Digital Phone Not

You might think that if you have an Island Tel digital phone on PEI, you also have an Island Tel digital phone in Ontario. This is, alas, not the case for the Bell Canada digital network uses a different frequency than the Aliant network, and so you’re stuck with analog service in Ontario unless you have something called a “tri-mode” phone.

The Big Impact of this is that a phone that you might be used to charging once every 3 or 4 days on PEI has to be charged every 8 hours or so when you’re in Ontario because the analog network requires more juice to connect to.

This means that a long work day followed by a night out will outlast your phone.

I’m fairly certain that Island Tel mentions this when you first sign up for digital service, but it bears repeating, esp. because the battery drain is so dramatic.

Mitch Cormier

Hey, CBC web god Mitch Cormier has a website. See pictures of Mitch’s kitchen in living colour and hear tales of his travels across the country.

Chapters Indigo become irrelevant

First there were the “you must pay for your magazines before having a coffee” billboards in the stores, then the censored version of the Internet on the in-store net kiosks, now they’re taking out the comfortable chairs. Is there any reason left to shop at Chapters Indigo?

Their bookstores are now simply shopworn holding pens for poorly trained ill-read staff with a paltry collection of newly released books masquerading as a “huge selection.”

Now that all the fun things about their stores will be gone (stop by, read some magazines, have a coffee, buy some books), why would anyone go there? Go to Amazon.com for selection, and the locals, who still have a soul, for browsing.

Or, better yet, go local for everything. If the Bookmark wasn’t so claustrophobic and the Reading Well not so moldy, we’d be set up pretty well in Charlottetown.

McCafé

Mom and Dad and I visited the new McDonalds restaurant in Waterdown tonight. This new-style McDonalds has a McCafé section, which tries to be a sort of “Starbucks amidst the hamburgers.” Here’s what went wrong:

  • The tasty-looking baked goods in the display case were not, in fact, for sale. The cashier revealed that “they’ve all been in there since we opened; we get the real ones from out back.”
  • Said cashier didn’t know what any of said baked goods actually were. This made ordering them difficult, and paying for them more so.
  • As a result, Mom ordered what she was told was a butter tart, but was actually a apple square.
  • There were no forks. I had to eat my chocolate cake with a plastic spoon. Actual quote from employee I requested a fork from: “I’m not sure; I don’t really know what’s out here.”
  • Said chocolate cake was nothing to write home about.
  • Dad’s muffin was served to him from the “they’ve all been in there since we opened” display case. Not a Good Sign.
  • Said muffin was dry and tasteless.
  • They were out of regular coffee, only had decaf.
  • Entering all of this into the touch screen on the cash register required significant technical support from the manager.
  • The “Cafécinno” that I ordered had none of the refreshing quality of the Tim Horton’s version of same, and all of the consistency of 5W30 motor oil in Fort McMurray in winter. It tasted sort of like old chocolate bars.
  • The decor inside this “new edge” McDonalds was, in Dad’s words, “like prison.” I compared it to Martha Stewart meets Ron Thom: grey, severe, metallic.
  • As a coup de grace, we were unable to exit the door we entered through without the careful manipulation of a piece of duct tape that was holding the latch open. Lord knows what would have happened if the archival baked goods had caught on fire and we were forced to exit in a hurry.
The irony of all this is that they took me to McDonalds as a respite from their local Tim Horton’s, which they claim has the worst service of any Tim’s around. Sigh.

Happy Birthday, Chris

It’s Chris Cudmore’s birthday today (Monday, March 31). So stop in at Roots on Queen St. and pass along your best wishes.