TRUDEAUMANIA 2015

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CANADA HAS A NEW PRIME MINISTER.

I repeat.

CANADA HAS A NEW PRIME MINISTER.

Stephen Harper single-handedly enraged a country of pacifists enough to make voter turnout unprecedented. A campaign of fearmongering and hate speech wasn’t enough to stifle the voices of Canadians from coast to coast to coast.

When Justin Trudeau was named prime minister elect of Canada, I got emotional.

When Justin Trudeau was announced to have the required 170 seats in the House of Commons for a majority government, I cried.

I’ll never forget today. The time of unprotected waterways, muzzling scientists, hate speech, fearmongering, racism, and collapsing economies is over.

No matter what happens from here on out, it can’t possibly be worse than Harper.

“In Canada, better is always possible.”

CANADA-VOTE-TRUDEAU-FILES

 

Today, I am even more proud to call this big, beautiful bitch my home.

Je suis canadienne!

236 Sarsons Drive: an essay on Home

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I am poor at conveying verbally how I’m feeling. Stoic is a good word to describe me, I think, when it comes to emotions. If hormones are high—if people are crying, especially—I have a tendency to tense up and be unable to communicate. I don’t share how I’m feeling aloud. I can’t share how I’m feeling aloud. I think that’s one of the reasons I have such a hard time telling people I love them.

So let me write it, instead.

Despite all the hardships I have endured—and trust me, there are plenty—over the course of my twenty short years, I have only experienced heartfelt loss twice. Circumstances forced me to grow up faster than I wanted to, but even that couldn’t prepare me for the blow of loss. Continue reading

I’m inspiring!

Guys! Guys! I got another award! And I’m being humble about it!

On Windy Days awarded me with the Inspiring Blogger Award! I’m flattered and totally deserve it and everything.

The rules!

* Display the award logo on your blog Boom, done!

* Link back to the person who nominated you Good for me!

* State seven things about yourself

* Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them

* Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements

Seven facts!

  1. I listen to score music more often than I do regular music with vocals and shit. I find listening to scores more inspiring (more on that on an older post) and just better. I feel more when I listen to a score. It’s emotive.
  2. I’ve recently developed an addiction to Guild Wars 2. I have three characters: a level 42 sylvari mesmer, a level 38 human ranger, and a level 3 (woo!) charr engineer. I don’t usually like MMOs, but Guild Wars is special in that you don’t have to pay and you don’t have to play with others. I don’t play well with others; I get freaked out whenever someone tries to add me to their group or guild, due to only ever playing single person RPGs. And I play games so sporadically sometimes that I could never pay monthly.
  3. I’m not super great at learning languages, but maybe one day I’ll shell out the cash to learn Latin and Welsh. Two of the only languages that interest me are both extremely difficult and terribly impractical.
  4. I’m a hypochondriac. As soon as one little thing goes wonky in my body, I’m convinced I’m dying.
  5. I handwrite more than I print. But I type more than I handwrite, and I get hand cramps if I write for more than a few minutes.
  6. I’m becoming Carrie Bradshaw. I have plenty of pairs of fancy, impractical shoes, I’m a writer, and I drink cosmopolitans. Now I just need a Mr Big.
  7. I have a mug collection, a shoe collection, and a t-shirt collection, and I always change my hair. I have quirks, clearly. (This isn’t a real fact, what is wrong with me.)

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Kim EA Davis

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Preston Fuller

I haven’t listed fifteen, because I am UNCONVENTIONAL.

Thanks!

How To Be A Canadian: a book review

How to be a Canadian. Don’t worry: here, the phrase is not punctuated by the usual soul-searching question mark. Instead, the Ferguson brothers boldly assert that, since they have both been Canadian their whole lives, they are uniquely qualified to dissect Canadian society. Besides, Margaret Atwood told them to do this book, but that’s another story.

As a guidebook, How to Be a Canadian contains “a wealth of information gathered from fact-filled articles that [the authors] sort of remember reading somewhere,” but frankly, the facts are there as a framework for a wicked sense of humour. The jokes, which fill every page, are sometimes juvenile: “There are 30,000,000 people in Canada– all of whom have, at some point, frozen their tongues to the side of a flagpole.” They are sometimes pointedly amusing: “Often, when the UN needs a cereal box translated, they call in the Canadians, who parachute out of stealth bombers clutching boxes of Capitaine Crounche.” And they are often laugh-out-loud, fall-out-of-bed funny: “There is the assumption that Canada has only two seasons: Winter and Not Winter…In fact, Canada has no fewer than six distinct seasons: Tax; Hockey; More Hockey; Still More Hockey; Summer (also known as the July Long Weekend); and finally Good God, Isn’t the Hockey Season Over by Now?!”

Will and Ian Ferguson divide their guidebook into such useful sections as How to Find Canada on a Map; Canada: A Rich Tapestry (Who to Hate and Why); and my personal favourite, Twelve Ways to Say “I’m Sorry.” Nothing defines the national character more than our “sorry,” especially vis-a-vis the Americans. As the authors point out, “once you learn how to properly say ‘I’m sorry,’ you will no longer be trying to become Canadian, you will have rewired your brain to such a degree that you will actually be Canadian.” For a true Canadian, the opportunities for saying “I’m sorry” are endless, but there is one uniquely Canadian “sorry”: the one you use when someone else steps on your foot.

