Yeah, in a Jim Varney kinda way.
I was kidding, but I think if the cone of uncertainty gets big enough, there isn’t much to differentiate it from guessing. 
I think it’s made from all the feathers plucked from sad factory chickens.
Anyone interested in buying Wayne Gretzky’s house? It’s for sale.
Does Walter still live in the same bungalow in Brantford?
Well, I guess it’s our turn. Lots of centimeters of snow today with a nice high wind to make it interesting. I’m going to walk to Safeway to get my lunches for next week; I don’t want to drive on these roads.
Yes, pretty bad here too. Thankfully, I don’t have to go out today, but tomorrow is a different story–Environment Canada is saying it may continue through until tomorrow.
Please keep it over there. Last Wednesday we got 25 cm of wet, heavy snow in Ottawa. It was the absolute worst highway driving experience of my life on the way home from Chalk River that evening.
The snow had compacted down into ice nodules on some stretches. It was like a washboard gravel road, except with ice and snow. Cars and trucks were in the ditch or abandoned. And after I got home I got to plough my driveway, and then I went and did my neighbour’s (both ~200 feet long).
I worked from home on Thursday!
That really, truly sucks, Leaffan. I’m supposed to drive on the highway to go to work tomorrow morning - if the roads are bad, that’s just not happening. We don’t need the money nearly bad enough. 
The roads were not good for driving, and the sidewalks were not good for walking - walking uphill through a foot of snow, dragging my groceries behind me was quite a workout! I got some nice shots of some articulated buses stuck in the snow and blocking traffic, though - here,
here,
here,
here, and and here.
Well, son of a gun. We have the same buses with the same issue.
The line we’ve been given is that snow tires are not available for these buses. City Council has been taking it on the chin for a few years over this, but this straw probably broke the camel’s back. Commuters were very inconvenienced last Wednesday.
Yeah, this is a known problem with articulated buses - they do not do snow well. There wasn’t even a hill there - if there had been, I think they might have rolled over and exploded. 
It was interesting driving this morning, and it hadn’t even been snowing long! It started what… about 7 ish? I had to drive home from the zoo (Cub sleepover) and made it home safe and sound but passed two spinouts on Deerfoot going each way and got a phonecall from Mom while on my way (I let it go to voicemail!) telling me that my usual work route was closed (yay) and several others also for downed power lines.
I’ve been inside since we got home, thank goodness I did some shopping yesterday. It’s been distracting seeing sheets of snow coming from somewhere (probably the roof) flying past the window…
Well, we just finished watching “Argo” - as expected, the Canadian role in “The Canadian Caper” was all but completely disregarded. The hand-waving at the end that indicated that the US Americans did everything, and they had to *pretend * that the credit should go to the Canadians so the Iranians wouldn’t start an international incident was particularly galling. What’s next, an American movie about how airports in America took in all the American planes on September 11th, 2001 after terrorists flew planes into the World Trade Center?
Well, consider that movie crossed off my to-watch list. Seriously, do they think Americans won’t watch movies where Americans aren’t the heroes of the piece?
It’s hardly a new phenomenon. Ask the Brits about U-571.
Yes.
I know, I saw that on in the theatre. Which is why I know seeing another Americanised ‘based on a true story’ movie will just annoy me.
Historical literacy is bad enough without people deliberately pissing in the meme-pool.
Yeah, it was annoying. We knew going in that it would be like that, so we consciously suspended our irritation. 
Hey, I just heard from my mom that Telemiracle broke a new record! Way to go, Saskatchewan!
Or The Great Escape. In the actual Great Escape, no Americans took part–much less, motorcycle-riding ones who spent much of their time in the cooler. It was a Commonwealth operation, consisting of British, Canadian, and other non-American prisoners. The head engineer of the tunnel project was Wally Floody, who had worked in mining in northern Ontario.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen The Longest Day, but I don’t recall the Canadians being mentioned or featured much, if at all. If I recall the film correctly, D-Day was solely a UK-US operation.
The Devil’s Brigade was one they mostly got right, except that the Americans in the First Special Service Force were not washed-up losers who just needed a good CO and excellent training to live up to their potential; and the Canadians were not as comically spit-and-polish as they were made out to be, nor did they have English accents. In fact, both nations contributed well-trained and disciplined troops who did themselves proud in Europe.
Let’s face it, Hollywood has a long track record of fictionalizing history to show Americans in a good light. Often, at our (and other countries’) expense.
Regardless, if we want our story to be told, we should not wait for Hollywood to produce it–perhaps we should produce it ourselves. Yes, I know we did it with The Canadian Caper (cf. Argo), and all us Canucks loved it; but it seems to me that we need to produce films that non-Canadians want to see too.
Let’s have a little fun. Let’s do like the Americans do, and rewrite the definitive Canadian version of Argo (hey, if Hollywod can fictionalize it, so can we):
The six Americans escape, and are on the run in Teheran.
Suddenly, six women in camo bikinis appear (gotta have the sex appeal, which Canadian movies never have). They are equipped with both handguns (strapped to their thighs), as well as AR-15s. They escort the confused and scared Americans to the Canadian ambassador’s house.
The women are identified as members of CHICS: Canadian Heavies In Crown Service. A CIA official tries to intervene in the name of the United States of America, but the CHICS put him up against the wall, and ask, “You think so, Yankee-boy? This is our operation.”
The CIA operative is forced to leave, and is promptly set upon by an angry Iranian mob. He dies.
The US President is at a loss for what to do. This never happened in the movies that he starred in–the US always won. What to do? He calls the Canadian PM for advice.
The Canadian PM calmly advises that “we have everything under control.” The US President asks, “With your military? You have to be kidding!” The Canadian PM says, “We don’t need a military. Just watch us.” The US President has a flashback to 1970–after an advisor, who knows a researcher, who took “Canadian Studies” at the University of Rhode Island, tells him what “just watch me” means in Canada. The President agrees to let the Canadian PM handle things.
The Canadian cabinet agrees to issue fake Canadian passports to the six Americans–only if each can pass Canadian tests. Each must agree that hockey is the best game ever; that the Stanley Cup is more valuable than the Super Bowl; that basketball isn’t really a game and besides, it sucks; that Harvard gives a lesser education than University of Toronto; that CFL is superior to NFL; and that single-payer healthcare is better to whatever the US offers under private health insurance. All six Americans agree.
Off to the airport. The six CHICS run interference, which mostly consists of shocking Muslim clerics on the streets of Teheran. (We need sex appeal at this point to keep the audience interested.) At the airport, the pseudo-Canadians (i.e. Americans) hand over their passports to the Iranian exit control guard.
Iranian official: Who is going to win the next Stanley Cup?
Pseudo-Canadian: Boston. Toronto always sucks.
Iranian official: Yes. What are you looking forward to when you get home?
Pseudo-Canadian: An ice-cold Ex.
Iranian official: Good. Do you have any cigarettes?
Pseudo-Canadian: Sure do. Export, eh? [Or “DuMauri-eh” or “Matin-eh.”]
Iranian official: Thank you. Have a nice trip.
The six Americans touch down in Toronto. The US President is there, welcoming his coutrymen home, but also tearfully thanking the Canadian PM. The PM breaks the fourth wall, and winks at the camera.
Next–Canadian Caper Two: Kandahar Boogaloo.
We would also accept;
“What are you looking forward to when you get home?”
“Heading off to Timmies for a double-double.”