every day i thank jesus for BBM

5:14 pm DJPete: Honey Badger

5:15 pm monica.heisey: ... say what now.

5:16 pm DJ Pete: Youtube. Honey Badger. Watch it and report! Love dad.

rump stump thump

There is a little brick laneway between the courtyard where my flat is and the main street that runs in front of it. It is a very convenient way to get out to the main road and also to and from the grocery store at the end of the road.

Yesterday, in the throes of research, I went on an emergency Diet Coke run, and ended up picking up a few other groceries as well. With my arms full, I headed back home. As I walked through the little laneway area, I met a man halfway through. He had one arm and was really smiley. I'd never met anyone else in the alley before, so I didn't realize it was not big enough for two people to pass through comfortably until it was too late.

Google search complete wanted me to search for "Winklevoss twins". NOT PERVY ENOUGH.

And by "too late", I mean "the man with one arm slapped my butt with his stump, winked at me, and walked along."

this is what they think of us.

At a "North American-style" breakfast party; streaky bacon, orange slices, legitimate maple syrup and thick pancakes abound.

Brit 1: This breakfast is going to be wiiiiicked.

Lone Canadian: Are you trying to use North American slang to get in the spirit?

Brit 1: Yeah, dude.

Brit 2: Totally awesome breakfast.

Brit 3: Yeah! Cowabunga!

Qui vol cet oiseau?

Okay, Air Transat. Okay, people who take airplanes. We need to have a talk.

To Air Transat:
Your in-flight entertainment plan should definitely not have included Big Momma's House 3: Like Momma like Son, or whatever that nightmare was called. I did, however, greatly enjoy the periodic breaks for Spanish language lessons (me gusta los continental breakfast) and the Canadian trivia from 1991—which female singer had a mega-hit with the song "Black Velvet"? Now I know. It was Alannah Myles.

The main thing I wanted to talk about though, was the occasional cartoon you would put up that was just an airplane with a blinking light on the top of it, and a speech bubble saying "Who's driving this bird?". For one thing, it made me nervous about who, in fact, was driving said bird. For two, it made me really nervous that you guys also don't know how planes work. One of us should know that.

To people who take airplanes: