I love Canadians. I think you guys are pretty cool peoples. A lot of my favorite artisans and comedians seem to come from there, and you guys are right next door from me. Despite all the benefits Canada seems to offer, I’m still rather proud of my country on the whole; I like the idea of America, being an American, and calling myself one. Someone here mentioned we have higher highs and lower lows, which I totally agree with… but it’s nice and warm here in the middle (with a lot of company.) I’ve no real burning jealousy of other nations.
It’s funny, I sorta meant for this to be a joke thread, but I find myself answering pretty seriously. I suck at joke threads.
Nope, I live (and have always lived) in the greater Detroit area. I’ve been lucky in who has come across my work, and word-of-mouth. High-speed internet is the only thing that really allows me to do my thing remotely. But most of my work does come from NYC or LA.
Are you kidding? Hellmann’s. It’s the Heinz Ketchup of Mayonnaise!
Actually, I didn’t really answer the second part of your question, even though I’m sure you meant that as if I lived in/around LA.
But yes, I’d love to move farther into northern Michigan, somewhere not too far from Lake Michigan. Somewhere more peaceful, bucolic and even rustic. I love the pines, the beach and log homes. It’s as close as I can probably get to feeling Canadian.
Being a white guy, myself, I recognize the stereotypes, but only a few apply to me. I do like camping, but never went through a Bob Marley phase, and I can’t stand trendy Ray Bans. Didn’t care for Where the Wild Things Are either.
I already bunk with a five year old and a thirty year old, so I hope your eleven year old doesn’t mind! I’ll bring the Sega Genesis. I still have Jungle Strike and Beavis and Butthead, and if you hold the controller just right sometimes it even works.
Yep. Anything more would be superfluous, but perhaps highly enjoyable. I have no desire to live a lifestyle of lavish trappings. I’m comfortable with how things are now, and I wouldn’t want most of it to change, no matter how big my bank account swelled.
I do, however I was probably closer to poor in the 80s. But hey, those were my adolescent years (7 — 16)… I hardly knew any better! But I did wish we had air conditioning, and my room between the attic had a window; felt like I was being squeezed literally.