The book concludes with a quiz designed to evaluate your level of Canadianness. For example, if you hear the name “Elvis” and think of figure skating, you get 1 point. If you can’t remember if you’ve ever curled or not, because of how drunk you were, you get 50 points. If you know the words to “Barrett’s Privateers” but not the national anthem, you get 10 points. And so on. The perfect score is zero points; I’ll let the Fergusons explain why: “So, you couldn’t even be bothered to do the damn quiz. Too much effort, eh? You just skipped to the end. Talk about slack. Talk about lazy. Talk about Canadian! Congratulations. You are now one of us.” –Marven Krug

If you’re American, English, Zimbabwean, what-have-you – I’m sure at one point you’ve wondered just what it’s like to be a Canadian, and if all the national stereotypes are true.

Let me – and this book – tell you that yes, they are.

Will and Ian Ferguson teach the reader how to dress like a Canadian (mullet, plaid flannel shirt, jeans), how to speak like a Canadian (our bastard language of English and American), and the proper use of the word eh? – which, unbeknownst to all nonCanadians, is an art form in itself.

The book is excellently written, with self-depreciating jokes peppered throughout (because Canadians are world-class at making fun of themselves), and is so spot-on with the Canadian history and cultures that it should be mandatory reading for anyone interested in learning more about Canada.

Plus, Margaret Atwood suggested it. It has to be good, eh?

 

Hi, I’m from Canada, and suddenly I live in a meat freezer.

We had a mild winter. A very mild winter. All of Canada, but especially where I live, where it’s usually cold and snowy.

And now, quite suddenly, all of Canada decided to stop giving a fuck, and now places that don’t get snow EVER are getting 6-8 centimetres a day, schools are closing, power-lines are falling from angry winds (pretty sure I heard the Weather Network say Ontario had 70km/hr winds), and accidents are a given. My friend, who is in the army in Ontario, complained that the navy, which is stationed in my provincial capital, has the day off due to snowfall. Granted, the navy is a little bitch in the hierarchy of military (going air force, ground army, navy, in terms of pay and badassery), but the fact that Victoria, an island city which has balmy year-round weather, is so cold and snowy that a government service like the navy has shut down means that shit is serious.

So, like I said, I live in a place where winters are supposed to be cold. Not just Canada’s stereotype in general, but I live in the British Columbia interior, in a little valley. We usually get a hefty snowfall and negative weather, but all winter it’s been pinner little flurries of snow and just cold enough to need gloves.

And that's not counting the wind chill.

The Weather Network and actual meteorologists, not just my iPod, forecast even colder for the rest of the week.

Luckily, it’s going to get warmer at the end of the week, but I heard that the temperature is going to drop significantly next week. Yay, right? That just means melting snow and refreezing into icy roads. It was a wearing-two-pairs-of-pants-at-once kind of day, that progressed into a wearing-scarf-on-shift, then stealing the heater from the back as soon as the girl needing it left.

Boo, winter, you whore.

The cold punched Canada in the face after several months lying in wait.

What a dick.

I’m a versatile blogger!

Ooh, look what I got.

Weird, I’ve only actually been  a blogger for two weeks!

The fantastic Elisa Michelle (http://elisamichelle.wordpress.com) awarded me with this, naming me a versatile blogger. I reckon it’s true – I don’t really stick to one thing often.

According to Elisa, these are the rules:

  • Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them
  • Tell your readers 7 things about yourself.
  • Give this award to 15 recently discovered bloggers
  • Contact those bloggers and let them in on the news
I’m just a baby – a two weeks old blogger. I don’t know anyone else D: Oh, wait! My brothuh-from-anuthah-mothah, Bethany (http://beedawgg.wordpress.com/). She’s new. And I guess she’s versatile. Yay!
So. Seven things about myself, eh?
Joy.
  1. If my life goes to plan, I’ll make a career out of my writing. I know it’s totally unrealistic, but that would be so glorious. Otherwise, I’ll go to school to become a) A journalist, b) A history teacher, or c) A video game writer, and end up working for Bethesda or Bioware :3 (these aren’t in any particular order). This is just proof of my nerdiness.
  2. Like stated in my writer bio, I adore Star Wars. How much do I adore Star Wars? I have a Star Wars tattoo. It’s the Alliance Starbird, aka the symbol of the rebels in the original series. I have a lightsaber – a replica of Anakin Skywalker’s that lights up, flickers, glows, hums, and makes noise when you strike things. I have multiple t-shirts, posters, video games, books. I have all the movies in DVD, four in VHS. I used to have a subscription to the magazine, and I was part of the fan club. I know a lot of random facts about the past, present, and future EU. I know what the EU is (that should be fact enough; the first time I said EU to a dude, he pretty much shit his pants. “A girl knows what the EU is?!”) I dressed up as a Sith apprentice when Revenge of the Sith came to theatres. That’s how much I love Star Wars. Suck it.
  3. I live in the only true desert in Canada, excluding the Arctic tundra.
  4. I’ve been to Europe. France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Austria. Switzerland looks like Canada – my part of Canada, at least, since over 50 Switzerlands could probably fit in my grand country.
  5. When I go to Scotland one day, I’m going to Craigh na Dun outside Inverness, and I’m going to step through the stones.
  6. One of my lifetime goals is to live in a Hobbit hole. This, obviously, is after I’m rich of my book sales and a movie contract.
  7. My favourite animals are bears and foxes. To be specific, brown bears and red foxes. One day, in my Hobbit hole (which will be in the Scottish Highlands, by the way), I’ll have a pet brown bear named Sunday, and a red fox named Riley. And we will all love each other.
Thanks, Elisa! Who am I to deny an internet award? :3