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JevInstincts March. The month of death. Great, I suppose those who created the calendar were having the winter blahs. After the month of despair (otherwise known as the month of love) comes another happy month. Beware, beware, the brides of March. Or something like that. Whatever, personally I think March is a weird month that feels like one overly long Wednesday. It doesn't roar in like a lion, it creeps up on you like a bad case of the coffee trots. One second everything is going along, next moment - awhooga awhooga - everybody out of the pool. Hey speaking of coffee, now there's a great segue - I've got to take my hat off once again to the fine folks at Tim Hortons. For those who think Starbucks is where real coffee is made, let me state unequivocally that coffee at The Hortons is coffee. One of the drawbacks of being Canadian (besides a brutally pathetic dollar), is that I have no tangible sense of national identity. The closest we've come over the last few years in terms of cultural lightning rods have been beer commercials, and Tim Hortons. I may be one of a nation of brainwashed Canucks who wander through life thinking that coffee and donuts really do go together. Well, there I feel better, oh look at the time, I think I'll make a pot of coffee and have a donut. Oh Canada. Wait a minute this is only March, I should have saved this patriotic spew for July 1st. Maybe I'll just copy and paste the whole thing. No one will notice, no one reads this crap anyway. Heck, if people actually read this stuff, I'd have to take more time and actually think of something to say before saying it. PS I rolled up the rim, and won a donut. Life is good, oh so very very good. Jevon the Tall |
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