(Not A) Mission Statement

Today i spent some time pondering what this Bllarg...I mean blog's theme should be. I could go down the route of delightful Gwyneth Paltrow and post little pseudo intellectual paragraphs detailing my opinions as if they were arty-farty fact. I could give advice, or try out products like those 'Bump-it's' that look so amusing to me, or the sand away your leg hair thingy's that are clearly the Shamwow! for your legs. i don't have the comedic skills to write a witty topical news blog, nor do i have any pets/children/ghosts that I could blog about. So. To cut my ramblings off at the knees, i decided to write about nostalgia, poetry, movies and feminism (oh, don;t you be put off by the f-word, there's plenty of fun to be had discussing the inequality of women, honest!) i happen to know something about each of these things, and I hope you might be interested in at least one of them too.

Soda pop. To begin. As it happens i will be leaving the sunny city of Toronto in a month, and heading East to London. England. Not ontario. Oh god no. Anycajoodles, as an outsider in canada I have cautiously been able to observe the Canadian in her natural habitat. i have gotten quite close to them, without too many nasty encounters, and have even been surreptitiously living with one (posing as one of them with the help of a plaid shirt) for the past four years. Here are some of the particulars about this country and species i have noted in my journals:

1. 'Eh' is an amazing word! There's just nothing like it in England. It's the best way of asking if someone agrees with you without sounding really insecure.

2. Canadians are obsessed with plaid. yellow, red, green, it's seriously everywhere.

3. Raccoons continue to look like jailbirds to me. Yes, it has been five years since i first screamed and ran from a Raccoon but they continue to unnerve me.

4. In Canada you can see the horizon from almost anywhere.

5. Tim Hortons is the God of the north. I prefer the more traditional European deities to be perfectly honest.

6. Canadian's (or at least many that I've met) can be very 'keeping up with the Jones's.' Obsessed with hot tubs, snowmobile's, and plasma screen tv's.

7. Canadians talk. a lot. and not in a bad way. I spent the first few months that i was here practically mute in company, but soon i began to acquire the talent of growing gradually louder to keep the attention on yourself. or there's the attention grabbing non sequiteur. But seriously, in Canada it is not possible to venture outside of your hovel without having a lengthy conversation with at least one friendly stranger.