I frequently turn the tv to weather network’s station and then leave it there.
They were sitting on the patio, drinking coffee, when it walked out from the brush, and headed straight towards them.
Peacocks are, of course, indigenous to Southern Ontario.
Proud of you, Canada. So proud.
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.
Or, you know, maybe they could let us watch them? Please?
I’m asking nicely because I’m Canadian.
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.”
“GREAT. BIG. SEA.”
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.