If you live in downtown Toronto, odds are good that you've gotten phone-spam (an unsolicited sales pitch left on your voicemail or answering machine) from Boris the Mover.
Today, when I got home, the little red light on the machine was blinking. I pressed play, and sure enough, it was Boris, for what must be the fourth or fifth time.
And then...
A second message, from some guy calling himself Reggie. Reggie also had cut-rate moving services to sell, with his pitch delivered in a execrable wannabe-British accent which sounded like a bad cross between Queen Elizabeth and Robin Leach.
Before signing off with a high-pitched "Cheerio!", 'Reggie' left his phone number. Quelle surprise -- it's the same number that Boris left. Nice try, dumbass.
Meanwhile...
I didn't realize that I qualify as a "Toronto blogging personality" (there must be some mistake, surely), but blogging.to is a new blog that collects and publishes posts from a number of us bloggers here in the GTA.
Chris still seems to monkeying with the code a bit, but go over and check it out for a quick overview of what's happening in this corner of the blogosphere.
And tonight, I really must do laundry, as even my emergency backup supply of clean underwear has hit bottom. Oh, joy.