1. Sometimes I forget things. Like, sometimes I forget about this song, and how it is amazing, and how clearly the Arrogant Worms are early adopters because they were singing dumb songs about pirates before pirates were hip. We were listening to Semi-Conducted on the way home from the folk festival, and decided that, while Canada cannot really be said to have a national musical style, verily, this song is a Canadian classic, representative of the best This Nation has to offer.
2. So, Vanity Fair has declared Carla Bruni to be the new Jackie O., and, along a similar line, I would like to brazenly make the statement that, should he win the election, Obama will be the new Pierre Trudeau, a reference that none of my American friends will get.
3. I’ve realized that my writing process seems to involve a lot of pacing about.
4. I love the coffee shop in Port Elgin. I love it because my often-elusive London Fog is actually a menu item. I love it because the coffee is great. I love it because it is easily holding it’s own against the mediocre, corporate-owned, Starbucks-wannabe franchise coffee shop across the street from it, which, in turn, renews my faith in the citizens of Port Elgin. And also yesterday when I went a nice man paid for my coffee for no reason other than I AM SO CHARMING, YES FRIENDS, IT IS TRUE.
5. It seems that all of my former co-workers who were horrible and mean to me during my brief stint slinging shitty coffee at Tim Horton’s a few years back are now employed at the new Shopper’s Drug Mart and are, yes, still stuck in Port Elgin, which, let’s face, it, is kind of a shitty place, good coffeeshops notwithstanding. This renews my faith in karma.
6. Dear LA County Sheriff’s Office and/or LAPD and/or Batman (but mostly Batman): Please fix the minor crimewave that appears to be occurring near my neighbourhood before I get back next weekend. Thanks.
7. I am working on a super-duper blog makeover! And it is going terribly, probably because I always get ideas like “it’s time to completely redesign my blog!” while I am drinking homemade margaritas. Yay! Yay for terrible! Yay for tequila!
8. Bless me, father, for I have sinned: I really liked Mamma Mia.
9. I think I might have a tapeworm.
do American’s really not know Trudeau? Or David Suzuki? Do they only know Celine Dion? Damn, we really must not look good in their books. Please tell them of our respectable Canadians, and renew their faith in the North Country.
I am pretty sure Americans don’t know Trudeau. And the main reason I’ve decided Obama is America’s Trudeau is because I’m tired of describing things as the Canadian version of an American thing (ie: The Junos are the Canadian version of the Grammys), so I’m going to try, as much as possible, to describe American things as being American versions of Canadian things, thereby implying that the Canadian version is a) the original and b) better.