Small double double and a chocolate roll
Just back from a week in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The post-mortem:
*I don't understand what Groggenspiel is doing in this country when he could just as easily be living in Canada.
*Celsius sucks. "It must be 29 degrees out!" is no way to describe a heat wave.
*29 degrees is a sissy excuse for a heat wave anyway.
*I also don't understand why there hardly seemed to be any fat Canadians, given that there is approximately one Tim Horton's shop for every five citizens.
*Action movies have done one good thing for society: They have made the sight of massive property damage commonplace, even boring. As a result, if two ships collided in the harbor, and one of them was full of high explosives and was on fire, I would not set up a deck chair on the wharf and watch. I would walk ^away^ from the pretty fire....and, rather than being killed by the ensuing massive explosion, I would merely be deafened and maimed.
*The Empire 8 movie theatre in downtown Halifax is frigging enormous. I mean, it's great that it's spacious and clean, and the seats are comfy, and so on....but if you need to take a leak in the middle of the movie, it's, like, a kilometer round trip. Bruce Wayne was an eight-year-old pansy when I got up from my seat. He was a twenty-five-year old ninja when I sat down again.
*Do people actually take poutine to their seats in Canadian movie theatres? If so, how do you eat gravy and cheese fries out of your lap in the dark without a bib?
*I don't understand what Groggenspiel is doing in this country when he could just as easily be living in Canada.
*Celsius sucks. "It must be 29 degrees out!" is no way to describe a heat wave.
*29 degrees is a sissy excuse for a heat wave anyway.
*I also don't understand why there hardly seemed to be any fat Canadians, given that there is approximately one Tim Horton's shop for every five citizens.
*Action movies have done one good thing for society: They have made the sight of massive property damage commonplace, even boring. As a result, if two ships collided in the harbor, and one of them was full of high explosives and was on fire, I would not set up a deck chair on the wharf and watch. I would walk ^away^ from the pretty fire....and, rather than being killed by the ensuing massive explosion, I would merely be deafened and maimed.
*The Empire 8 movie theatre in downtown Halifax is frigging enormous. I mean, it's great that it's spacious and clean, and the seats are comfy, and so on....but if you need to take a leak in the middle of the movie, it's, like, a kilometer round trip. Bruce Wayne was an eight-year-old pansy when I got up from my seat. He was a twenty-five-year old ninja when I sat down again.
*Do people actually take poutine to their seats in Canadian movie theatres? If so, how do you eat gravy and cheese fries out of your lap in the dark without a bib?