPhone girl. That said, I fault no one for using a solid Android device. There are some great devices on the market right now that aren’t made by Apple — in some cases, they offer even more bang for your buck, depending on your needs.
My recommendation would be to think about what you use your phone for the most; if you’re an email jockey, something with a large screen and a great keyboard might be best for you. If your phone pretty much serves as a camera that can take calls, well that’s another device entirely. Visit the phones in person and talk to a mobile specialist — they’re the ones who know best which current devices are in stock and how well they perform.
QUESTION: Do I really need a case? I like the way my phone looks without one.
I’m not suggesting that you NEED a heavy duty Otterbox here (though if you’re looking for serious protection, that’s your ish), but something rubberized (read: shock absorbing) is ideal. And something cute. After all, your smartphone case is more than a case — it’s an accessory! Change it up often to match your outfit, your mood, your personality (or like, your love for saltine crackers. Whatever.)
Comments? Questions? Raving accolades?
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I’d like to start this post with a disclaimer: JK. I’m a blogger, not some fancy arthritis medication. I’m not going to disclaim anything. Who does that? Pfizer, that’s who.
Instead, I shall straight up TELL YOU that I’ve worn a lot of stupid stuff in my day. Wild things. Overpriced things. Straight up ratchet-looking things. Let’s just praise Jeebus that Instagram OOTDs weren’t a thing when I was in high school.
The hat I’m wearing in the image above? It’s not ratchet. It’s a freaking Brian Lichtenberg from Kitson, come on meow — is Cara Delevigne ratchet? Is Jourdan Dunn ratchet? Is Miley Cyrus… you know what — nevermind.
Thug lyfe, guys. Clearly I am bad news. pic.twitter.com/VGxpRH6XiA
— Lauren O'Neil (@laurenonizzle) November 7, 2013
I got kicked out of Brassaii (some douchey club on King West) for wearing that beanie on Wednesday because “NO HATS ALLOWED” and also “GIRLS WHO REFUSE TO TAKE OFF THEIR TOQUES IN DA CLUB WHEN BOUNCERS YELL AT THEM GET KICKED OUT.”
I got kicked out. To be fair, I was lippy. To also be fair, they were decccccks about it.
Whatever, Brassaii. Your grabby bouncers are gross and King West is now even lamer for me than it has been for every Torontonian with a chill bone in their body all decade. You make me vomit! You are the scummmm between my toes! Love, Alf-alfa.
And speaking of gross, behold -> Pee Pee Leggings!
These “Neon Yellow Melting Tights” from URB Clothing actually exist and you can totally buy them if you want to walk around looking like you’re cartoon urinating all day long.
Hey, to each her own — I wore this last night:
Gosh darn am I ever cool.
Shwings! If ever they start shipping to Canada, I’m going to turn some of my Chucks into fly-shoes and satisfy my Icarus fetish once and for all.
C’est tout. Now, please gaze upon the aforementioned adidas x Jeremy Scott JS Wings 2.0 “Pixels” and have sweet, sweet dreams about yourself KICKING BRASSAII IN THE FACE WITH THEM as I’m about to.
I’d totally get kicked out for that, too.
Why can’t Halloween happen every month? No, seriously — people would go NUTS for that. Instead, we’ve got to try and cram four costumes into one weekend and ALL OF THE CANDY ON EARTH into our faces before it turns hard and breaks our teeth and stuff.
I didn’t actually cram anything into one weekend this year, as Halloween was on a Thursday. This means that we get the full pre-Halloween AND post Halloween weekend to celebrate if we so choose. I went hard all week long — so hard that now I’m too sick to do much else other than watch Netflix and blog on a Saturday night. Look! Look at what I made!
This year, I went out as (in chronological order) a cat, a sexy sugar skull (?), Sailor Moon, and Alex(andra) DeLarge with me droogs.
As promised, here are about 40,000 photos from Halloweek 2013. It all started quite early with a spooky party at Screemers two Friday nights ago…
*stops to catch breath* C’EST TOUT!
I’m off to watch Fargo and clean my room now, because glamour.
Please enjoy this most perfect “life hacks” video from some guy called Max who I’m in love with now. Maximum hilarity:
Blogging at you on my lunch break today, so I’ll be brief — for, as you may have already heard, it’s kind of a busy day in news land
Alas, in the spirit of the spooky season I must share with you one of my favourite Skeleton-related videos of all time, straight up out of 1929.
