My wife and I are American citizens, and so are our kids, but we moved to Canada twelve years ago. It wasn’t a political statement of some kind. We weren’t trying to escape anything or looking to pursue a different lifestyle. We were just visiting and happened to find a house we loved.
In our ignorance, we bought the house first, then began looking into the details of emigration. We did this because it never occurred to us that there would be anything complicated about the process. At that time, you could cross the border quickly and with minimal preparation. A few cursory questions and they waved you in; when you wanted to leave, they waved you back out. As long as you weren’t carrying machine guns or fresh vegetables, the transition was effortless. In many ways, it didn’t even feel as though you were traveling between countries. And unless you stay a while, it’s still hard to notice the differences.
But differences there are. The main one is that if you’re Canadian, you’re pretty interested in what I’m going to say. If you’re American and facing the prospect of having to learn something about Canada, you’ve already stopped reading. But just in case, and at the extreme risk of generalizing, here’s how to distinguish between the two countries and their people.
1. Over-doing it and under-doing it.
We saw this almost immediately. We arrived on June 29th, two days before Canada Day, a national holiday that celebrates the birth of the country. Like the Fourth of July, Canada Day’s festivities include fireworks, but the similarity ends there. Canadian fireworks are like the cartoon before the movie. If there happen to be Americans at a Canadian fireworks display, you can pick them out easily. They’re the ones saying, “Is it over already? It can’t be over. Really? That’s it? No. You’re kidding me.” You spend an hour getting to the place, parking the car, and staking out a spot. You spend another hour getting back to your car, sitting in traffic, and driving home. In between there are about five minutes of fireworks, which still somehow causes the Canadians in the crowd to marvel at how the show seems to get better every year.
At the other extreme, American fireworks are like Gandhi, uncut and shown without commercial interruption. They go on and on. Even a small, local display can last twenty or thirty minutes and cast enough light to let you read a short book. If you’re watching the celebration in New York or Washington, you can earn your GED, get married, and start a family before the show is over.
2. Anger.
In the US, if you’re standing on a long line at the bank, sooner or later someone is going to say in a loud voice, “It might help if they had more tellers!” In Canada, people stand in a queue, and they will stand there quietly for as long as it takes. They don’t raise their voices, and if they need to express uncontrollable rage, will write a letter to the editor of the local newspaper.
Here’s one odd exception. In America, politicians are cordial to each other, even those on opposite sides of an issue — even those who hate each other’s guts. When they’re together they are respectful and even deferential, referring to one another as “My esteemed colleague.” In Canada, politicians in Parliament scream at the top of their lungs, often at the same time and for minutes on end, making it really hard to hear what anyone is saying. I think that’s the basis of Canadian politics: The people don’t like yelling themselves, so they elect representatives to yell for them.
3. Language barriers.
In the United States, most people speak English, but a large minority speak Spanish. The English-speaking Americans and the Spanish-speaking Americans can’t stand each other. This problem doesn’t exist in Canada. Here, most people speak English, but a large minority speak French. The English-speaking Canadians and the French-speaking Canadians can’t stand each other. The difference, again, is no yelling.
4. Elections.
As with fireworks, American campaigns go on forever. With each cycle they seem to begin earlier and earlier, but at least you know that Election Day will be the end of them for a predetermined amount of time. Once a president is elected, that’s it for four years. Not so in Canada. I can’t say I’ve come to understand the system completely, but if the prime minister and the ruling party believe they will suffer by waiting, they can call an election much sooner. The amazing part is, the whole thing happens in a matter of weeks, less time than it takes for American candidates to announce a running mate or explain that ridiculous comment they made last month in North Carolina.
5. Sports.
Americans are crazy for baseball and football. Canadians love hockey, and a sport called curling, which involves sliding a big rock down the ice while two people with brooms try to guide the rock into a circle by sweeping. This reminds me of bowling, a simplistic game that requires you to roll a heavy ball and knock down as many pins as you can. To compensate for the lack of complexity, both sports use complicated scoring systems that, thus far, have eluded my comprehension. This also gives the play-by-play announcers something to say besides “good one!”
