I've been back at work for a month. The transition has been scarily easy; my days quickly became bitterly concerned about documents and events that mere weeks ago merited no more than a polite nod whenever someone in my company would mention them, mostly because I'd lobotomized myself against the lexicon of bureaucratese. Like most of the
First the bad news: Ottawa Diva went back to the office this week after nearly two years of being blissfully ignorant of cubicle culture. Example? When she needed help with the printer, she told the new admin not to "disrespect" her technological capabilities. Clearly, Diva needs to re-learn the language of 9-to-5. Asking her boss if he
Check it: The ELgiN StreEt iRReguLars blog. Best served with a side of "WTF??"
Below is my pseudo-interview with Beware! The Leopard concerning Saturday night’s gig at Avant-Garde Bar and Gift Shop. And by pseudo, I mean fake, since I was too busy rocking out to titanic tracks like Big House and Gaza to think of pulling out paper and a pen to conduct a proper and professional review of The Leopard’s first show in
I’ve been known for doing things half-assed. Case in point? Ottawadiva.COM. I purchased it in haste, too impatient to wait until the next day (or even an hour later) for the .ca to be ready, since its unavailability that night was merely a technical issue. I wanted my own domain, dammit! No error message advising of temporary technological
Ottawa Diva is my sixth blog in just over three years. I'm amazed I've kept any regular readers throughout the various incarnations of the wordy side of myself, fickle font schizo I am. Yet I'm glad I have, even though I oscillate on a daily basis between calling it quits or changing all of my privacy settings to "activated", and calling A-Channel
Dear Chris, Moving from my small Saskatchewan patelin to Big Bad Ottawa felt much like I imagine moving from Ottawa to, oh, say, Toronto might. Because there are economies of scale to be had when moving to a bigger city, right? For me, this meant that the liquor store down the street should be open at least until an hour after the bars close,
If Ottawa Diva didn't have so many legs, she would aspire to be a Rideau Valley Roller Girl. (Uh, is that girl on the right holding a WHIP?) As it is, she's gotta blogroll this site to remember to go back and purchase some merchandise. Two-sizes-too-small tank top, here a super-sticky Ottawa Diva-in-August comes!
Not only is Ottawa hip, it's the whole f---ing leg. Who knew? Yes, who knew that the city they once called SILICONE NORTH would be full of BLOGS, and stuff? And here's one of them: Ottawonk. Haven't really read it yet to see if it sucks, but Dude drops the c-bomb - BLAM! - right away in the sidebar, and Ottawa Diva appreciates good
F---. There I go, spending two whole Parisian nights designing this f---ing blog and, what? C sends me a link to ANOTHER chick's blog which is pretty similar to my idea. (Except I plan to swear a lot f---ing more to get my f---ing point across.) It's spooky. I read girlaboutotown's "About" page, and I think I could have written it myself. I
Ottawa Diva is a spoiled bitch. The idea for this website came to her during a three-month stint in Paris in 2009. She put down her Grand Marnier and Nutella crêpe only long enough to ask, "Why don't I love Ottawa like I love Paris?" And then she kept eating. The answer, she thought, was all about attitude. Paris has it; Ottawa... well... not
