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Playing possum…

Proving once again I am completely lazy and incapable of coming up with an original blog topic, I was inspired tonight by the always funny Eileen Cook, who is blogging on hated foods.

The squirrel warning reminded me of a radio show I once heard. My parents used to own a houseboat in the Ozarks (don’t ask) and I went down there a few times. While on the “boat” the radio station choices were limited, but we did get one station loud and clear from Versailles Missouri. (Pronounced Ver Sail’s)

Mid morning each day, we tuned into our favourite program — the call-in recipe show. Always entertaining, one day topped them all. The day a man called in with his roast possum recipe. The “recipe” was basically:

First ya skin it
Then ya rub in yer spices — rub em in real good
Then ya roast it

Then the announcer made the mistake of asking the caller where one might find a possum. The caller replied, in a tone which made the stupidity of the announcer’s question clear, “You go out and shoot you one.”

Decisions, decisions

Okay, what evil-powers-that-be put the Golden Globe awards on the same night as the second part of the premiere of 24? Evil. Evil! (Shakes fist at the heavens.)

And the second episode of “Little Mosque on the Prairie” is airing in Canada tonight, too… And I thought the pilot episode was pretty funny–by Canadian sit-com standards, anyway.

How come, after 6 or so weeks of NOTHING on TV (during which I was able to discover Nip/Tuck and Battlestar Galactica on DVD) is everything I want to watch on on one night? (Oh, and BSG is on tonight, too… but I’m still a couple of seasons behind there.)

Thank goodness for “time shifting”. I won’t be able to catch all 3, but should be able to see both the GG’s and 24 — if I stay up really late watching one on the Vancouver station, thus breaking one of my new years resolutions about watching TV past midnight.

Sigh.

(But I love the Golden Globes… drunken acceptance speaches… fabulous!)

The things that make us tear up

The strangest things make me tear up. I do admit that I tend to be more emotional and sentimental than even my closest friends might realize… But I surprise even myself, sometimes.

Like this morning when I picked my paper off my front porch to see this photo with the headline: Le Nouveau Pierre Trudeau.
For you Americans who might not know… Pierre Trudeau was Prime Minster of Canada for, well, most of my childhood and into my early adulthood. (With a short, less than one year break in 1979-80, he was PM from April, 1968 to June, 1984.)
And if he were still alive, he’d now have a grandson named for him. Story here. Little Pierre is Pierre-Emmanuel, not Pierre Elliott, but they both have the initials PET, initials as well known to most Canadians as JFK are to Americans.
I try to avoid politics while blogging and while many Canadians west of Saskatchewan, and east of BC, (Okay, I’m singling out Albertans, sorry), will probably take exception to this, I think PET was a great Prime Minister. Sure, I do understand why some Canadians hold him responsible for much of the divisiveness in Canada, today, but I also think he’s responsible for clarifying Canadian values, for helping us understand and be proud of who we are.

Multiculturalism, Bilingualism, Tolerance, the idea that the state has no place in the bedroom, our Charter of Rights, our constitution, our relationship to the US, (to roughly quote him: sleeping next to an elephant, you’re bound to get the occasional kick). Although some major Canadian defining policies (our international role as Peace-keepers and diplomats, universal health care) were enacted before he took office, these programs grew up and took root during the Trudeau years. PET took office the year after Canada turned 100 and I daresay our place in the world was largely defined during his tenure as PM.

So, seeing little Pierre today made me cry a little. (Big softie. Get to work.)