(But first, happy birthday to the best sister ever! Love you, Debra!) I’ve been thinking about the Canadian dream. Well, a Canadian dream; I know there are lots. But the one I’m thinking of is one sold to us Canucks by everything from Tim Hortons to beer ads to Heritage…
… but mostly, yeah, they still are. Also, I need to define “jerkwad,” because by the rules of storytelling, pretty much every fictional character in whom I have an interest is a jerkwad to someone. There’s an antagonist, and no matter how good our hero or heroine, sometimes sh*t gets…
Before I post photos and reviews from fun times at Stratford, I’d just like to apologize to everyone for having this as my new favourite meme and deriving inordinate amusement from using the ERMAGHERD voice aloud. Especially for using it aloud so often that the “ER” sound in ordinary words…
I’m writing down my thoughts on one of the major plot developments of the second season of The Good Wife because it was so damn awesome, and if you haven’t watched it or can’t deal with it or think you don’t care, then don’t click the “Read More –>” SPOILERS…