So today I re-started my blog which I had inadvertently abandoned in favour of starting a Twitter business, moving, and getting a new job. Okay, so the “move” was a 30-minute walk away from my other place, which I stayed at for about one night a month, but still. I moved.
I got an e-mail that people liked my last post, so I’m gonna post another. Just like that, you get more reading material. I can see this becoming cyclic….. and I’m okay with that.
One category I forgot about was my “Things Toronto Taught Me” segment, mostly providing an outlet for my frustrations of society in the biggest city/metropolis/megasuperexpansivethingy in Canada. Yes, Spell Check, I realize that isn’t a word, but thanks for providing it some colour. Gahh, I’m in Canada, Spell Check — colour is supposed to be spelled with a “u”! I digress.
Today’s submission of factoids and junk I learned in the big T.O.:
- Winter doesn’t really start until the snow sticks to the ground….. and that surprisingly won’t happen until the end of December (if then). In Niagara where I grew up, we’d have snow right at the beginning, and a few weeks full of lake effect winter before Christmas arrived.
- The sickest people in the city will always ride the TTC.
- The ones hacking up a lung will always choose the seat next to you.
- Some people are immune to winter. This becomes especially evident on Friday and Saturday nights, particularly in front of clubs with long lineups.
- This will always make me giggle to myself, and snuggle deeper into my sensible coat, double-mittens, and an awesomely fuzzy hat (if I can ever find one).
- Uggs were not invented by Canadians. At least I doubt it. If they were, well I’m stumped.
- Scarves better not go out of style.
- What few animals there are in the city get dumber as it gets colder. Today we almost ran over a squirrel who stopped in front of us and pretty much could have written the tunes for his own funeral by the time he realized he should turn back around.
- It may not be winter, but it’s pretty flippin’ cold to me.
- Swans must be pretty smug in the bird world at this time of year. Okay Toronto didn’t teach me that, I just thought about it now. But they’re probably all like, “I’m a swan, I’m white, nobody can see me, squawk squawk squaaaaaaaawk.” Of course their honk is annoying as heck, so they’re probably just as much of a target as usual, just, you know, smug-er.
Um, so that’s all I have to say about that.
Stupid smug swans.