“That guy looked like Jeff Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” I remarked about a customer who had just left the bike shop.
Yann shook his head, “I don’t remember that movie.”
“You watched it with me! As soon as I show you a photo you’re going to be like, ‘Oh! Oh! I ‘member.'”
How convenient is it to have a smartphone on hand to jog somebody’s shitty memory? Except for when your garbage short-term memory causes you to forget where you put your phone.
Since 2008, I had been using a Sony Vaio with Windows Vista OS. Over a year ago, Microsoft ended its “Extended Support”, prompting irritating daily popup reminders every time I wanted to use the computer.
To preserve a vintage feel to the Vaio, I was also using an out-of-date Chrome browser.
Back when I had my original blog, lkvy.com, I made somewhat of an effort to make my website aesthetically pleasing. This was a decade-long struggle for me, trying to keep up with the current webdesign standards using a frightfully slow PC that couldn’t handle a pirated version of Photoshop.
Now, it’s 2018 and I’m using a laptop from 2008, which is around the time I cancelled my original blog. I didn’t feel like rediscovering how crummy I still was at graphic designing using free software on an outdated computer.
Since my coloured art markers weren’t dried-out, I created a logo the old fashioned way: on actual paper. I then taped my masterpiece to my monitor: “This looks good. If only there were a way for others to see this brilliance.”
When you can’t get done what you want to get done, you pay others to get it done. A big thanks to Kristina for converting my rustic hand-drawn logo to a resizeable vector illustration.
With the recent surge in daily hits, I figured it was about time for an “about me” page to help any new readers decide whether I am “right for them”.
If you have extra time to piss away, do you want to be pissing here? I have carefully assembled a team of 269 words to help you make this decision.
What’s left to do is finding one or two recent photos of myself to help people decide whether they’d be able to stand seeing more photos of me.
For now, here’s a vintage gif of me licking a plastic hippo’s butt.
The title of this entry makes me sound sophisticated, right?
I think this is why Anglo-Canadians like to randomly incorporate French when writing. I once read a menu that was printed entirely in English except for “haricots verts”. Oh, green beans, you mean?
I’ve frequently seen sandwich boards announcing the “soup du jour”. Yes, Anglo-Canadians are refined enough to know that “du jour” is French for “of the day”.
But the word “soup” is English. The French word for soup is…
