I Blame Facebook
Facebook has made me shirk my blog responsabilities. Well that and the Xbox that a procrastination fairy left at our house. Also I took a trip to Calgary, that was rather distracting. Oh, and also my thesis has gone to committee and I'm getting ready to defend. Such a lot of distractions to keep me from telling you the following random things that (now) occurred quite some time ago:
1. We went to see The Inconvenient Truth in Regina. Three things of note ocurred in connection to this adventure. The first was that we felt tremendous guilt as we drove Moby Dick, the new, big, white car, all the way to Regina with only two people in it. The second was that one of L's highschool classmates unexpectedly sat next to us during the presentation, which allowed us to solve the first problem on the way home since we gave him a ride back to Saskatoon. The third was that two silly girls sat next to me. SIGH. Dear reader, do you have any idea the will power I had to employ NOT to elbow them in the ribs or give them a much deserved wet-willy?
We all know that people who are not from here have a rather difficult time pronouncing Saskatchewan. If you watch the national news, you'll notice that almost all the anchors say it "wrong". That is they put the emphasis on the "e" instead of the second "a" which means that they say: saskatch-E-wan instead of sask-Atch-ewan. Al Gore, not being from Saskatchewan or even Canada is doubly disadvantaged and that is not even considering that he's southern and therefore will pronounce things oddly to begin with, pronounced the name of this province the "wrong" way...throughout his entire presentation.
I could understand a giggle from someone who had never heard the word pronounced by someone from outside the province, though how you could get through puberty without having that experience in this day and age I am at a loss to explain. But these vile girls giggled EVERY TIME.
Yes, every time the man said Saskatch-E-wan.
Can you imagine how many times he said it? It had to be at least 30 times in an hour and a half. How did they have the energy to continue giggling at the same thing, 30 times? Really? Really.
2. L and I were walking from Biology towards the E lot where our car was parked. It was a clear day in early April and I looked up into the sky. What do you suppose I saw gently gliding, looping, and soaring above our heads?
A plastic bag.
I do not mean that it was only ten or twenty feet above us, but perhaps a couple hundred. It was distinctly a plastic bag, though it was very far away; I could tell by the way it moved, by the shape of the falling object, and by its speed. We watched the thing sail downwards toward Innovation place and disappear behind some buildings. Curious as that was the second plastic bag drifting in the horizon was even more confounding. Where had they come from?
Suddenly, there it was, a tiny arrow-like object flying several hundred feet above us. I ask you, is it possible that someone **flushed** the two plastic bags? Why would someone have done that? What was inside them? And do planes really (REALLY?) eject toilet waste onto unsuspecting people below them?
1. We went to see The Inconvenient Truth in Regina. Three things of note ocurred in connection to this adventure. The first was that we felt tremendous guilt as we drove Moby Dick, the new, big, white car, all the way to Regina with only two people in it. The second was that one of L's highschool classmates unexpectedly sat next to us during the presentation, which allowed us to solve the first problem on the way home since we gave him a ride back to Saskatoon. The third was that two silly girls sat next to me. SIGH. Dear reader, do you have any idea the will power I had to employ NOT to elbow them in the ribs or give them a much deserved wet-willy?
We all know that people who are not from here have a rather difficult time pronouncing Saskatchewan. If you watch the national news, you'll notice that almost all the anchors say it "wrong". That is they put the emphasis on the "e" instead of the second "a" which means that they say: saskatch-E-wan instead of sask-Atch-ewan. Al Gore, not being from Saskatchewan or even Canada is doubly disadvantaged and that is not even considering that he's southern and therefore will pronounce things oddly to begin with, pronounced the name of this province the "wrong" way...throughout his entire presentation.
I could understand a giggle from someone who had never heard the word pronounced by someone from outside the province, though how you could get through puberty without having that experience in this day and age I am at a loss to explain. But these vile girls giggled EVERY TIME.
Yes, every time the man said Saskatch-E-wan.
Can you imagine how many times he said it? It had to be at least 30 times in an hour and a half. How did they have the energy to continue giggling at the same thing, 30 times? Really? Really.
2. L and I were walking from Biology towards the E lot where our car was parked. It was a clear day in early April and I looked up into the sky. What do you suppose I saw gently gliding, looping, and soaring above our heads?
A plastic bag.
I do not mean that it was only ten or twenty feet above us, but perhaps a couple hundred. It was distinctly a plastic bag, though it was very far away; I could tell by the way it moved, by the shape of the falling object, and by its speed. We watched the thing sail downwards toward Innovation place and disappear behind some buildings. Curious as that was the second plastic bag drifting in the horizon was even more confounding. Where had they come from?
Suddenly, there it was, a tiny arrow-like object flying several hundred feet above us. I ask you, is it possible that someone **flushed** the two plastic bags? Why would someone have done that? What was inside them? And do planes really (REALLY?) eject toilet waste onto unsuspecting people below them?
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Friday, May 25, 2007
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