http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgECKj9LSH4

come gather round writers wherever you blog
and admit all around you there's nothin but fog
the evil ones now claim the black is just white
and the good ones now feel nothin but fright
We're all lookin for a cold one

But the wronged ones now will later be right
Oh the blogs they are a changin

WHAT?

When Quinn the Esquimo gets here, evrybody's gonna jump for joy...(And I always took it for the abbreviated esquire--what was I thinking??)

I wot? Ack!

Oh how I would like to be a moose on the ceiling when Q reads this.

Maybe we could all move to Point Bob and declare our independence? Maybe seek 51st Statehood, with the stipulation that wingnuts aren't allowed.

At least we'd have an ocean, a bay and Canada between us and the "Mother......" land

Hrrrrrrm. Disgruntlement in the Southlands. Well... at least we saw this one coming. Ok. Practical advice.

1) Head for the East or West coasts. Forget the rest. Too cold, too boring, or too French. 2) There's a point system to get in. You're gonna need ONE of ya who who can speak - and SPELL - English. Just imagine you have a jar full of leftover "u's", and start slapping 'em in words - colour, labour, etc. 3) Someone needs a job. I'd go for on as a border guard. Somewhere in Saskatchewan. Bwak could handle it. And if she just happened to... fall asleep... why, some cars might wander through.

And don't worry, life'd be fine here -- Safe. Reasonably healthy. Moderately happy. Clean. Quite polite. Which won't, in any way, satisfy your innate desire to... be Americans. We channel all those more violent and vigourous feelings into hockey (and fabulously violent group sex, but that's another issue.) But it's to be expected that about 96% of you will end up wanting to go back. Which is cool too.

But it leads us back to the core issue - sooner or later, the Red-eyed Right has to be beaten. The only questions are, do you want to beat them at war... or at peace? And do you want to do it now... or later?

Since I know what most of you will answer to that, in the meantime I'd suggest you just imagine Canada as a quiet refuge, cottage country, somewhere you could come and unwind from time to time, where 33 million people would all think you're sane. On health care. Guns. Wars.

And given a few months, you'd feel refreshed, and want to head back to reclaim that country of yours. Otherwise... if you're gonna come and stay... you may need to accept some cultural practices that aren't all that pretty..... Today's Get Fuzzy. ;-)

P.S. And would somebody please get that American moose off the ceiling? He's got mud on his hoofs. Such manners.

I was up in Boston area for a concert last night and while I was out having a smoke between sets I saw proudly displayed in one of the shop windows a T-shirt which read...

"The People's Republic of Cambridge"

Then I smiled and nodded approvingly...

Dopes to Infinity...

I can see by the hole in your head that you wanna be friends, you're the right one baby

I can tell by the moon in your eyes that you're loved by the tribe
You're the right one baby

Hook you up to the coil of the one who makes time with the sun
And who keeps us pumping
See your mind on the hood of my car, and forever in power
As the world keeps dumping down

We are the only ones

Put the earth in the crook of your arm now
Tease it and charm it and watch life spray everywhere

I have something more cosmic in mind
It's a warpage of time and it's bliss for everyone

Hook you up to the coil of the one who makes time with the sun
And who keeps us pumping
See your mind on the hood of my car, and forever in power
As the world keeps dumping down

We are the only ones
Oh yeah
Yeah we are the only ones

(What can I say)
(What can I say)
(What can I say)
(What can I say)

We are all here my friend
All dogged all spaced but all so beautiful
We burn that mountain down
And always pump for peace when possible
We bite ourselves and bite our dogs
And stretch the flesh unmovable
We are all here my friends
Alive and spaced but all so beautiful

We are all here my friends
All dead and spaced but all so beautiful
We burn that mountain down
And always pump for peace when possible
We bite ourselves and bite our dogs
And stretch the flesh unmovable
We are all here my friends
Alive and spaced but all so beautiful

A Commune in Canada? Why I remember that idea from the late 1960's and early 1970's.

Come instead to California, the new New York City. Yes, at least Northern California is just that. I think Berkeley has outgrown itself and spread to Vancouver, BC. That's British Columbia the Province, not the era.

Besides I am not sure all New Englanders would appreciate the Québec culture- unless Montreal outgrows itself and spreads to New Orleans. Street signs in large French over smaller English letters, all that snow to shovel in the biting cold, accents unfamiliar. Ah, but wait. Real sirop d'érable and those Montreal bagels, hmmm.

Take heart, Lissy B. Your country will return to you.

I'm with quinn. Americans can't handle Canada. The Loonies and Toonies alone would cause consternation in most basic of transactions.

Then there's the fucking metric system you'd have to deal with. You'll never know how cold it really is outside. Thirty-two degrees? Where's my sweater?

No, I think you folks should stay put.

I don't know about moose in Canada. They must be something special. Up in Maine, a common phrase is, "dumber than a moose". What I am interested to know is how they get on the ceiling and why do they do that? Is that like a fly on the wall? I can put up with fly specs but what happens in the case of moose specs? Isn't that a little messy? Do you post a sign: "Caution, Watch for Falling Moose Turds".

I'm just back from a week in Yellowstone...Montana, Wyoming...I'm tellin' ya people, it's scary out there. I have to say, I'm about ready for a commune.

Love your stuff...you have quite the wit..keep on keeping on...

I'll happily join the commune if allowed. But do try to find a location that has neither oil nor diamonds under it, OK?