6. Holidays.
Canada has most holidays in common with those of the US, but there are a few differences. While Americans celebrate Memorial Day near the end of May, Canadians have Victoria Day, which honors the nineteenth-century Queen of England. I’ve already mentioned Canada Day on July 1st, followed by Labor Day at the beginning of September. Now you really have to pay attention. Canada has Thanksgiving on the second Monday of October, when Americans are marching in their Columbus Day parades. Both countries celebrate Halloween in exactly the same way on the 31st, then Veterans Day in the United States and Remembrance Day in Canada, both on the eleventh of November. A couple of weeks later, the American Thanksgiving serves as a buffer between Halloween and Christmas, but Canada has nothing until December 25th. With no imminent holiday pushing Canadians to switch over, evidence of Halloween tends to linger for several weeks; meanwhile, eagerness for Christmas causes twinkling lights and angels to appear earlier than you might expect. One result of this overlap is that you can drive down a street in late November and see witches sharing the skies with reindeer. That’s a little unsettling. And because retail stores no longer acknowledge any gap between holidays, in Canada you could reach for a smiling Frosty the Snowman on the shelf and find yourself holding a skull with blood dripping from its eye sockets.
The day after Christmas in Canada is called Boxing Day. We haven’t met anyone yet who can adequately explain what this is. In the United States, the day after Christmas is called December 26th.
7. Money.
Currency is pretty much the same, and lately, pretty much equal in value. The main difference is that in Canada, they have one-dollar and two-dollar coins, and actually use them. Paper dollar bills are gone. If you see an American and a Canadian walking down the street, you can spot the Canadian without fail: he’s the one leaning to either the right or the left, depending on which pocket he uses to carry his change. In the US, if someone hands you a two-dollar bill, he’s just visiting.
8. Culture.
It’s the same, and getting more so every day. Same pathetic television shows, same fast food restaurants, same music, movies, cars, clothing. The major difference is that Canadians don’t know how to say the word bagel. They pronounce it baggle. This alone was almost enough to make us want to move back.
9. Personality.
If I had to pin it down to one thing, I would say that Canada is quiet, insecure, and cautious, and the United States is loud, bold, and reckless. That wouldn’t be a problem, but we happen to be sharing this weird three-story house called North America. Mexico is in the basement, just below the main floor, which is occupied by the United States. People in the US pay a great deal of attention to the basement because a lot of Mexicans are trying to come upstairs to get a well-paying job. Canada is in the attic. Every once in a while Americans look up and think to themselves, hey, I almost forgot that was there. Meanwhile, Canadians press their ears to the floor, trying to listen and at the same time trying to pretend they don’t care. But Canadians don’t have to wonder what’s going on downstairs; they can’t avoid it. Americans tend to make a lot of noise, and it’s hard to ignore. That’s why Canada imitates the US in every way possible: “They’ve got a television show called America’s Biggest Moron! We should make our own television show. Let’s call it Canada’s Biggest Moron!
10. Geography.
Mention any Canadian town or city to the average American, and the reply will be, “Is that near Toronto? My cousin went to Toronto once.” You’d be hard-pressed to find an American who could name all ten of Canada’s provinces. Canadians, on the other hand, can name all fifty states and most of the capitals, too. They can tell you how long it takes to drive from Boston to Philadelphia, and where Wyoming is in relation to Kansas.
In short, it isn’t that Americans think bad things about Canada; it’s that they don’t think anything at all. And deep down, that’s what drives Canadians crazy. It’s their own invisibility they struggle with. If Canada had been smaller and located in Asia, they would be much more famous. They would have been America’s most consistent ally during the Cold War, similar to the role Israel has played in the Middle East. But here, Canada seems drab and colorless, with few discernible bragging rights. True, they have the better Niagara Falls, but do most people even realize that? Their dollar coin is called the Loonie, and features a picture of someone else’s queen. Their professional football team in Montreal is nicknamed the Alouettes, for crying out loud. Their population is the same as that of California, spread out over the second-largest nation in the world; on a map, the upper half of Canada looks like ice cubes floating in a bathtub.
