I tried to be philosophical when I got home from my walk yesterday morning and discovered the Internet was down.
“I’ll work on my sewing project,” I thought. But first I needed to find out the average waist size of a three year old, as that was the next step in my sewing project. How did we figure out stuff like that before the Internet? Did we actually go outside and measure three-year-olds?
All in all, I think I did admirably well without the internet, which was down for about eight hours. But I missed a lot of world news. For example, some guy died yesterday after winning a cockroach-eating contest in Florida. First prize was a female bald python, which will now go to his estate. They’re waiting for the autopsy results to determine the cause of death. There’s a video of him eating the cockroaches. My favourite part of the whole story was this comment: “I’m sure this guy was a wonderful, kind, giving man who loved life and performed many selfless acts for others; not the filthy, obnoxious scuzzbag he appears to be.”
GC and I had a great Thanksgiving weekend. In addition to the traditional turkey feast, we went up to the Gatineaus to immerse ourselves in the Fall colours, which were absolutely spectacular. The experts were predicting a drab fall because of the drought, but I’d say this is one of the most vibrant and colourful years ever. There was a traffic jam of people who had the same brilliant idea as us. Colourful bumper-to-bumper cars snaking through nature. We parked the car and went hiking for an hour or so. Weirdly, the trees inside the forest weren’t nearly as colourful as the trees on the edges of the forest. Mostly green. Still, it was a great hike and the trail took us through the Protestant Burial Grounds. I love old cemeteries.
We did wonder about the typo on this headstone, though. Did the family even notice that the name was misspelled? Did they just kind of shrug it off like it was no big deal? Did they at least get a discount?
There were some moderately famous people buried there too, like Budge Crawley (of Crawley Films – they made the movie Janis, about Janis Joplin, which I saw 17 times) and Graham Spry, “social activist, public servant, and unremitting advocate of a national broadcasting service for Canada.”
This weekend was terrific, but I’m even more excited about the coming weekend. If you’re looking for something to do on Saturday night, I highly highly highly recommend this event. If I could only see one show this year, it would be this one. This is a very rare performance by the witty and charming space punk band, Astronaut Love Triangle, and as an extra added bonus they’re playing with their friends The Elizabeth Riley Band and Sally Robinson. It’s going to be so much fun. You should go.
Yes, typos pop up everywhere. Sometimes they go almost unnoticed because spellcheck doesn’t understand when a typo is spelled correctly but is the wrong word. In your 3rd paragraph, you wrote ‘bald python.’ I think you meant ball python (I’m pretty sure all pythons are bald; they never have hair), though. I’m not trying to be mean, just smiling at a post with a typo that mentions a typo of another kind.