Introducing Gussaci

I'm always on the look out for fake COACH bags.  They have become relatively affordable - one has to ask why even bother with a fake.  So I spied this little number on the GO this morning - crying out for my critical inspection:

So naturally the crazy "G"s look like "C"s and I do the obligatory eyeroll/COACH eval and spy the little gold placard on the bag, denoting this spectacular show piece as genuine "GUSSACI".  What is this?  Almost Versace and not quite Gucci?  Don't all bags look like this nowadays?

Anyway - I looked up this burgeoning new style piece today,  here's what we know, with points in question highlighted....its almost grammatically correct - sounds like Mr Quanhai Li used Google Translator:

 

Company Name:

Gussaci Leather Co., Ltd.

Business Owner:

Mr. Quanhai Lin

Employees:

101 - 500 People   (Well how many are there????)

Main markets:

North America Eastern Europe Western Europe

Business Type:

Manufacturer, Trading Company

Product/Service:

Handbag,belt,wallet,trolley

About Us:

GUSSACI is an Italian brand,which is founded in Florence Italty by Mr.Chen in 1988.Due to continuous self-improvement over the past two decades, GUSSACI have a unique fashion, simple, generous style, and customers are all over the world. In 2005 GUSSACI set up a second R & D Center in Guangzhou, China, which take advantage of relatively low labour cost to reduce production cost so that help customers have more profit space and make the perfect quality of GUSSACI increase the new value space also.We are proud of have a modern technical and experienced administration team & a huge design team including 6 designers .At least 8 new styles are worked out each day (since 1988??? Thats 24384 styles to date people!!!!).The fashion and elegant design with exquisite workmanship attracts global buyers' eyes. Welcome friends all over the world come to our company to discuss cooperation!

Looking for Gussaci sightings.......let me know!!!

The giving tree has died

I know I know.  Giving this year is down over 34%.  But I too, am just so tired of it.  i can't get into the LCBO in Oakville without having to pay the toll of supporting some local team learning the art of fundraising at the door!  Thanks but no thanks....I already have a broken candy cane little girl.  While it may seem unlikely - I give all year to those more destitute than I, till I just can't give no more (notice I said 'more destitute than I').  I give to church, I give to breast cancer, I support 2 World Vision kids, I'm building AIDS kits for Africa and any mustache growing, cookie-chocolate bar-wrappingpaper-magazine-gift card-candycane sellin, soccer playing, bicycling, jump-roping, homeless, jobless, penniless, foodless, bell jingling, sick, indigent, limbless, busker with their hat out gets what I've got. I will NOT however support the street sleepers and tunnel dwellers, as I have already supported the facility that WANTS TO HELP THEM....maybe I should just hand out maps to the shelters! The charity line on my tax return rivals the actual taxes remitted line.....its true.  But I tell ya - for this year anyway - its over. I am suffering donor fatigue.  Some things are planned, and I've committed, and the lost shoe money brings me no heartache - but the latest "Save the Lady Bugs", or "Would You Like to Round Up your Receipt to Help Tibetan Monks Read" campaign will have to wait I'm afraid - cuz I need winter boots.  Possibly I should put out a can on my desk that says "Warm Chris's Feet Fund" and if I put a cute Panda Bear logo on the jar, people will just naturally support....right? Anyone?  Yes dear readers.....the giving tree is leafless, and sadly my roomy may just have to work a bit harder to compensate the community for my disdain.

Next year I'm giving it all to the zoo, to a fella named Marty.......

Maybe a little too relaxed?

So its a chilly night on "the way..."  At the ripe hour of 6pm, I find myself nestled in bed, planning to study for my Italian final.....but more focused on my just delivered pizza.  Recall the scene in Home Alone where Kevin finally gets his cheese pizza in bed and doesn't have to share?  I know this glory.  No damn peppers or crazy assed thai chili sauce or of all things broccoli...its just a straight pepperoni with mushroom on half!  Ahhhhhhhh, good times.  Speaking of good times, remember that show?  Why do we continue to see chronic Seinfeld flashbacks and million year old episodes of "Becker"...where are the Good Times and Jeffersons?  C'mon people!

So I'm concerned that my blog hasn't gone viral....I really thought I could make mediocrity popular....I'm barely drumming up a light rash of interest here...sigh.

So I'm hunkering down to ride out the rest of the week - but it is also Glee night, so mustn't forget my priorities.  I have all the lights on in the house.  Just cuz I can......the light police are out partying, so I'm livin large.  Don't forget the Lyrics on again......wow its a bad show.  Who knew Sugar Ray frontman Mark McGrath would sell out so drastically?  Tonight is a tribute to forgotten American Idol almosts.  Poor Elliot Yamin looking the littlest bit drunk, is singing his hearing impaired little heart out to "Susudio", just a tad off key.

So, back to the TTC.  I know there is a crusader in me somewhere in search of a plight.  I may have found it in the Red Rocket.  Lets face it.  Its dirty in the tunnels with all of the lepers and the mole people.  With the slop of winter upon us, it can only get worse.  Theres a lot of creepies on the cars that you'd just rather not get close to......but here's a nifty way to ward of the sidlers:

Just slip off your raunchy boots and put up your feet!  How laid back can ya get?  This guy had a good 2m of people buffer all around.  Offense is the new repellent.  Good on ya hobo Joe.

This in the news....Dad was sworn in to council today.  Its official, hes on the job.  The dump/recycling employees are surely stealing office supplies as we speak planning for the exodus.......

Hes called me to tell me that he got  a new cell phone, and feels he swindled Telus because he got a camera in his cell phone, and thinks he should have been charges for it.  Jesus.  He's got 3 bars signal...so he's riding high.

Theres something to be said for living in the sticks, where 3 bars is a triumph, and your biggest decision is black toque or orange toque.

Okay - gotta study.  Until I see the next hideous shoe, I'll be avoiding catching something infectious off of a handrail at Union.....

Ugly Shoe of the Week

WTF??  Has Browns Shoes lost their minds?  Who is gonna buy these? And further if you are wired up enough to want to buy these, you"ll probably want to save the listed 250$  to continue to stuff your crack pipe.  Thank you Michael Kors.......

This has been a tough week so far...I'm still not recovered from the big Tuesday cocktail party.....Got accepted to Ryerson...might also have a job....its been a big week.

So anyhow - I had planned to go on a rant tonight about the perils of earlobe stretchers.  Could someone please explain the appeal to me.  I only ask this as I had an encounter with an individual on the TTC that on a side glance, looked like he had elastic bands hanging from his ears.....turned out they were his previously stretched lobes.  i don't understand it.  No one currently popular is doing this are they?  What is the driver?  Please provide comment - I have to know.  Because I found it hard to coexist with this lobe-mutant, I had to move down the train car that resulted in me ultimately sitting beside a guy that grunted like Billy Bob in "Sling Blade".  Mmmhmmm.  Sigh - I can only reinforce, I am not a commuter.

The scene....9:50pm,  Big Bang droning on in the background (if you aren't watching this show, you should be, its very good).  Looking over Ryerson paperwork, drinking club soda.  Upcoming weeks are daunting as far as what I have to get done......... I really feel like some eggnog.  but not just a cup o classic sealtest yellow slurry - I want to gently fold in clouds of unctuous whipped cream, with a dust of cinnamon and a generous swish of amber rum...in a porcelain red mug, with a large enough opening that your nose could get whip cream on it but more that you can inhale the full aroma while you drink........that kind of egg nog.  Ahhh I'm going to bed.  :)