he said "about"
We all have weird, tiny, stupid reasons for smiling, don't we? Some of us smile because we saw a cute puppy. Some of us smile because we heard a particularly apt song play on a mall sound system. Today's stupid reason for Cris smiling is hearing Connection host Dick Gordon say "about."
Listen to him say it. Listen to him say "out", the roundness of the o's and the sharpness of t's that labels him as Canadian for those paying attention. Which isn't many, really. It's hard to pick out a Canadian voice from a room of American ones, for the differences are subtle and limited to specific tics. Did he say "mom" or "mum"? is the letter "z" called "zed"? did he just use "eh?" like a form of punctuation?
The tiny differences are typical of the whole Canadian vs. American culture clash. Canadians just blend in so well, and part of the fun of being an expatriate is hunting down your fellow brethren in a sea of Yankee citizenry. It's almost as much fun as being able to claim that some famous piece of American culture is actually Canadian.
"Donald Sutherland's from New Brunswick, y'know."
"James Cameron's from Canada, too..."
Yeah, sure, it can get silly. I wasn't one to point out that the American space shuttle has a Canadian robotic arm, but I can understand the root of such dementia. I'm not that bad. I do like to point out that Skinny Puppy's from Vancouver, but that's just local pride. Dave Foley was funnier on Kids In The Hall than News Radio, and there's a certain comfort in listening to Dick Gordon or Peter Jennings talk about the news. I like to think that being an expatriate gives them a transcendent level of objectivity. I imagine us sharing an inside joke over how well we've been accepted, and how most Americans don't realize that they're listening to some foreigner comment on their domestic policy -- that in the end citizenship doesn't really matter.
ok, maybe I am that bad.
but, hey, he just said "about" again. so you can just shut up.
Listen to him say it. Listen to him say "out", the roundness of the o's and the sharpness of t's that labels him as Canadian for those paying attention. Which isn't many, really. It's hard to pick out a Canadian voice from a room of American ones, for the differences are subtle and limited to specific tics. Did he say "mom" or "mum"? is the letter "z" called "zed"? did he just use "eh?" like a form of punctuation?
The tiny differences are typical of the whole Canadian vs. American culture clash. Canadians just blend in so well, and part of the fun of being an expatriate is hunting down your fellow brethren in a sea of Yankee citizenry. It's almost as much fun as being able to claim that some famous piece of American culture is actually Canadian.
"Donald Sutherland's from New Brunswick, y'know."
"James Cameron's from Canada, too..."
Yeah, sure, it can get silly. I wasn't one to point out that the American space shuttle has a Canadian robotic arm, but I can understand the root of such dementia. I'm not that bad. I do like to point out that Skinny Puppy's from Vancouver, but that's just local pride. Dave Foley was funnier on Kids In The Hall than News Radio, and there's a certain comfort in listening to Dick Gordon or Peter Jennings talk about the news. I like to think that being an expatriate gives them a transcendent level of objectivity. I imagine us sharing an inside joke over how well we've been accepted, and how most Americans don't realize that they're listening to some foreigner comment on their domestic policy -- that in the end citizenship doesn't really matter.
ok, maybe I am that bad.
but, hey, he just said "about" again. so you can just shut up.