I showed this to a boy who I was dating for a bit (on my iPhone, at a restaurant) and told him that I wanted it to be played at my funeral on repeat, interspersed with Run DMC’s It’s Like That and Daft Punk’s Around the World every few rounds for good measure.
We didn’t last. I still love these squelettes.
A huge post-Halloween roundup featuring all of my costumes and adventure tales is forthcoming. Check it — Sailor vs. Sailor! Get it? GET IT!?!?!?
Back to the most glorious grind a girl could ask for. Happy Hallowawesome bbs
It is my belief that one can thrive within any system so long as she understands, respects and loves it — or can at least pretend to love it.
I swim not with or against or even perpendicular to the current. I fly above it, making careful choices about where to go next.
Not all of us are born with wings. In fact, very few of us are. But many possess the ability to develop them with hard work, a good brain, and smart decisions.
My intention is to soar higher, faster and farther with time, and I will do so by resisting the temptation to fall into the stream.
I will do so by making calculated observations as to where that stream is headed, and where it will never go.
This was written on a streetcar.
Happy almost Halloween
“When you turn twenty-seven you start noticing the number, everywhere. Suddenly everyone else is twenty-seven, too: Every athlete and actor, all of the dead people who ever did anything. Your age is everywhere because you, at twenty-seven, are perfect. Just there. Just where you are right now: educated, but no longer preachy; f*ckable, without being whiny; mature, and not yet fat. Never change...” – Adriane Quinlan for The Awl
Every since I first heard about the concept of the ”27 club,” I’ve been joking that this would be my last year on earth.
It’s a romantic notion, I suppose — going out tragically before I hit my peak (if, god willing, I haven’t yet.)
I’d always be remembered for what I could have been, rather than fading away or simply failing to live up to the expectations that I’ve set for myself — or worse, those that others have set for me.
“They are old enough to be haunted, at twenty-seven, and thus old enough to be haunting” - Esquire Magazine
Fret not, mah – I’m in this for the long haul, I just happened to stumble upon some e-literature recently that got me to a’pondering.
The first, is a 14-year-old Esquire article that I found while Googling “I’m 27 what do I do?”
It’s an entry into the “women we love” hall of fame for “the 27-year-old woman.” That’s who made it into Esquire’s hall of fame; women who are 27, as a whole. Are we even women? I still feel like a girl most of the time.
“They are all twenty-seven. They always were twenty-seven, and they always will be, at the moment they are both young enough and old enough to teach you the meaning of heartbreak. The one you see standing in the window, right before the blinds close? She’s twenty-seven.”
I feel grossly unaccomplished knowing now that Ingrid Bergman was my age when she starred in Casablanca, but I like that article because it romanticizes my age something fierce. It makes me feel dreamy and cool based on nothing more than some numbers on my birth certificate.
The second article was written by Adriane Quinlan for The Awl last year as part of a series about youth.
Quinlan, like the unnamed author of that Esquire piece, lists off the names of several 27-year-old dynamos to prove her point that yes, 27 is the greatest age of all ages; Marilyn Monroe in Gentleman Prefer Blondes, Ryan Lochte and Michael Phelps during last summer’s Olympics, Lebron James, who was 27 at the time the article was written and continues to be the best at what he does now that he’s 28.
“But maybe there’s nothing there,” she writes. “Maybe you’re only noticing this because at twenty-seven you’ve hit your egomaniacal peak—you’ve “found yourself” (Katie Holmes, Scientology conversion at 27) and you see yourself everywhere.”
“After all, twenty-seven is just a number. It’s the atomic number of cobalt, the number of countries in the E.U., the age at which The Elephant Man died. It’s the number of bones in the human hand. It’s the age of Dave Franco.”
Well now you’re just irritating me.
Twenty-seven is the most perfect age I’ve ever been. Twenty-seven fits me like the twenty-seven beautiful smartwatches I’m about to buy because I CAN DO THAT NOW because I’m twenty-seven and it’s 2013 and smartwatches exist now, you see?
My 27th year so far has been one of many great achievements, and many great changes. Heartbreaks, sure, but more joy than I could ever have hoped for.
