Posts tagged nintendo
Brace yourselves, 80′s babies — here comes another stake into the heart of your childhood… Don’t shoot the messenger (with your duck hunt gun, pyaw!)
Blowing into Nintendo cartridges “to get the dust out” may not actually have made them work better.
I know, right? It always (okay, sometimes) worked for me too.
Take that for what it is while I stare blankly at my laptop screen for a while…
Alright, I’m back. Now let us movie on… to Henri!
We’re like Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, him and I… minus all of the weird sex stuff. Minus any of the sex stuff. I love kitty cats, but not like that. Why would you even suggest that, you sickos?
He dropped a new YouTube video today after a newspaper in Seattle asked for his views on politics:
Vote Tuxedo Stan for mayor of Halifax!
I know that this was supposed to be a tongue-in-cheek piece, but hot dang if Edward Keenan didn’t go all Edward Keenan on us with his magical words and powerful facts, legitimately convincing me that Toronto should probably separate from the rest of Canada.
Think about it. We’re bigger than Nicaragua.
Better yet, listen to new Toronto’s national anthem (by Donovan Woods):
Oh, Toronto, I’m pretty sure I feel at home.
Well done, Mr. Woods!
It’s been two years, last month, for me as a Torontonian. It feels like I’ve been here so much longer. It’s safe to say I’ve never fit in better anywhere, in any city before. I wonder if that has more to do with who I am now than where I am now… but sheet, you don’t care. I don’t even care. Let’s get back to the important things:
Saline forehead injections are a thing now, sort of. Read all about that here… I already wrote about it once today and I really don’t think I can spend 5 more seconds looking at body modification trends today.
Saved by the Bell is on. A really old one, where the gang struggles to study for Testaverde‘s midterm. I’m going to go do some homework meself! Prepping for a talk on Saturday. Check it oot if you’re in NEPA!
We now interrupt your regularly scheduled geekery with yet another post about pretty clothes because hey, if there’s anything I like as much as a dope supercut or creatively placed Periodic Table of Elements, it’s a cute outfit.
Here’s the skinny: She Does the City has teamed up with Gap to host one “serious shopping event” at the retailer’s Bloor st. location on May 15th. There will be music. There will be Coconut Water. There will be giveaways and gift bags and goooood discounts.
As a fun little pre-cursor to the event, five Toronto bloggers were asked to come up with their own looks based on on of Gap’s recently relaunched classic T.
I was given the Mercer V-neck Pocket T in neon green, which I was obviously psyched about because, well… NEON GREEN. (click image above for elaboration.)
And yes, I did turn the belt I bought into a headband. It reminded me of a braid, and braids remind me of hair, and HEY – that’s what the stuff all over my head is called so Voila:
I came up with a secondary look too, because what if one of the other girls picked out THE EXACT SAME THINGS AS ME? What if? WHAT IF?
Ooooh, broody. Sorry guys – it’s hard to look normal in these. I should start a tumblr filled with funny fashion blogger poses. Never mind. Just googled it. Someone already did.
I did actually have to pee, kind of.
I called this look “Urban Glo-worm,” which really speaks to the fact that I wrote that description very very late last night.
I’m still recovering from ROFLcon, you see, literally rushing home after working all day to do laundry and hit the gym and other lifely things before a little bit of late night laurenoutlouding.
*sigh*, if this flurry of emails doesn’t SIMMAH DOWN I’m never going to get my interview videos up. LEAVE NIZZLE ALONE. See. me. pout:
I keed, I keed. Managing one young urban life is not hardship. Setting up something like this? Now that is dang hard work:
Hey girl, I like the way you Domino and then look up the word “Domino” to determine if it can be used as a verb or not.
One more game-related video for the road, ja? This one, a music video for Get By by Delta Heavy is excellent in a different way:
Bed time. Big day tomorrow! &News&News&News&News…
Befooore I crash though, I must note for those of you who don’t already know that today is my best friend Casie‘s birthday (er, was — I guess it’s past midnight now)! We’re going to do it up crafty this weekend
The cutest, right?
Go wish her a big happy one. I already did on the phone and Twitter and Facebook but I will again here because I LOVE YOU CAS! HBD
Don’t stop. Don’t give up. Don’t use a cheat code and don’t you dare press pause. Not even when your mom calls you for dinner for the third time. Not even if you’re having tacos. NOT EVEN IF YOU’RE HAVING CHOCO TACOS.
Sometimes, it’ll get hard. You’ll face obstacles and challenges and stupid suns that swoop down from the sky and try to kill you sometimes. But you can’t turn back because you have no other choice unless you’re willing to die.