The thing is, even if Canada had bragging rights, they’d remain modest. That’s who they are. Canadians don’t beat their chests and claim their country is the greatest in the world, and they don’t feel comfortable calling attention to themselves. But like Americans, they are intensely proud of what they are and what they stand for. And they love their country. Criticize it, and you’re likely to see some real fireworks. Finally.
heidit
October 4, 2010
Fantastic post, really gets to the differences between Canadians and Americans. I can explain some of the differences (political systems, Boxing Day, the queen) but this isn’t really the forum for it.
If you want fireworks, I suggest looking into an editorial from somewhere in the US shortly following the Olympics. The writer (sorry, I forget who he was) compared Canada’s nationalistic pride during the Olympic Winter Games to that of Nazi Germany. It was a terrible editorial and may be the reason that Canadians stay so modest–when we show our pride, someone, somewhere calls us out on it and we get compared to Nazis (and no matter how you slice it, that’s not a compliment). Anyhow, enough Canadians wrote in to complain that he had to print an apology, so when we put our minds to it, we can make people apologize for things.
I think the main difference between Canada and the US is this (I’ve come to it after literally 2 minutes of pondering it): it is virtually impossible in Canada to go an entire day without thinking or hearing about something to do with the US. In the US, you could go for centuries without thinking about Canada. In the news last night–Canadian news–was a story about a man in the US who was shot. As far as I could tell, there was zero link to Canada in the story. The reporter was from a US station and the story had nothing to do with tourism or anything else that could possibly considered Canada-related. Yet we get news stories like that all the time. Don’t get me wrong–it’s sad that the man was shot. But what relevance it has to Canada is completely beyond me.
I’m certain if the same event happened in Canada, almost no other country would have reported on it.
I get the sense that Canadians might be a bit psychic. Last night I dreamed about bagels (pronounced baggels). I never dream about them. So I must have sensed they would be in your blog post.
Thanks for the laughs (although I have to warn you, I’m starting to expect them now).
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bronxboy55
October 5, 2010
There are no doubt entire books that address the strange relationship between these two countries, and my perspective is a pinpoint in the bigger picture. I’d love to hear more of your thoughts and explanations, as well. I hadn’t heard the story about the Olympics, but I’ll look for it. People need to stop comparing anything to the Nazis — it’s never received well.
I’ve observed the same one-way street in the reporting of news. When the US elects a new president, it’s front page news in Canada. When there’s a new Canadian prime minister, most Americans are unaware of it; they probably don’t even know who the outgoing PM was, or even that Canada has a prime minister.
As I said, it’s a strange relationship. But I appreciate your kind words.
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cooperstownersincanada
October 4, 2010
Nice work! A humorous and exhaustive summary of the differences between Canadians and Americans. I have to confess that I do say “baggle” though and apparently I do say aboot rather than about. Hope we can still be friends 🙂
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bronxboy55
October 5, 2010
People have to tolerate a lot of things about me, so I can overlook those minor infractions, Kevin. I don’t know about exhaustive, though: I’m sure you could write a post of your own on this topic. How about the differences between American and Canadian baseball fans?
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shoreacres
October 4, 2010
I love Canada. I certainly have fond memories. I spent a few days in Elma, Manitoba once. I actually found the hotel in this video at about 1:33. Things don’t change a lot in Elma.
I’ve spent most of my time in Manitoba and Saskatchewan, so when you say “Canada” to me I think: wheat fields. Winnipeg goldeye. Ukrainian-heritage villages. I also think Ian and Sylvia,
Metis fiddle and learning to dance on roller skates to The Stampeders’ Sweet City Woman.
Thanks for the memories!
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bronxboy55
October 5, 2010
I’ve never been farther west than Toronto, but that video certainly makes Elma look inviting, midwife and all. Have you ever visited Atlantic Canada?
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magsx2
October 5, 2010
Hi,
I’m an Aussie, but I would just like to say that I really enjoyed the read, and I loved your cartoons, very good.
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bronxboy55
October 5, 2010
Does Australia suffer from a similar kind of invisibility status? You guys never cause any trouble, which seems to mean you’re going to be ignored in life.
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magsx2
October 7, 2010
Hi,
You are spot on. I think it’s mainly because we are so far away from everything, we really are “The Land Down Under”.
