Yes! We have red squirrels a-plenty here. None of those Squirrel-on-Steroids black ones. Another reason you have to move here and marry Elena's cousin, Fay.
All Ogle, No Cash -- It's Not Just Annoying, It's Un-American
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Fifteen different sorts of robins?? Wow.
Saw a white--not albino--squirrel in Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge. Didn't have a camera.
I have seen two white (not albino) squirrels in Somerville, many blocks apart so that I’m pretty sure they weren’t actually the same squirrel twice....
Yup. I think they're sneaking in from Canada.
ARRRRRRGH!!
t runs away screaming
AND they're watching Buffy RIGHT NOW! Canadians! Everywhere...Canadians!
Wait...my Mom is half-Canadian...which means I have unAmerican Canadian blood in me right now!
t more screaming
Well. Nothing wrong with being part Canadian. Mom was from Brooklyn. That counts for a lot. And everybody loves Canadians, on yeah...
t rocking back and forth
Lived in Somerville for four years and never saw the snowy squirrels. Bleah.
We've finished watching Buffy, thank you very much.
Uhm...I was on an almost day-long job interview for a placement agency today, and was tested on six different kinds of software for five hours. And some of the tests were for software I'd never really seen--three or four year old versions of Photoshop, Illustrator, Quark--that didn't at all match what I'd just learned. And I spent all last week studying up on them so I'm tired and loopy. It's not showing, is it?
Whew. Thank god.
t hysterical again
ARRRRGH! The Canadians are here!!
t looks at name of thread
Oh. Right.
Dude, Canadians are where you LEAST EXPECT THEM.
Or, you know, in my case, randomly calling me between the hours of 8 and 9 on Tuesday nights, despite repeated warnings to KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF.
Technically, I'm a Card Carrying Canadian. Or would be, but the Card is too large to fit in my wallet.
Worst thing is, they look just like us.
Take my grandmother, for example. On the surface, a nice American grandmother from Brooklyn, beloved by family and friends, surrounded in her declining years by people who would compete for the honor of doing her favors. Underneath--yep, from a Canadian family who'd been in NS for nearly a hundred years by the time she was born (1909).
And you wouldn't know it, except for the unmistakeable Scots brogue, the dual citizenship, the trips back "home" to "see" the "family", the Certificate of Naturalization from 1946 proudly hung on the wall, the .ca suffix to her relatives' e-mails, and the fact that she knew all the words to 'The Maple Leaf Forever', that being the anthem when she grew up. See how wily they are?
Edit: Ple, of course it's not going to fit in your wallet--it's probably in ten legally mandated languages (g)