You haven’t lived until you’ve watched submarine racing.
It’s tough to follow, and you need to use all five senses (possibly a sixth and seventh if you are a werewolf, vampire, or anything else that is cool with teenage TV viewers these days…), but it can be highly rewarding.
It’s just tough when one sub fault-starts, and they have to go back and begin all over again…
So, I’m not the most religious guy in the world.
In fact, I’d prefer to have as little to do with religion as possible, but I believe religion, money, and politics are the “big three” things you’re not supposed to talk about in public (even though we talk about money and politics on this blog all the time…), so I’ll leave religion out of this.
However, isn’t this a bit creepy?
I mean, I understand the concept of a cross hanging from your neck, or over your door, but a crown of thorns?!?!?!
And even if you ARE that religious, maybe remove it for showings of your $800,000 home?
Bell or Rogers?
Staging is so simple, right?
Forget about de-cluttering your home, removing all the furniture, renting modern furniture that looks good and is to scale with the room, painting, changing light fixtures, updating appliances, etc.
Just go with the standard three bottles of water on the kitchen counter, and you’re set!
But isn’t it supposed to be San Pellegrino?
What the heck is this?
77 Lombard Street is a great building, no doubt.
I have two clients here, and both are very happy.
But this building is known for having the darkest, creepiest hallways of any condo in Toronto.
The ceilings are 6’6″, which doesn’t help the “I’m walking through a modern cave” feeling…
If you’re looking for some refill paper for your 1986 dot-matrix printer, I found some!!!
How old do you think the house was that still had a box of this stuff in the basement?
It was like going into a time capsule. If 30-year-old computer paper was sitting prominently on the desk in the basement, just imagine what else I saw…
She’s a ‘beaut, aint she?
Go figure – this was four feet from the computer paper. I got a sweet workout while my clients checked out the upstairs…
Not meaning to hammer on old folks today, but I found this “warning” to be equal parts funny, sad, and somewhat helpful:
And last but not least, I find two things VERY wrong with this notice in the elevator of my condo:
1) They actually present an option for the reader – “to toss, or not.”
2) They act as if you can cure “assholeitis,” which many condo-dwellers in Toronto suffer from, whereby you simply toss your cigarette butt off your balcony, as you’ve always done, as you always will do, forever, and ever, amen.
I want to meet the person that said, “Huh, I never thought tossing my cigarette butt of the balcony was bad, but now that I see this notice, I’m going to stop doing it.”
This goes on in every condo, everywhere, and it will never stop. This is a waste of paper, in my opinion…
Happy Monday, Folks!