An anglophone from the west. A francophone town. Hoo boy.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

pimp mon char

With gas prices around here averaging 139.4 per litre, and looking to go up, we thought there was no better time to buy a car. Yar. But it's good. Now we don't have to time grocery shopping with the bus schedule, I don't have to wait around for an hour after work if I want to take the bus home, and best of all we can get out of town with minimal effort. Like this weekend, we drove out to see the waterfalls at St.Ursule. I'd forgotten how nice it was to be able to leave the city and go somewhere where you can almost hear the plants photosynthesizing. Here's some video of the falls, photosynthesis not included.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

damn hippies! get off my lawn!

Living downtown is fabulous*. At least until the weather gets nice and everyone else decides to head down to enjoy the fabulous-ness.

Especially the hippies that live in Trois-Rivières. All three of them. They've decided to take up residence in the small park across the street from our appartment. So on any given sunny afternoon, they're out there drumming. I don't have any inherent problems with drumming, but come on. Who really enjoys listening to drumming circles? Especially when they're trying to listen to the radio? Or trying to do work? Or trying to enjoy the sunshine? Or a beer on the balcony?

I think I might have to invest in a pellet gun to convince them that they should go elsewhere...

Damn hippies.

*Even a tiny downtown like we have here. What it lacks in class it makes up for with proximity to waterfront. And lots of ice cream parlours. I likes me some ice cream.

Friday, May 9, 2008


I've taken to dreaming in French these days. It's a bit of a strange experience, particularly when I realize while I'm dreaming that I and everyone else is conversing in perfectly fluent French. My next thoughts are of course that I'm creating all of this in my head. And inevitably, everyone loses fluency and I wake up.

But it's neat while it lasts.