The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
My flights back, while long, were mostly boring and pain-free. Security, customs, baggage (ok baggage drop in Montreal was automated and the machine didn’t want to work until it did, but baggage claim was worry-free), connecting flight, all good. But now I’m jetlagged to hell and gone.
Cigarette advertising laws in Canada are just nuts. You can’t legally show any brand information beyond the brand name (in a standard typeface) and the packs are covered in YOU_WILL_DIE messages. It’s even on the cigarette filters. Every time I see shit like this, I think of Dennis Leary’s old comedy routine “I love to smoke”…
Nat’s cat was trying to helps me work this morning.
Don’t ask me how the conversation got there, but at one point we all got laughing about the weasel from an old Looney Tunes cartoon – to the point where my dad had to hold his chest surgery scar because it was hurting too much to laugh. Then he tried made an impression of it.
Classic.
That table hasn’t had that many people around it in a long time.
