Month: March 2006

Not 5 minutes ago Elizabeth Vargas asked me to log on to “John Stossel’s Web Page“. I almost jumped off the Chesterfield and hit my black and white television with my Fanta. Good thing it does not have a remote or I would’ve thrown it.

Log on
(v.) To make a computer system or network recognize you so that you can begin a computer session. Most personal computers have no log-on procedure — you just turn the machine on and begin working. For larger systems and networks, however, you usually need to enter a username and password before the computer system will allow you to execute programs. Alternative spellings for log on are log in and login.

Sure, I’ll log on just as soon I insert this hot link.

The use of log on is one of the top ten things that drive me mental. I especially hate it on television — where do they get the writers for 20/20 anyway? Luddite land? Do they make copies there on ditto paper too? And I’m no ageist nor am I a youngster. (I typed my papers in university on a typewriter. I know what correction tape is and I called a high school kid young man last week, cracking my friend K. up in the process).

But damn it, people. Visit. You visit a website … unless visit is old now too. How about go to the web page. Just go.

Go. Geez.

And while I’m at it, why does Stossel only have a “Web Page” — can’t they get him a whole site?

I bought the entire set of TTC subway station buttons. I kept a few for myself (the stops where I’ve lived or worked) and I brought the rest to work to share with my colleagues. Some people thought they were cool and some thought I was weird to buy them — nevermind give them away. (I am both cool and weird. I am also told I’m rather hot but I don’t go there in my blog.)

The nice Spacing people recently released the Scarborough RT & Sheppard line buttons. And I must have them! I lived in Scarborough (shh!) when they built the RT and even remember when the train used to go around that big concrete circle above Kennedy station (if you remember this too please tell me) —  they had to change that because it didn’t work well. (Or at least I think this was the reason. I was really just a baby then and I could not read about it in the popular press).

And I won’t even start to talk about my teenage trips to the Scarborough Town Centre. Oh the shopping for all things Benetton.