All hail the Bluths!
(The Strokes – Juice Box)
So I’ve been toying with the idea of changing my name. After so many years of being teased as the kid with the girl’s name, I’ve had enough. Ok, I’m actually not that serious about changing my name but if I was, it would have to be something grand like Magnus or Maximus (Max for short). Or it could be something obscure and unique like Yevgeny. Or how about something hip and new-age like iShake or eJones.
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My sister just came back from the great north for the holidays. She spends most of the year up north teaching science, math and English to the natives. She told me that she recently had a chance to eat some moose meat and some Canada geese meat. I told her she should’ve went for the Canadian animals trifecta and have some beaver as well. I think the oddest thing I’ve ever eaten is BBQ’s chicken feet at dim sum. It actually tasted pretty good. Which goes to show that you should never judge the feet by the wrinkly toes and sharp talons. Do chickens have talons?
2 comments:
when i was a kid (okay, a very-gullibe 17), i had a canadian chat-buddy who told me that in an effort to protect endangered species from natural predators, all canadians who lived in houses and had yards were required to keep a moose as a pet, and all who lived in apartments had to keep a beaver or a goose.
and i BELIEVED him!
Your Canadian chat-buddy wasn't lying. I have a moose in my yard and I have a pet beaver as well. I like to think that I'm doing more than my part to sustain this great wilderness we have.
Did your buddy also tell you that Canadians never lie? Cuz we don't.
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