Showing posts with label journalography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalography. Show all posts
14 November 2008
10 September 2008
The Last Frontier
We came back from an Alaskan cruise on Monday! We spent one week sailing up the inside passage and making port calls in Ketchikan, Juneau and Skagway, plus sea days in Glacier Bay and College Fjord.
Our friends got married at sea the first formal night. Short, sweet, and surprisingly moving, I didn't realize how choked up I get at these things -- especially in such an intimate setting with a dozen of your friends and family.
Best memories? The wedding photo of everyone on the staircase. ("Put your hand on her other cheek, please.") The gorgeous views of glaciers and mountains and whales and seals. Snorkeling in Ketchikan. Hottubbing at the back of the boat on frosty evenings. The White Pass railway trip up from Skagway to Fraser, BC. The brewpubs! (Sooo many new ratings!) Seeing Mount McKinley, the highest point in North America, on a clear day -- from Anchorage, more than 300km away! Panning for gold!!
Oddly enough, after watching a couple of Princess PopStar live performances, I have a strange urge to go and sing karaoke somewhere with my sister...
Our friends got married at sea the first formal night. Short, sweet, and surprisingly moving, I didn't realize how choked up I get at these things -- especially in such an intimate setting with a dozen of your friends and family.
Best memories? The wedding photo of everyone on the staircase. ("Put your hand on her other cheek, please.") The gorgeous views of glaciers and mountains and whales and seals. Snorkeling in Ketchikan. Hottubbing at the back of the boat on frosty evenings. The White Pass railway trip up from Skagway to Fraser, BC. The brewpubs! (Sooo many new ratings!) Seeing Mount McKinley, the highest point in North America, on a clear day -- from Anchorage, more than 300km away! Panning for gold!!
Oddly enough, after watching a couple of Princess PopStar live performances, I have a strange urge to go and sing karaoke somewhere with my sister...
30 January 2007
Re-Routing Humour
Last night en route to dinner at Jules, a lady stopped Juroo and I on the subway to ask us for directions.
Now, apparently there's a trick to asking for directions: you need to ask the Right Question.
She asked: "Is this the train that goes Southbound to King Station?"
Annnnd, since we were on the Eastbound platform, I immediately replied: "No, you have to go along that long corridor over there to get to the Southbo--" --by which time she had left with a hurried thank you. Meanwhile, we were left standing there, thinking, mulling over this response.
The truth was, we were also going Southbound. We just happened to be taking a different route.
Keep in mind that to transfer from North/South trains to East/West trains, there are two neighbouring TTC stations that do this: St. George Station (where you walk up or down a flight of stairs to transfer) and Spadina Station (where you walk more than 200 metres down a long scary corridor to transfer).
We were going to transfer trains at St. George, whereas we had just sent the woman off (going in the same direction as us) down that scary corridor.
So what happened? What was so funny?
Well, we got off at St. George Station to switch trains as planned. And we waited for the train to come... and waited... and yes, finally it came. We entered the car, we sat down... and lo and behold, There was the same woman, sitting by the doors, looking over at us incredulously.
She flashed us a hairy eyeball.
We had to move seats. (It became impossible to stop giggling.)
Now, apparently there's a trick to asking for directions: you need to ask the Right Question.
She asked: "Is this the train that goes Southbound to King Station?"
Annnnd, since we were on the Eastbound platform, I immediately replied: "No, you have to go along that long corridor over there to get to the Southbo--" --by which time she had left with a hurried thank you. Meanwhile, we were left standing there, thinking, mulling over this response.
The truth was, we were also going Southbound. We just happened to be taking a different route.
Keep in mind that to transfer from North/South trains to East/West trains, there are two neighbouring TTC stations that do this: St. George Station (where you walk up or down a flight of stairs to transfer) and Spadina Station (where you walk more than 200 metres down a long scary corridor to transfer).
We were going to transfer trains at St. George, whereas we had just sent the woman off (going in the same direction as us) down that scary corridor.
So what happened? What was so funny?
Well, we got off at St. George Station to switch trains as planned. And we waited for the train to come... and waited... and yes, finally it came. We entered the car, we sat down... and lo and behold, There was the same woman, sitting by the doors, looking over at us incredulously.
She flashed us a hairy eyeball.
We had to move seats. (It became impossible to stop giggling.)
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