A Winter's Tale: Canadians & the Economic Climate

Yesterday evening, for the first time in meat life, I met Boris and Danny from Bootup Labs and James from AdHack. As I sat there surrounded by jovial Canadian entrepreneurs, I thought to myself, "Where was this group of hungry pioneers when I lived in Canada?" Then I realized they were there, but that I had not yet developed an interest in technology.

My laptop was once a typewriter. It's sort of similar to having telekinesis and only using it to change TV channels.

I'm proud of the fact that I came from a legitimate Joe six-pack (or rather Johnny eight-ball) town and have taken the time to learn something complex during my adulthood. Although the American economy is seriously hitting the fan, I feel damn lucky by what I've been given and shown in life. Things are going to be fine. We remember living cheaply. We just need to put our heads down and stop screwing around on the indoor climb walls.

Exit stage left...pursued by a bear [market]...

CanMeriDa

Both Canada Day and American Independence Day reinstate an age-old tradition of drunkenness followed by the age-old tradition of a morning shot of aspirin with an orange juice chaser. In my days spent recovering, I've been trying to find a meme that sets Canadians and Americans apart. Handsome B. Boyfriend is spreading a rumor about a drop bear-like fictional animal for Canadians to share, but it isn't catching on. I've decided I'm more proud of the West Coast cities I identify with (both in Canada and the US) than I am of either nation as a whole. Imagine if cities were to take up arms and defend themselves. San Franciscans would be solely defended by CEOs on wake boards and BMW motorcycles. It would be the only city with more war correspondents than soldiers. Vancouverites would employ assassins in Lululemon ninja attire to pour vats of piping hot Starbucks onto unsuspecting rivals. And Victorians would sink the BC Ferries, fill their coolers with pies and cured meats, and kayak like hell up the Georgia Straight in the belief that dying in the ocean would be a vast improvement to surrendering to those smug Vancouverites. It would be over in a few days, at which point we'd realize that a "true patriot" is just someone who tries their best regardless of the situation. Ah CanMeriDa...

VanCity

Alright, back in Van and visiting Lisa and Baby Jack. Is Perplexa's biological clock ticking?...Psyche.