Since turning 27 I’ve:
- Moved into my own place for the first time
- Been named one of Marketing Magazine’s Top 30 under 30 bright young minds in Canada
- My boyfriend of 6 years and I broke up
- Started dating again
- Started liking again
- Starting taking improv classes
- Dove back into standup comedy, and even had my first paying gig
- Made lots of new friends
- Interviewed some really cool people — the coolest being Mark Wahlberg, natch.
- Got quoted by Geekologie
- Interviewed some astronauts
- Flirted with some astronauts
- Went to LA for the first time
- Got my own real, grownup furniture
- Got followed by The BasedGod on Twitter
- Got an iPhone 5
- MC’d a pretty major conference
- Went to Muskoka for the first time (shut up)
- Fell in like with a movie star
- Remembered what heartbreak feels like
- Chilled out a little bit
- Sat on multiple journalism panels at work, and for work.
- Wrote some dope things
- Wrote some stupid things
- Went on TV a bunch of times, which always makes my grandparents proud
- Rebooted CBC Live Online and it’s going better than ever
- Bought some leather pants
- Got my head on straight…er.
- Forgotten my umbrella more times than I can count
That’s enough for now… I’ve got a treadmill to crush.
Please enjoy these gnarly 6-year-old pink-helmeted skater chicks, who at their age are already cooler than I’ll ever be courtesy of GrindTV.
RIGHT?! See also, this.
Been a minute, eh?
What can I say, other than “it’s my blog and I can blog if I want to, blog if I want to, blog if I want to… You would (not) blog too if it happened toooo youuuuu (doo doo doo doo DOO.)” ?
I’ve been a busy cat lately. Good busy. Fun busy. Work busy — that never changes — but socially too… and the more friends I make, the less time I have for documenting the adventures I have with said friends on my blog. Ain’t that just the way?
Until I can afford to have a camera following me around with a crew to produce the weirdest reality show in the HISTORY OF CANADA, please enjoy some photos to illustrate what I’ve been up to lately:
I met Vanilla Ice at a party. His party. It was for the premiere of Ice Ice Amish. Funny show. Nice guy.
I went to the Google Loft party and got a sick little custom LauBot bag (I played with Glass again too, natch.)
I did standup again… my friends wore chambray shirts. So did I.
I said goodbye to Breaking Bad
But then I partied with Stoli…
And lots of lovely cats at the Marketing Magazine 30 under 30 gala…
And I drew myself some pictures on a piece of paper towel one night…
I’ve bopped around to lots of events lately, but skipped a good deal too, because they all just start to feel the same around this time of year and I’d rather simply hang out and laugh with my friends and get into mischief and go on dates and be social for the love of it… to be around people who are real. You know?
Here are some more photos from the past month via Storify:
And as always, you can still find me writing every single day at CBCNews.ca.
First off: Check out my sick Dedsec hacker gear. Shhhh. Covert.
You may remember me writing about the wicked ATM hack linked to the game back in August. Oui? Non? Here.
The second “play on your phone to make cool stuff happen in real life” stunt went down this past weekend. And guys? WE BLEW UP A FREAKING CAR.
You need to get in on this — regardless of whether or not you’re a hardcore gamer. These stunts are a blast! Your smartphone actions = real life results, in a cool (and genuinely harmless but ridiculously fun) way.
Watch Dogs Live – which is totally free — can be downloaded for Apple and Android devices. Users without iOS or Android devices interested in joining the adventure can do so by visiting the Watch Dogs Live website at http:\\www.watchdogslive.ca and signing up.
About Watch Dogs
In Watch Dogs, players will experience the realities of living in our fully connected society, where individuals and corporations are at risk of exposure by our ever-increasing reliance on networks and technology.
Players will assume the role of Aiden Pearce, a new type of vigilante who, with the help of his smartphone, will use his ability to hack into Chicago’s central operating system (ctOS) and control almost every element of the city. Aiden will be able to tap into the city’s omnipresent security cameras, download personal information to locate a target, control systems such as traffic lights or public transportation to stop a chase, and more. The city of Chicago is now the ultimate weapon.
Watch Dogs will be available in North America in November 2013 for the Sony PlayStation®3 computer entertainment system, Microsoft Xbox 360 video game and entertainment system, the Wii U™ system from Nintendo and PC, as well as at the launch of the PlayStation®4 from Sony Computer Entertainment Inc. (SCE) and Xbox One, the all-in-one games and entertainment system from Microsoft.
