I'd like to say in the spirit of true Canadianism that I just watched "Barney's Version," and am now inspired to read my first Richler. It was outstanding. Sorry it took me so long. I have a lot on my list.
I figure, if I take my citizenship test next April, there has to be at least one Richler question. I already know the lyrics to oodles of Tragically Hip songs, and can do pretty mean Stompin Tom and Chretien impressions, thanks to mah hunny, the mimic. So I should do OK.
Don't forget the two-step!
Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.
- William James
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I was just passing through and thought I'd say hi, or bonjour.
Though I lived in the states for five years when I was young and originially learned American English, somehow "eh" still slipped in, not to mention a lot of French words that sometimes come to mind faster than English. Makes for some curious glances sometimes.
Woohoo, I figured how to multi-quote!
Out of curiosity, does anyone know what 'Vico' is?
'Babel'--- A foreign planet post appocolyptic
2,500 words. On hiatus for now!
'Heaven doesn't want me'--- A sort of cliche psychological horror dealing with a man slowly losing his grasp on reality
5500 words in only one week
Oh hi guys. Canadian newbie here. I'm awfully happy to see this thread. As nice as some of the people are on the predominantly American forums I used to frequent, they often don't seem to notice just how American they are; it's easy to start feeling like an outsider after a while.
just checked Wikipedia, and he took a break from 1978 to 1988. No wonder I thought he was retired.
YOUR generation? I thought we were about the same age. That would make it OUR generation.
The good ole hockey game, it's the best game you can name and the best game you can name is the good ole hockey game.
That's the Canadian anthem, isn't it???
Good ole Stompin Tom.
I was in Calgary, Edmonton, Montreal and Miramichi over the last 3 months. I live just east of Toronto...and I'm in Toronto a few times a week.
Yeah. I. Am. Canadian.
It's freaking snowing here. Again.
I LONG for my garden. I press my face against the window and gaze lovingly at it, buried under all that white shit.