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bronxboy55
October 9, 2010
Doesn’t that phrase bother you? It implies that the center of the world is somewhere else, specifically in the northern hemisphere. Do Australians have a phrase they use to balance that one out? Like, Those Other Places Up There?
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magsx2
October 11, 2010
Hi,
No doesn’t bother us at all, we love using the phase “The Land Down Under” and proud also of the song.
We don’t actually have a phrase that balances out the rest of the world, but we hate the fact it cost heaps of dollars to fly to get to see the rest of the world.
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Patricia
October 5, 2010
Hi Charles
Great post. We don’t think we are invisible here in Australia. In fact for such a small nation (population wise) we hit far above our weight in sport 🙂 and reckon we live in the best country in the world.
Maybe you could equate Australia/New Zealand to your post. The Kiwis tend to be our cousins across the ditch who we can beat in most sports (except the rugby at the moment) and when people meet us overseas often ask them if they are Aussies and they do get annoyed lol
Also lots of them live in Australia. Not many of us live in N.Z.
Because Canada and Australia are both Commonwealth countries (Mother England and all that) we have lots of similarities from what you have shared here. Including our parlimentary system.
Re: Boxing Day. It was when the wealthy would box up food from their Christmas Day feasts and distribute it to the poor. Now we just eat whatever was left over from Christmas Day ourselves and have a public holiday.
Patricia Perth Australia
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bronxboy55
October 5, 2010
I’ve heard that about Australia and New Zealand. I’ve also heard both are beautiful, and great places to visit. Maybe someday.
Thanks for the comment, Patricia.
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Marie M
October 5, 2010
Beautifully differentiated cultural analysis! And kindly expressed, too. Thanks for the insights!
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bronxboy55
October 6, 2010
Thanks, Marie. I always appreciate your feedback.
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Betty Londergan
October 6, 2010
I love Canada — and I DO know all ten provinces .. for some reason, my sixth grade teacher was a fanatic about it and we saw dozens of films about Canada, and I particularly remember Saskatchewan… the Breadbasket of Canada! But it’s true about Canadians being quiet and kinda overlooked. Every time I traveled around the world, I would run into quiet Canadians who would get (justifiably) so annoyed when people routinely mistook them for Americans — even though they’d have their gear, clothes, hats, etc.emblazoned with maple leaves. We’re like the ultimate older sibling overshadowing everything …
wonder whether Canadians resent Americans living there??? (but not YOU, surely!)
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bronxboy55
October 6, 2010
Apparently New Zealanders have the same problem being mistaken for Australians (see Patricia’s comment above). You’re right: It’s exactly like having to live in the shadow of some older sibling who does everything bigger and better. Well, bigger anyway.
I think Canadians feel about Americans the way some people feel about cats. They dislike them in general, but they do like certain individuals. It also depends on where in Canada you live. In big cities like Toronto, I don’t think anyone cares where you’re from, as long as you don’t steal their car.
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Val Erde
October 6, 2010
Great post! (For some reason, I seem unable to type today without having to correct ridiculous spelling errors, like, I just typed ‘great powst’. Hmmm.)
Canadians always strike me, here in the UK, as quiet people. Reserved, rather polite. And also – eccentric! Do you find that? Are they eccentric in their own country? Anyway, I like that about them. And I’ve never had a Canadian not understand the British sense of humour which a lot of Americans just ‘don’t get’. (Ditto Australians.)
Baggels??? An alternative pronunciation is surely Byg’ls… but not baggles!! Is that a long, drawn out ‘aaaaaa’? Weird…
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bronxboy55
October 9, 2010
I don’t think you can be eccentric in your own country. It’s like an accent: You don’t have an English accent until you go somewhere else. I do have a little trouble with the Canadian sense of humor. I like subtlety, but it’s a little too low-key, at least much of the time. And it’s definitely “baggle,” rhyming with “haggle.”
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Tessie
November 28, 2010
Oh Canada! This post makes me miss home. I work with Allison I came to your blog after she linked it to her Facebook. I really enjoyed reading this post, especially the bit about our politicians. Canada hardly makes a stir in international headlines, but the news made it all the way to China last year when a politician from NB flipped off another.