Go right, homie. Just keep on going right. Believe you me, all frustrations aside, when you finally get to your goal you’ll be sad the adventure is over.
Sorry. The music swell in that video got me all emotiony and metaphorizcal-like. That, and the many, many memories of pixelated death that came rushing back into my brain. Freaking Ghosts N Goblins. If you know anybody who’s actually beat that game, send them my way for a handshake and a chocolate taco.
WTH is a Chocotaco though, for real? I saw it when I Google Imagesed “funny taco.” It looks disgusting.
If your mother actually feeds you Chocotacos for dinner, call Children’s Aid. Unless, of course, you’re 35. If you’re 35 and your mother feeds you Chocotacos, HUG HER RIGHT NOW.
I wish my mom still made dinner for me. Is it so much to ask that she drives 4 hours to stir-fry my tofu? I’ve got to MICROWAVE it MYSELF… LIKE AN ANIMAL!
I’m calling Children’s Aid on myself.
Hi Starly M’larly! Who’s a little Starly? Who is?
Uh… not you, human. Nice try though.
Limiting myself to only three discuss-worthy “Would You Rock It?” pieces was hard today. Really, really hard in light of Black Milk Clothing (they of the Artoo suit we all went nuts over) storming the viral web in full force this week avec one perfect Steve Buscemi Dress and a Jaws vs. Ariel swimsuit.
WHO ARE YOU GUYS and WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? Also, can we be bosom friends?
I could wear nothing but Black Milk for the next year and be happy, I think. The perfect uniform for a cheeky ‘doe like me. I could wear my special Buscemi Eyes with the Buscemi dress.
In other Jaws-inspired-fashion news (?), Duna Duna is Threadless concept that hasn’t quite achieved T-shirt status yet but probably will eventually, based on the flood of positive response they’ve been receiveing:
Bowser would never kill Peach because he’s in love with her – but you get the idea. Cyoooote! I would definitely rock this, and hope that I get a chance to (COME ON THREADLESS! MAKE THE TEE!).
Last but pretty much the opposite of least (read: greatest) = The “Conical Asian hat” I bought for 3$ on Spadina during lunch the other day.
I was pretty stoked on this hat for about 8 hours straight, not gunna lie. For a split second, I worried that this look on me might seem racist or tacky… but then I caught my reflection in a window and the only thing I could see was Raiden (minus the volts).
Hahaha, so much hate. I caught a lot of snarky photobombs. Narcissism is srs Business@
I wore the hat at my desk for a little while when I got back to the office, just for kicks. Some of my coworkers dug it maybe.
I should go to bed now.
If only it were that easy…
There’ll be no accusations, just friendly crustaceans Là sous la Mer….
I already knew that the Simpsons was hilarious en Francais (It’s hilarious in every language – especially German).
What I did not know until watching this most classic of eps from Season Nine in my Parisian hotel room is that Marge sounds like a mother freaking DEMON in France!
Curious that they didn’t just get her to voice her own lines, since according to Simpsons Wiki she’s fluent in French. Plus, she serves as the sole inspiration for Europe’s layout…
My recent trip to Cannes / Paris was the first time I’d been in France since 2008, and – no surprise a lot has changed since then. Then again, a lot of things were exactly the way I remembered them.
French food = Still way gross. French chicks = Still way pretty.
On the zillion hour flight home to Canada, I decided to write about why this might be so for my CosmoTV Blog. The case of the beautiful women, that is. The food thing is kind of obvious.
Regard: French girls don’t wear Sweatpants, and more beauty tips from the City of Lights.
I also kept a running note in my iPhone called “Things that are different in Paris now” while I was there. Here are my observations, as is:
- Exploring a foreign city is about 5 trillion times more fun now that I’ve got a smartphone attached to my hand. Google Maps + GPS = Tour Guide, 2.0.
- Everybody’s a professional photographer now. 10 years ago, your stereotypical shutterbug was the Asian tourist. 5 years ago, all the kids got digicams. Now, dorky dads are rocking digital SLRs worth more than the entire contents of their fanny pack, swinging around their kit lenses like they’re Steven Meisel or something.
- Paris is smaller than I thought it was. Last time I went, I’d been living in Jonkoping with my permanent home in Windsor. Both are tiny cities compared against Toronto, which may explain why I’m much more comfortable navigating an urban metropolis now than I was in 2008.
- The “sights” are not what make the city. I had a lot more fun walking around, soaking in sun and just hanging out in parks people watching than I’ve ever had waiting in line for the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre.
