I spent the last part of the weekend in Toronto with Nicole. We went shopping, and went to Ribfest.
I learned these things:
And one thing learned by another person, at Factory Direct:
I learned these things:
- At Ribfest: Just because a rib place won last year doesn't mean this year they have ribs that are even halfway decent.
- At Computer Stores: Most computer store owners have no clue if laptop DDR downclocks.
- There are parts of Toronto where there are one way streets as far as the eye can see, and they change direction mid way through. It's like living Chu Chu Rocket.
- There are some sketchy dealings at parking lots. The sign can say "$2.65 per half hour" but what that actually means is "$10 all day screw the rest of the sign".
- Silver Snail closes at 6 on tuesdays. I found this fact out at 6:30 after finding parking.
- There's capsule toy mario DS styluses. I got a bullet bill.
- Carnival games are still as sketchy as they always were. There's no actual relationship depending on what you win and how many times you actually win, it seems.
- a lot of games = a lot of customs
- I know where to go if I want to buy a model of R-2 Powered now. Too bad I don't care about R-2 Powered. if it was R-1, maybe...
- Venus versus Virus is a pretty good manga
- It's hard to find a place to buy floppies now a days
- Compusmart shut down all it's toronto stores. I found this out after searching for one for an hour
- Hernando's Hideaway is a really good restaurant - best mexican I've ever had
- Speghetti Factory + Closed due to power problem = Annoying
- Parking is HELL
- Rickard's Honey Brown isn't bad.
And one thing learned by another person, at Factory Direct:
- Defective ram is still defective even if you tell the customer "It's your computer" before letting them finish telling you what's wrong with it.


Comments
Angry female companions make their point more clearly parrotting what the bumbling, quiet male had told them earlier, making them sound intelligent and much more scary to deal with, thus allowing you to offer a store credit before she rips out your jugular and replaces it with a piece of non-Kingston mislabelled 256MB ram.