Canadian radio: it’s not all Barenaked Ladies and The New Pornographers up here
I submit that you haven’t lived until you’ve heard a rap about Quebec.
Or a country jig about New Brunswick.
I’m not even kidding. I think Canada’s tourism department promotes solely through their music industry. I had the radio playing for about five hours this afternoon and I think I head a little ditty about almost every province. It’s funny until you realize it’s like rapping about Idaho or singing a blues song about Florida.
The rest of the songs were just freaking weird. There was this one whose chorus consisted solely of the phrase “watch out for the fuzz” repeated about twenty times (this, interestingly enough, wasn’t a rap but some sort of upbeat folksy tune). I’m not denying that there are some really weird songs from the States, but these are weird in an entirely different way.
And now I can’t stop singing “Noooooova Scotia!” to the Oklahoma! melody. This may need to be a song rewrite in the near future.
ALSO:
I’m not embedding ’cause the screencap will haunt you. This is perhaps one of the creepiest videos involving chocolate bunnies on YouTube. Don’t watch if:
a) you can’t avoid thinking that putting eyes on something automatically makes it a living thing
b) you’ve had a bad experience with an iron/heat lamp/hair dryer
c) there are chocolate bunnies in the room
You’ve been warned.
I fall into category A, which may be why it’s so disturbing to me, but I don’t know. I mean, I know it’s just chocolate, but it’s bunny-shaped and has eyes. Peep death doesn’t bother me, but the fact that the chocolate bunny eyes seem to be staring into my soul is somewhat unsettling. Some of the comment-leavers seem sufficiently freaked out as well.
Haha, I hope you don’t watch it right before going to bed like I did.
Today’s song: Round and Round by Ratt
Olympics underway!
YAY Olympics! I love the Olympics, I always have. I think it’s pretty damn awesome that I got to saw the flame/insane crowds/other Olympic-related insanity.
I ALSO ENJOY THE LOGOS BECAUSE I’M LIKE THAT.
And we can always rely on the good contributors to Wiki to keep this as up-to-date as the news.
I also like to look at the flags. I like flags.
That is all.
Today’s song: Puppy Love by Scandy
I think I just won the gold medal in Sensory Overload
There’s a sort of freakish excitement of knowing that the Olympics are going on all around you (well, on most sides, at least).
Kate and I went downtown since we’re done with grad school horribleness for a few weeks.
There are SO MANY PEOPLE HERE. Here are some pictures.
This is why Stong’s is awesome.
Cambie Street/BC Place, where a lot of the events are happening.
More downtown insanity.
GIANT MAPLE!
Flags outside of the Olympic cauldron fence. It was the bluest sky I’ve ever seen.
Olympic flame! Yes, they fenced it in. Yes, people were bitching.
ALSO: we saw part of the Swiss team. It was pretty awesome. That is all. Fun day.
Today’s song: Someone to Love by Tofer Brown (quite fitting for Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?)
Give Me Homoscedasticity or Give Me Death!
Oh Canada, you silly country, even your statistics books involve weed.
This was the conclusion the Psyc 366 book came to on a section involving confidence intervals: “You can be reasonably confident your results are due to marijuana and not to chance.”
Best. Phrase. Ever.
Today was the Wrong Day to Wear Parachute Pants: A True Story
If I were to sum up the entire amount of rain I’ve observed over the span of my life, I’m honestly not sure if the total would be more than the amount of rain I observed tonight.
Seriously.
It was raining as usual when I left the psych building, and it was still raining as usual once I got off the #41 and crossed the street to wait for the #7. The bus wasn’t scheduled to arrive for another 7 minutes, so rather than walk home in the rain (and this was one of the best decisions I’ve made, just wait), I decided to just stand there and wait for it.
Not a minute later, the sky exploded. It literally went from an average rain storm to a FREAKING TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR in about a second. It was like god was pouring an infinite bucket of water from the sky, it was crazy. Within two minutes there were rivers of water flowing down Dunbar wide enough to paddle a canoe down them. The wind was blowing like crazy, the traffic lights were swinging, people driving didn’t quite know what to do…
It was insane. Then, just as suddenly, five minutes later, it stopped. And the bus showed up. My pants were SOAKING wet, like I had jumped in a lake or something.
Crazy times. At least I still had power this time.
What a crappy day
Well today sucked. Or rather, this evening sucked. I stay at school until about 6:30 and as soon as I get up to leave, I realize that it’s extremely windy and rainy outside—I mean, even more so than normal. And of course, as soon as I get outside the psych building, this BIG gust of wind comes down Lower Mall and takes my little pink umbrella off into the stratosphere, so I’m standing there in freaking POURING rain thinking, “awesome, it’s a 15 minute walk to the damn buses.”
So half an hour later (of course I get to Dunbar JUST AS THE BUS LEAVES THE BUS STOP, THANK YOU BUS KARMA), I’m on the #7. I get to my block and notice that it’s suspiciously dark down my street. Then I realize, “great, the power’s out.” ONLY ON MY DAMN STREET. The rest of Dunbar is still washed in blazing light. So at this point I’m motherfucking cold and finally, after getting to my house, realize that there is NO light in my apartment, as well as no source of possible light aside from my cell phone and compy (once I decided to turn it on and finish my NaNo wordcount for the day).
So I’m like, “okay, so it’s dark, no big deal. I’ll just read…nope, too dark to do that. Okay, then I’ll just play Portal…oh wait, can’t do that. Damn, it’s cold in here, at least I can turn my heater on…FUCK!”
So at the moment it’s 1 in the morning, still no power, and it’s about 45 degrees in my apartment. I’m not kidding. I can see my damn breath by the light of compy.
Fucking Canada.
I don’t know about this place…
You can hardly see the stars here.
Until we meet again, USA…
So today my mom and I drove up to Vancouver to move my crap into my new apartment. I almost made my playlist EXACTLY as long as it needed to be…if we hadn’t gotten stuck in a traffic jam, it would have ended perfectly.
Oh well.
Pictures to come soon.
Edit: right here!
Will Play for Death Star
Today we were in Victoria, BC. And I saw Darth Vader playing violin. No joke. Picture:
All we need now is Luke Skywalker singing “Ice Ice Baby.”
Or something.
Haha, I like how he’s staring at my soul in this pic.
UBC part II
HOLY CRAP is it big here. The campus is the size of Moscow (at least population-wise—seriously) and the psych building is like three times the size of the Kibbie Dome.
It’s ridiculous.
There aren’t any quantitative students here, but there are two of us prospectives, so who knows.
Oh, AND it’s sunny and about 67 degrees here, as opposed to snowy ass Moscow in February. Go figure.
UBC
I’m in Canada, bitches!
After flying to Seattle and then renting a car to drive to Vancouver (weather problems were a factor, which is why we didn’t fly the whole way), I am now sitting in a fancy hotel, waiting for tomorrow, during which I shall go examine UBC and see if I want to go here.
I’ll probably have to, but whatever.
I do not feel like working on my philosophy homework, but I have to.
Also, why is Hulu working?
“It’s not real, it’s Canadian!”
Holy crap, it’s hot here in Victoria–at least, compared to Alaskan temperatures.
Apparently the U.S. dollar is at an all-time low. When we got here, I exchanged $20 U.S. into Canadian–which worked out to be about $22 Canadian. Odd.
So I bought some happy little Canadian stickers and some other little thingy. And a Snickers.
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