- The shopping isn’t as great as I remember it to be. I mean, I’m sure if you can afford to drop dough at Louis V or know of some great boutiques it is, but at this point in my life I’ll take shopping in Toronto over shopping in Paris any day. When shopping strategically, it helps to be familiar with your turf – and also to have at least a square millimeter of extra room in your suitcase (I did not.)
- The TTC isn’t so bad after all. Hey Paris? It’s called air conditioning.
- French guys really people are kind of skeezy. When I was 21, I was flattered by the attention – the cat calls, the impressed stares, the random marriage proposals. A (slightly) more mature Lauren is just like “FAH Q, PRECK!”
3 years of Bartending in Windsor will do that to a dame.
My god, how I miss it. You have no idea.
For more from my trip to Paree, check out this massive Flickr set!
Now, I’m off to get ready for Space Ibiza at Sound Academy. It’s the closet thing I’ll get to DEMF this weekend *grumble grumble*
No… not right now they can’t, because they’re too busy raving.
If I didn’t have to work, I’d be hopping into my car faster than Blake Lively running into Leonardo DiCaprio’s arms after Bar peaced out.
Ayo! <- #Hater
I’ve been burning the midnight oil working on fashion week coverage over the past couple of days. Five posts are now live on my CosmoTV blog, and one more (a video post) is on the way – plus an interview for veedubz! Took the city by storm, Fashion week did. The hashtag is STILL bumping.
Thanks for the photo, Rowenta!
It’s for occasions like this, when I really need to adhere to a strict blogging time limit but also want to post something fun and silleh and EXCLYOOSIVE, that I keep a folder of “unused-but-usable” video clips. Maybe one day I’ll string them all together and compose an alternate version of my life, a la Wake up, Ron Burgundy.
They can show it at my funeral, while my melted down vinyl body bumps out tunes like Run DMC’s “It’s like that” and Daft Punk’s “Around the World” and pretty much everything by Queen and the entire soundtrack to Les Miserables.
It’s going to be a sick party.
Anyhoo, I haven’t seen the following bit since August. It made me laugh a little bit when I watched it just now, and then it made me rage out with memories of my own incompetence, and then it made look forward to the summer because HEY, GUESS WHAT HAMMER OF STRENGTH? I’ve been training, and you’re frickin’ dead. The first part of that sentence is a lie. The second is not.
Yeah, yeah, I already know about the video matting and how crappy it looks and I don’t care, super keener. I did this one on my PC with Windows Live Movie Maker and… just shut up.
I will gladly trade my first born child to anyone willing to build me a setup like that in Toronto… or rather, I would if I hadn’t already promised away my first 5 kids. You can have baby number six if I can afford to keep some surrogate pumping out my bartering tokens, kay?
Dope song in that vid, btw. Lights, by Ellie Goulding – The Bassnectar Remix. Love it.
(via games radar)
That pretty much made my life… until I saw this:
and then this:
Now please get off the damn computer and enjoy what’s left of your weekend. For serious. Sunshine, pumpkins, running shoes weeeee!
Looking for a sure-fire way to get yourself ogled by balding lunchtime cocktailers and repressed office workers during your lunch break? (I know you are!)
Don a plaid jumper and take a little walk around Toronto’s harbourfront on a sunny day.
Pretend that you’re a Texan tourist and ask some bored looking gentlemen if they would “so kindly take my picture with this here big Canadian boat, please?” for maximum effect.
The school girl look is in, I hear. Am I accidentally on trend for once?
If you think those photos are hot, you’re a creep.
If you think that photo’s hot, you’re probably a super loli manga creep.
Seriously – who the heck would send their little girl out of the house wearing that blue dress? This must have been drawn back in the olden days when it wasn’t a faux pas to reveal your panties in class.
It had to have been pre-1990, because that’s the year I got in trouble for taking off my pants to show off some “miss piggy muppet baby” knickers.
Then again, I DID go to a Catholic school and they were pretty strict about things like… showing your underwear to everybody at recess.
A nun made my mom stand in a garbage can when she was a little girl for doing that very same thing. True story (sorry mom).
I wonder what nuns wear under their little nun capes… NUNderwear, perhaps? Waka waka waka!
ANYWAYS, back to the jumper that inspired this here blog post.
I scored that rad dress two years ago from a friend who didn’t fit into it anymore.
Sometimes being puny comes in handy.
First person to tell me the name of Ranier Wolfcastle’s character in “Undercover Nerd” – shot in Toronto, btw – wins a hat. A real live hat! Hint: Der geeks shall inherit de Earth!!!