If you really want to see some fireworks- I suggest a visit to Beijing during the Chinese New Year. It’s phenomenal. Huge firework displays by families trying to outdo the family before them. It goes on for almost two weeks, and you don’t have to go anywhere.
I am left with just one puzzle. How else could you pronounce bagel?? It seems I will have to survey my American and European friends about this.
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bronxboy55
November 28, 2010
I’ve heard from a couple of people in BC that Vancouver has award-winning fireworks. I didn’t even know they gave awards for fireworks.
It isn’t surprising that Canada doesn’t show up a lot in world headlines — there’s too much glare from the endless news coming out of the US. It’s also not surprising that Beijing would have amazing fireworks (or that they’re not too concerned about air quality). Really, though — two weeks?
Bagel should be pronounced “BAY-gull.” Try it. “BAY-gull.” It’s easy. I’m a very tolerant person and I love creativity and diversity, but I can’t tolerate “baggle.” It causes the same reaction in me that Canadians have when an American says “ice hockey.”
Thanks for your comment, Tessie. I hope you’ll come back again. Meanwhile, I’m going to check out your blog. Please give Allison a hug for me.
And don’t forget to practice: “BAY-gull.”
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Bill(y)
December 4, 2010
Hey Charley – I saw this site from your FB post.
Of particular interest to me as I crossed the 20-year mark of living outside the US, but have of course paid US taxes plus taxes in Japan and Singapore all those years.
I actually formed similar perspectives about the States as you mentioned many moons ago. And over the years those perspectives grew in depth and width, to where I have a whole closet-full. I’m not anti-anything, but there are things I now gravitate away from….
And I have often considered, sometimes wanted, to return to the States, just not to where I / we grew up.
San Diego Sounds nice. High unemployment and the risks inherent with my age, don’t sound so nice.
The prospect of becoming a Canadian has been on- and off my mind for some time now. Probably hard to do that being in Singapore, but one can at least wonder.
B
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bronxboy55
December 4, 2010
Hi, Bill. It’s great to hear from you. I didn’t know you were living in Singapore. Where did you live in Japan? My wife was born there and we’ve talked about living there, at least for a while. We’ve also thought about southern California — a warmer climate does seem nice, especially during the long winters here.
Thanks for reading, and I hope we’ll keep in touch.
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Bill(y)
December 5, 2010
Hi Charlie, and sorry about the Charley. Or should I say Charles….
I lived in Tokyo from 1990-2004, and in Singapore since. I won’t comment on the latter here as that could take pages…..
Living in Japan, and Tokyo in particular is great, but it’s not for everyone. It’s a big, impersonal city, Japan’s society is a very constrained one, in many ways very strict, with lots of protocol, some of which you are absolved from by being a foreigner. Tokyo is a world center but still in many ways still not international.
Life outside the big cities can be very nice and balanced.
The Japanese are at the same time wonderful people and at the worst xenophobic and at the least, naive, believing what they see in Stallone movies. Cordial on the outside, hard to really ever get to know.
In 14 years, excluding scores of girlfriends of vastly varying depths of relationship, I can count on one hand the number of Japanese male friends who don’t stretch the term ‘friend’ and gravitate more towards “conditional acquaintance” . And it’s not just a Japanese-foreigner thing, most are very reserved to each other, having relationships of compartmentalized and defined function.
From coworkers and fellow musicians, to the different bands of surfer friends. For example the latter with whom, weekday office workers like myself, when joining me on our weekly two-hour journeys out of Tokyo to the seaside, I would still find myself in quandaries like, “do I allow them to choose the music from my CDs”, “leave it on” or “wait for them to choose another”, “choose one and either force them to listen to something they don’t like but would never say so and endure it”, or, choose to sit in silence because it’s just easier.
Decisions like this are always complicated by the number of people in the group and the levels of relationship within that particular group’s dynamic.
Having said that, another group, these surf hippies, were just the opposite – open, friendly, laid-back Earth Dogs who lived for the weekend and the beach.
And having said all that, my wife, if you didn’t already know from FB, is Japanese.
