An online conversation I actually had today:
Online Friend: “So, did you vote yesterday?”
Me: ‘”No, I’m Canadian.”
Online Friend: “That’s no excuse!”
Really? I thought being legally ineligible to vote in a country I don’t live in was a pretty good excuse, actually. But I guess that’s just my opinion…
Since Colin and Emily moved to Orie-gone they are enjoying a west coast time zone, and are consequently three hours behind us. We always tease them that we are calling from the future, and how is it there in the past, anyways? Of course the joke gets old, but that doesn’t mean we stop saying it.
Adam and Colin have both just signed into i-Chat on their Macs to watch the end of the world series together (virtually) and talk about the game just as if they were in the same room, like we do for a lot of things since they have moved. But Adam is watching on Fox, Colin on TBS and fox is about 20 seconds behind. The i-Chat has no delay, but this means that Colin’s TV is essentially 20 seconds in the future. So now they’re trying to figure out how Colin is watching 20 seconds into the future, from three hours in the past.
Of course, Adam has had a few Steamwhistles and I am sure Colin is lubricating his World Series Experience in a similar fashion, so it makes the whole thing a lot harder for them to figure out too. They’re both quite befuddled about it now.
Sorry.
Yesterday I threatened to throw a snowball at someone in an Etsy forum thread and someone else commented that I could since I live in Canada and I replied that I was in Toronto and yeah, it gets cold enough for snowballs here, but in January, not october and then ten minutes later it started to snow. In October. In Toronto.
Emily found this in a community newspaper in Eugene, Oregon. At least it’s honest….
I just bought this great double-strong two-sided tape you can use to hang stuff on the wall named “No More Nails” and I thought Great, I hate nails. Too hard to work with and sometimes they get arrogant and really who needs mouthy hardware?
But then I thought about the name of the tape and thought that’s a pretty bald insult to the nail community as a whole. I mean how would I feel if a new occupation started calling themselves “No More Chemists?” I’d probably be pissed. Then I felt bad for nails being targeted like that and thought that maybe the tape could have come up with a less controversial, moe supportive name like, “Nails Are Great, But You Can Use Us Too,” but then I thought that’s a lame name for tape, though it isn’t that much worse than “No More Nails,” so maybe it might fly. Then I found out that even though this double sided tape replaces nails and you don’t have to put a hole in your wall, it rips off a giant strip of paint when you remove it, which pissed me off and so now I am feeling much more sympathetic to nails on the whole and their random persecution by this paint-peeling intruder. Screw you, No More Nails, I like my hardware just fine.
Anyone want a giant roll of double sided tape?
Our recent side-trip to Oregon gave me another chance to observe the odd American obsession with our Canadian money. Comments about the colour, denominations and nicknames for the cash (okay, I admit that “toonie” is a lame moniker) are ever-present when our Canadian currency is displayed and I have a couple of points for anyone with an unusual fascination with our moola:
1. I am really not sure that the Clown commuminty as a whole has one accepted form of currency, so please stop calling it “clown money.”
2. The colours help us tell them apart at a glance and reduce the risk of slipping a $50 bill to our cab driver instead of a $20 when we have been having a few too many at the bar. Good idea, no?
3. Stop trying to pull the middle out of the toonie. It’s way too hard, and besides, I think it is a federal offense.
4. Okay, so we don’t have a bill for anything under $5 anymore - just the one-dollar and two-dollar coins. But you can have a whole wad of cash in your pocket and still only have $7, whereas we can have $35 dollars worth of “just change” in our pockets and not even know it until we count it. I like good surprises.
5. Loonies may look like Pirate gold to you, but I can use it to get a coffee from Timmies while you are still trying to get the chocolate out of it.
Thank you. Carry on…
I’ve decided that more productive and faster-loading computer programs are not what I want. To hell with efficiency. When would I get in my daydreaming if not while waiting for photoshop to open?
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