This weekend was phenomenally gawjuss. More on that later, ’cause I’ve got to go write about things that AREN’T beloved hand-me-down dresses now. Boooring…
PS – Anybody who can tell me where to buy something like this for her wall gets two hats. I have too many hats and not enough Bowser.
Happy Monday, paymps and smitches!
I slept three hours last night… and four the night before that.
I’m a so sleeepy.
I said that just like Mario in Super Mario 64, because today (believe it or not) is our favourite Japanese-Italian-American plumber’s 25th birthday!
Yah, hoo, WAHOO!
(If you couldn’t tell, I just did a triple jump.)
25-years ago today, little 8-bit Mario and his merry band of freaks (I mean that in the kindest way, of course. Come on, he rolls with a freakin’ anthropomorphic mushroom! That’s freaky.) made their debut in Super Mario Bros. for NES. Since then, he’s sold 222 millions games worldwide.
Not bad for a 25-year-old. Almost makes Zuckerberg look like a slacker.
Heh heh heh…
You know who’s not a Slacker? Steve the frick Nash.
I interviewed him for vitaminwater last night at the after party for his new film ‘into the wind’ and I must say, of all the famous people I’ve ever worked with he was definitely one of the nicest. And most accomplished. And cutest.
Okay, I’m crushing. He’s the most ridiculous man in the FREAKING WORLD! I’m allowed to crush a little bit.
Hyaaaaw is part one of the interview. Part two is a lot more hilarious, I promise – if only for the mental image it will conjure of Shaq on a skateboard:
Strombo and Kevin Spacey were really nice too.
George gave me a compliment that made my night – and made feel way more confident in my oh-so-slightly risque outfit (I was feeling hecka punky around all of the fancy T.O. socialites and PR ladies).
Mr. Spacey was funny and gracious towards all of his
Unfortunately, a couple of other celebrities (bad karma to name names) were not so gracious.
Some (okay, one) were downright prizzicks. Jokes on YOU fool – you may be incredibly talented, but your black soul will bring you a lack of sweet street parking spaces in the future.
So, like I said in the vw post, the Nash Bash was insane.
Fivefloors of stylized Canadiana (think kitsch meets swank meets… moose), free top-shelf open bars at every turn (I was working so my XXX was boozeless, but still!), tons of servers walking around with minature gourmet foods (I liked the salmon tartar on lotus root crisps because it sounds fancy when I say that) and, obviously, lots of hotties.
Best house party I’ve been to in… well, probably ever. At least in Canada.
But that’s because this was no ordinary house. This was iconic Canadian artist Charles Pachter‘s house / gallery.
You want to meet a cool dude? Go meet Charlie Pachter. Phenomenal character with an equally eccentric abode. I interviewed him too, and that’ll be up sometime soon I hope, ’cause it was a good one. (EDIT – Tharr she BE!)
Now, off me back to work I go because this lunch break is just about over and I want to grab some java and sunshine while I have the chance.
Back to the vitaminwater backyard again this evening for more tiffity goodness.
I’d love to give you a heads up as to which A-Listers will be there tonight, but sheeeet I never really even know until I get there myself and my bosses are like “Hey. Jutin Long‘s over there. Go say hi.”
The pink-haired hottie is my girl Carly, if you didn’t already know that.
I was super nervous about meeting him due to my decade long crush. Seen Jeepers Creepers?
Me too, about a hundred times when I was 13.
Thank heavens for deep breaths and Depends!
Jk, jk… I learned to control my nervous bladder when I graduated from highschool, thank you vurry much.
There may be an extreme heat alert in place right for Toronto right now, but sweater weather is almost here.
I can feel it. Heck, I can SEE it:
That doggy‘s all ready for the fall time with his fuzzy wool coat but are YOU, fleshbot?
I didn’t think so.
Hoomins (and sphynxies) need to cover up when it gets chilly outside.
This Super Mario Sweater will definitely keep you warm, and it’s undeniably sweet – but it’s also $435.For one sweater.
According to JoyStiq, for that price you could have two Nintendo Wiis, a Playstation 3, an Xbox 360, a top of the line netbook or a bunch of knives or something.
You know, something I could wear every day.
The irony is that anyone who would drop that much on one item of clothing probably isn’t a gamer to begin with and wouldn’t want to wear something to tragically nerdcore.
I am not one of said snobs. I want this sweater SO EFFING MUCH right now.
Hey Shigesato Itoi – my birthday is in November… wink wink, nudge nudge