the archivist May 1, 2009

I know that sooner or later every white person threatens to move to Canada. And does not actually follow through. Well, I am not the type to move anywhere in protest, but if the circumstances arose, I think I would move to Canada. Though I doubt they would have me.

Looking at this Canadian font, I realize how much I have in common with Canada. We could totes be friends. Or maybe frenemies, if they let me immigrate then booted me later. Why you gotta be like that, Canada? I love hockey and zambonis (though not necessarily in that order). I love Neil Young. And poutine. And I’m even getting used to the road signs, every time I drive through Ontario.