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cars suck o canada

phew!

  • 4½ days driving
  • 5000 km
  • 300l of petrol
  • 4 provinces (ON, QC, NB, PE)
  • 6 states (ME, NE, MA, CT, NY, PA, OH)

In other words, we’re back from our holidays.

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General

home again

The 4000km holiday roadtrip is over. We’re back home now. It was good to be away, but it’s also good to be back.

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goatee-stroking musing, or something o canada

Frosty’s Drano (or the snowmen’s suicide pact)

Catherine pointed out that the current Tim Hortons “Happy Holidays” campaign depicts an ill-advised, possibly fatal, beverage choice for snowmen:

tim hortons suicidal snowmen

To me, it’s clearly a suicide pact. They don’t want to see another summer. They’re going to a better place where it’s always ten below.

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banjo

spiked!

Took advantage of the holiday to scoot down to The 12th Fret to have my banjo looked at. I’d managed to do a bad thing to the tailpiece (which I’d rather not talk about, thank you), and had Grant fit capo spikes at 7, 9 & 10.

While working on the fretboard, Grant confirmed that these really were model railway track spikes — or more correctly, model railway enthusiasts use capo spikes to hold their rails down!

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goatee-stroking musing, or something

National Convenience Store Day

So, did you US folks celebrate National Convenience Store Day today by grabbing a slurpee and a preserved meat treat? (We celebrate it on 7 November here.)

Sadly, and rather worryingly, I’m not the only person to think of this.

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o canada

in Quebec (just) for my birthday

Nice of them to have their holiday especially for me. It’s appreciated.

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goatee-stroking musing, or something

1/9/XX, and the smell of new pencils

Although school in late August for us I always derived the tiniest bit of pleasure from writing the date today, and seeing that it was the same as the year. This shows I was educated in the last century.

As it was the start of the schools year, I was writing with new pencils, and summer holidays were long enough for me to forget their wooden smell. So I remember writing the date, and simultaneously, the smell of new pencils.