Fireworks indeed.
Wow – June, where have you gone. You swept into my life and floated on through pretty quickly. Now it’s Canada Day, the day we celebrate our country and all it’s glory and the such… I winder if we should have an anti-Canada Day, kind of like how the night after Halloween is All Saints Day… We could have a day right before Canada Day where we take the time to remember all the stupid shit our country has been responsible for – infected blankets, our history with the KKK, the hanging of Louis Riel, the FLQ, a Tim Hortons in Afghanistan…
I think it would help highlight our country’s strengths like universal health care, a vibrant economy and so much fucking hockey you could build a whole town from the timber we happily turn into hockey sticks. Yep,
In other news, my beach date went well. Aussie girl and I walked the beaches for a couple hours, pausing to watch a great sunset – the mountains here make for some fantastic scenery – especially when the disgusting oil and shipping barges fade into the darkness with only their lights to shine on the water – I wish I had my camera. The date went well, with us making plans to meet tonight when she is done her 12 hour shift at the hospital – we will search for fireworks, and by god we will find them.
I got a solid second round of sleep this morning – out like a light – I woke up in a daze – confused and exceptionally warm on my arm – I realized that the 11 o’clock sun happens to squeak through the tiniest of cracks in my shades and falls right onto my bed – I guess I’m never there to have that happen at 11. I like that feeling of being so deep in sleep that you wake up totally disoriented – it’s refreshing. Now I just need a coffee and I’ll be on track.
posted by Mike Fly at 12:16 PM
1 Comments:
While I don't really agree with the murders, etc., I do understand that the FLQ had a political beef; so I wouldn't really classify them as a terrible canadian phenomenon (mostly because they're generally characterized as a Quebec-specific "front", and because they might have had some actual reason to be upset).
Second, I don't understand why you hate hockey so much; you'll fill your pants in excitement over what (to me, anyway) is another generic improv show, but you'll turn around and hate on people with different interests, simply because they have those interests.
Why not hate on the fact that every Canadian television series has to sit gleefully masturbating in the fact that it's Canadian: "Anne of Green Gables," "Road to Avonlea," "Beachcombers," (dare I say) "Corner Gas," "Street Legal," "Danger Bay?"
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