In Vancouver Again
In Vancouver again. The last time I was here, four months ago, hockey was on every television station all day, every day. Now, hockey is on every television station all day, every day. All anybody does here is sit around and watch hockey. Hasn’t anybody told these people that hockey sucks? I’ve thought about telling them myself, but I came to the conclusion that they are Canadian – hockey is all they have. Hockey is the one thing that keeps them from becoming American. That, and their distinctly laid back Canadian attitude, which is sort of like a California attitude, minus the underlying hatred and self-loathing.
It’s tempting to say that Canadian are a simple people, content to live their lives with humility and grace, but I have to believe that there is some evil within them somewhere that I just haven’t found yet. There was a big story in the papers here about a hit and run driver who killed a 21 year old guy. Rather than calling for the guy’s head, though, the parents of the dead guy said they forgave the killer and didn’t harbor any hatred. What kind of bullshit is that?
The other thing I’ve noticed is that there is a certain look that many Canadian women have. It’s kind of hard to explain because it’s subtle, but I think the best way to describe it is that a lot of Canadian women have piggy noses. Not snouts exactly, just kind of upturned piggy noses. I wonder if this is leftover French genetic material that hasn’t worked its way out of the bloodlines yet. Because French people have piggy noses too. And duck-billed tits.