a ramble, the birthday of a nation, and some wanking on my part
I came back this (early) evening from our chalet in the wild north. Okay, so it's not Iqualuit north, but in the Laurentides. So... about a 2hr-2hr30 drive from Montréal. Not bad, really. Yesterday I almost got carsick because I already had a headache when we left from Laval (directly from the office. urgh, never again). But today was a good drive. I slept for half of it, but I needed it after this week's mayhem at work. Especially Thursday and Friday. Won't say why, just... man, what a week.
Anyway, I didn't update on the school email dilemma. I checked again on Friday and the email url worked just fine, so I guess they were just having some downtime over at johnabbottcollege.net. No biggie, really, it just gave me a scare and some wanking to do in my free worktime. lol
I'm currently working on my current design assignment from Le Manoir. Which is still to print the business cards and to print the new Appetizer menu list. Actually, the business cards are done. The background of the app. menus is done, now I just need to print the actual list. That's going to be done tomorrow when mum has time to translate them. I don't trust myself with specific menu words, so I usually just translate the ones I'm familiar with and give her the rest to translate.
And, oh my, I almost forgot to say!
Happy Canada Day!
Bonne fête du Canada!
Every year, I almost always forget certain holidays. Or birthdays. I think I forgot to wish Quebeckers a good Saint-Jean-Baptiste, but I'll say it now. Happy blue-and-white day, guys. Bonne fête, mes Bleu-et-Blancs. Des fois je ne vois pas la même vision que le reste du Québec, mais je n'oublie pas qui je suis et d'où je viens.
Ah, and the new previsions about the Quebec separation? By the way, I don't (want to) believe any of it Statistics Canada (I believe) is saying that in fifteen years Quebec will at last separate from Canada, taking into account the fact that about 40% (if I remember correctly) of Quebeckers have wished for this in polls.
IF THIS HAPPENS I AM SOOO MOVING TO ONTARIO WITH MY SISTER!!
Speaking of Ontario! I believe I've already stated that my grandmother on my dad's side is a French Ontarian by birth. WELL SHE IS SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRIT. Believe me, I love her, but she infuriates me. Here I am, a bilingual BY CHOICE (you would not believe how rare fluent bilinguals are in this province!), and she always gives me the look like "omg you fucking bloke". WELL I AM SO SORRY GRAND-MAMAN, I believe in opening doors for my future.
In this country if you do not speak English you are SHITE! And in design, if you do not speak English, you are screwed into a bloody pulp. And I believe in being POLITE to the people of my country and accepting that I descend from BRAVE colonists who probably didn't CHOOSE to live here and often were FORCED into traveling to this great unknown gigasmagantic country. These people worked themselves to DEATH to make a living of themselves, however hard it was. They lived with misery in their pockets, and they learned to live happily with what they had. YOUR ancestors, grandma, were peasants. I'M NOT SURE ABOUT MY MOTHER'S ANCESTORS, but even if they were rich merchants from Paris, THEY HAD TO SUFFER TOO. Life in Nouvelle-France (Canada) was not easy, but these people cared for their new, positively prosperous land. A great land all for themselves.
Your ancestors learned to live alongside Amerindians, probably even learned their language to trade with them. They fought for their country as the English tried to snatch it away from them. They learned to accept the English and other colonists from other countries, however hard it was to see their beloved country now in the hands of strangers who didn't understand them or their language. They had to fight to survive. They married with the English, the Irish, the German... But their essence never died. The Canadians have many faces, many colours, but we are who we are... We learn, we taste, we accept, we are free, we are caring, we are loved. I'm sorry but wherever Canadians go, around the world, we wave our flag or simply pin a flag on our baggage and people from other countries will go to much trouble to make sure we are given the best. My parents went to Mexico last year and bought many things much cheaper than it would have been for American travellers. And I don't mean this in a mean way. It's just that people appreciate our presence, our openness. So, grand-maman, when you wave your huge Quebecker flag stupidly on Canada Day, YOUR BLOOD MUST BURN, WOMAN, because you lie to your roots.
I am a true Quebecker, yes, but I am a true Canadian as well. I accept my colonist and Amerindian blood. I believe in my ancestry and I do not discriminate those who are not white and/or Quebecker. I AM NOT ASHAMED TO SPEAK THE TWO OFFICIAL LANGUAGES OF CANADA, and I am damn proud of the fact that I'm not a fucking Quebec separation fanatic. My country was founded with the province of Quebec as one of its first. How sad would it be that it was the first to disconnect. (And, anyway, the Quebec economy would fall at its lowest I believe, what with the main exportations being hydro-electricity -- okay, so that's big. The only big thing here --, newspaper paper, and doctors -- I DO NOT SHITE YOU! It is as true as you and me!)