The food and food culture are great, but not so much for a vegetarian like yourself, though it’s possible. I learned to love fish and eat less meat there, and to eat healthier in general.
There are times to live there and now is not one of them – Japan’s economy and unemployment is as dire as it is in the States. I loved living there, and only left because of this. That, and my age becoming a barrier, as age discrimination does exist.
Best thing to do is visit there – as my closest friend there for many years and the Best Man at my wedding, an Irish who had lived there a few years before me said, Japan is a personal experience, and they vary greatly.
I wouldn’t trade in those years for anything.
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bronxboy55
December 5, 2010
Do you have a blog? I’m sure a lot of other people would be as interested in your experiences as I am. You have a real skill at explaining with examples.
What part of Japan is your wife from? We were there in 2006 for almost two weeks. We went to Tokyo, Nikko, Hakone, Kyoto, Nara, Nagoya, and Okazaki. My wife Maria was born in Nagoya, and most of her family lives in Okazaki; we stayed with them for four or five days. I loved every minute of that trip. We’re planning to go back in 2012, and we can’t wait. But I also understand what you mean about living there on a permanent basis. There’s a lot more reality involved when you live in a place, rather than visiting for a couple of weeks. We found that out just moving across the border to Canada.
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mcgulotta
March 26, 2012
That is so true, it is different when you live somewhere on a permanent basis. There is lot more reality involved. Here it is 2012 and we’re not planning a trip for Japan.
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bronxboy55
November 2, 2012
It would’ve been tough to do this year.
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Bill(y)
December 7, 2010
Wow, thanks Charles (can I still call you Charlie?) – kind words and I’m gushing. There a lot of great vibes coming from your site, both from you and your contributors.
I have wanted to write for some time but have not. On re-reading I see I mixed up my thoughts a bit, strange as I’m usually the Grammar Police.
There is a movie or screen play, see I don’t even know the difference, that I’ve wanted to write for over 10 years now, and it still isn’t written. I keep thinking I’ll do it on my next trip to Thailand and park myself at a beach-side bar and get it started at least. Already the actor I wanted to star in my movie has passed away, Jack Lemmon, he would have been perfect for it.
Yuko is from Tokyo. Actually her father was a big guy in the war, part of the royalty of the Navy. Bust she comes from a modest upbringing. I’ve been to all of the places you mentioned except Okazaki.
Yeah, maybe I should start a blog. Long ago I tried writing lyrics but I found I didn’t have anything really to say. The occasional Huntington Post post and being a cynic on local forums has gotten old…. But it’s like music – I’m not great at composing, but I do pretty well collaborating with others in the creation process.
I actually have two movies in my head – one is a concept and I know the story line, the other I have no story line but it is a great idea for a horror movie (I don’t actually like horror movies) that I’m surprised no one thought of yet.
Can you patent your ideas?
Rhetorical question.
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bronxboy55
December 8, 2010
No, I’m pretty sure you can’t patent or copyright ideas, so you’d better get started on those screenplays!
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Margie
March 12, 2011
Curling – chess on ice – try it someday. It is much harder than it looks.
Fireworks – Calgary Globalfest in August.
Boxing Day – came from the Brits, apparently. I think it is a day for eating leftover turkey…
Cartoons by Ron Leishman – I see you enjoy his work as much as I do!
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bronxboy55
March 13, 2011
Many people had been asking where the cartoons were coming from and I kept having to tell them that it was an anonymous artist I found on iclipart.com. Ron recently contacted me directly and now I’m thinking of subscribing to his service, as well. My blog wouldn’t be the same without his work.
Thanks, Margie. I’m going to check out your blog, too.
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Chichina
May 11, 2013
PEI is not a microcosm of Canada proper, I’ve discovered. They have weird accents here, and say “slippy” instead of slippery. They call cars “rigs”. Where I come from, a rig is a big honkin’ truck. They also call arriving at a friends place “landing” like we have the capability of a 747. Don’t even get me started on the “baggle”. I develop a nervous twitch whenever I hear that.
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2013
We could have a long conversation about these things someday. It amazes me how, with everyone speaking English, there’s so much opportunity for misunderstanding.
I’m glad you feel that way about baggle.
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