The windows are open, and I can hear no less than six separate fireworks displays going off around my neighbourhood.
Proud of you, Canada. So proud.
People who say “Ta-ran-nuh” instead of “Toronto”.
I mean, saying “Torono” (the last t is fairly soft in Ontario’s accent and gets dropped a lot) is passable, but there is no A in this city’s name. It’s not funny.
There should be an option where Canadian internet users can filter out all the videos in Google searches that we can’t watch because we’re in Canada and not in the US.
Or, you know, maybe they could let us watch them? Please?
I’m asking nicely because I’m Canadian.
(via learntocheat)
A post from a friend on Facebook reminded me that my school was the only school who didn’t show their students Téléfrançais. I felt cheated that every single French Immersion student I met after elementary school got to watch this disturbing pineapple teach children French and I didn’t.
The header image on wikipedia for Canadian Cuisine portal-whatever is a picture of poutine.
Internet, you’ve done Canada proud.
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Ordinary Day - Great Big Sea
“Will & Kate are here!”
“THAT’S COOL, BUT, GREAT BIG SEA IS HERE.““But Will & Kate are royalty!”
“YOU DON’T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND. GREAT. BIG. SEA.”
“Wha-“
“GREAT. BIG. SEA.”
Jack’s seat in the House of Commons today when Parliament resumed.
We miss you Jack.
(via fleshbonesandsoul)
A proud moment.
My mother is very traditional in her beliefs. She’s 49 years old. She was raised on a farm, in a family of ten siblings. As the baby of the family she’s always had to look up to her parents and her older siblings for a real sense of right, wrong, and the way things should be run. As a result of her upbringing and her own beliefs of course, she’s always, without straying, voted Conservative in every Canadian election at any level. Every year I’ve tried to even open her mind to the possibility of another candidate, another party, having more positive change to bring to our lives than the Conservatives can. Every year, she’s ignored my efforts.
While we were leaving the Ontario election debates tonight I saw my mother pick up some NDP literature and a button with Cameron Dearlove’s name on it. Naturally, I playfully questioned her about it and her response was unexpected and powerful.
“It’s time for a change.”
Today, I am very proud of my mother.
My Drunk Kitchen Ep. 10: POUTINE!
Proof that no matter how drunk you are, you can’t mess up poutine.