So, I don't know, who is the fucking hypocritical one here? You, or me? Because I don't think I'm the one with the Ontarian blood who claims high and low that she's the truest Quebecker the world could ever find.
/end wank. I'm fucking tired of her shit.
Anyway, I didn't update on the school email dilemma. I checked again on Friday and the email url worked just fine, so I guess they were just having some downtime over at johnabbottcollege.net. No biggie, really, it just gave me a scare and some wanking to do in my free worktime. lol
I'm currently working on my current design assignment from Le Manoir. Which is still to print the business cards and to print the new Appetizer menu list. Actually, the business cards are done. The background of the app. menus is done, now I just need to print the actual list. That's going to be done tomorrow when mum has time to translate them. I don't trust myself with specific menu words, so I usually just translate the ones I'm familiar with and give her the rest to translate.
And, oh my, I almost forgot to say!
Happy Canada Day!
Bonne fête du Canada!
Every year, I almost always forget certain holidays. Or birthdays. I think I forgot to wish Quebeckers a good Saint-Jean-Baptiste, but I'll say it now. Happy blue-and-white day, guys. Bonne fête, mes Bleu-et-Blancs. Des fois je ne vois pas la même vision que le reste du Québec, mais je n'oublie pas qui je suis et d'où je viens.
Ah, and the new previsions about the Quebec separation? By the way, I don't (want to) believe any of it Statistics Canada (I believe) is saying that in fifteen years Quebec will at last separate from Canada, taking into account the fact that about 40% (if I remember correctly) of Quebeckers have wished for this in polls.
IF THIS HAPPENS I AM SOOO MOVING TO ONTARIO WITH MY SISTER!!
Speaking of Ontario! I believe I've already stated that my grandmother on my dad's side is a French Ontarian by birth. WELL SHE IS SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRIT. Believe me, I love her, but she infuriates me. Here I am, a bilingual BY CHOICE (you would not believe how rare fluent bilinguals are in this province!), and she always gives me the look like "omg you fucking bloke". WELL I AM SO SORRY GRAND-MAMAN, I believe in opening doors for my future.
In this country if you do not speak English you are SHITE! And in design, if you do not speak English, you are screwed into a bloody pulp. And I believe in being POLITE to the people of my country and accepting that I descend from BRAVE colonists who probably didn't CHOOSE to live here and often were FORCED into traveling to this great unknown gigasmagantic country. These people worked themselves to DEATH to make a living of themselves, however hard it was. They lived with misery in their pockets, and they learned to live happily with what they had. YOUR ancestors, grandma, were peasants. I'M NOT SURE ABOUT MY MOTHER'S ANCESTORS, but even if they were rich merchants from Paris, THEY HAD TO SUFFER TOO. Life in Nouvelle-France (Canada) was not easy, but these people cared for their new, positively prosperous land. A great land all for themselves.
Your ancestors learned to live alongside Amerindians, probably even learned their language to trade with them. They fought for their country as the English tried to snatch it away from them. They learned to accept the English and other colonists from other countries, however hard it was to see their beloved country now in the hands of strangers who didn't understand them or their language. They had to fight to survive. They married with the English, the Irish, the German... But their essence never died. The Canadians have many faces, many colours, but we are who we are... We learn, we taste, we accept, we are free, we are caring, we are loved. I'm sorry but wherever Canadians go, around the world, we wave our flag or simply pin a flag on our baggage and people from other countries will go to much trouble to make sure we are given the best. My parents went to Mexico last year and bought many things much cheaper than it would have been for American travellers. And I don't mean this in a mean way. It's just that people appreciate our presence, our openness. So, grand-maman, when you wave your huge Quebecker flag stupidly on Canada Day, YOUR BLOOD MUST BURN, WOMAN, because you lie to your roots.
I am a true Quebecker, yes, but I am a true Canadian as well. I accept my colonist and Amerindian blood. I believe in my ancestry and I do not discriminate those who are not white and/or Quebecker. I AM NOT ASHAMED TO SPEAK THE TWO OFFICIAL LANGUAGES OF CANADA, and I am damn proud of the fact that I'm not a fucking Quebec separation fanatic. My country was founded with the province of Quebec as one of its first. How sad would it be that it was the first to disconnect. (And, anyway, the Quebec economy would fall at its lowest I believe, what with the main exportations being hydro-electricity -- okay, so that's big. The only big thing here --, newspaper paper, and doctors -- I DO NOT SHITE YOU! It is as true as you and me!)
So, I don't know, who is the fucking hypocritical one here? You, or me? Because I don't think I'm the one with the Ontarian blood who claims high and low that she's the truest Quebecker the world could ever find.
/end wank. I'm fucking tired of her shit.