Good morning, homies!
I’m not going to bog this post down with a long, flowery intro because like, what can I say about Disneyland other than the fact that IT’S DISNEYLAND? A place where dreams come true. Unbridled glee made physical. THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!
1. Getting to feel like a kid again
How cool it was to see Mickey, Minnie, Belle, Goofy, Jasmine, Chip, Dale and Baloo in the flesh (plush?) ??? Almost as cool as it was to double duckface with my boy Donald.
In all seriousness, it’s such a treat to be surrounded by your childhood heroes at every turn. Nothing brings the 6-year-old out in me like a good ol’ fashioned photo op
2. Walking in Walt’s Footsteps
It was cool to go on a guided “Walk in walt’s footsteps” tour of Disney during our first day in the park. It was a great way to see Disneyland, and a valuable educational experience. Inspiring. Walt Disney was an incredible person, and I highly recommend taking this tour (or simply reading more about him) if you get the chance.
Stepping into Mr. Disney’s apartment was the neatest part of our tour. Apparently it’s off limits to the public — we weren’t even allowed to take photos! Here’s one from the outside. They keep that little light on 24/7 to honour Walt’s spirit. Sweet, eh?
3. Getting to feel like a princess:
Did you know that Disney cast members (people working in the park) call every little girl “princess?” — It’s my favourite thing ever. I’m not a little girl, but I still got the feeling that I was special when one kind lady asked about my pink “princess wallet.”
Of course, you can always take matters into your own hands. There are many opportunities to play princess
My favourite ride by far was the Radiotor Springs Racers. I rode it three times — in a row. Thanks for the fast passes, Diz! Even without one, I’d have waited in line for this. Such a fun ride.
Not only was the hotel we stayed at SWANK AS HECK (those robes!) and RIGHT IN THE PARK (as in walk ten steps to be in Downtown Disney,) it felt like an attraction all on its own.
Which other hotel can you stay at and run into Goofy in the lobby en route to the gym every morning?
A++ for the pool area and gym, too. Please enjoy my hot dog legs — Casie did!
6. ALL OF THE LIGHTS
The fireworks over Sleeping Beauty’s castle in Disneyland Park, the insanely cool World of Color water show, the jaw-dropping parades that randomly roll through every corner of the entire resort — your eyes are in for treat upon treat upon treat. Who needs a nightclub when you can literally be entertained beyond belief, just by gazine up into the sky?
7. MOUSE EARS
True story: I’m three pairs of mouse ears richer now than I was before I went to California. If you like to wear things on your head, Disneyland IS THE PLACE FOR YOU.
8. Downtown Disney
Of course, for those of us who DO enjoy the more adult side of nightlife, Downtown Disney is what’s up. Drink. Shop. Enjoy live music. We certainly did, on multiple occasions. After a long day of , my friends and I really enjoyed kicking back with a few pints and boy-watching in the Downtown Disney District – and then walking around window (or just actual) shopping. Especially at the MAJORHUGE LEGO STORE!
9. ALL OF THE FOOD
Okay. Okay Okay Okay. This section would totally be number one, if I’m being completely honest with myself. DO YOU LIKE GOOD FOOD? Eat in Disneyland. I kid you not — there’s more to this resort than Mickey Pancakes (though, to be fair, those were amazing.)
Our welcome dinner took place at the zillion star Napa Rose inside the Grand Californian Hotel & Spa, and consisted of — among other things — Truffled “Mac & Cheese” Orecchiette Pasta with Parmigiano-Reggiano…
Lobster & shrimp meatball soup…
And a bunch of other fancy things I don’t remember the names of, but completely enjoyed. The sustainable fish of the day was Hawaiian Ono. It was mind-blowing.
My other culinary highlight would have to be the brunch(es) at Goofy’s Kitchen and the Storyteller’s cafe…
Sure, it was cool to eat with characters — but also…
10. The magic
Yeah, I know, that sounds cheesy, but I can think of no better way to put the pervasive, pulsating whimsical energy that seems to wash over the entire property. The California weather, the friendly people, the overwhelming sense of nostalgia at every turn… it doesn’t matter who you’re with, how old you are, or where you’re coming from — you’ll feel the magic and you’ll love it here. I certainly did. Thanks Disney